Marion County Commissioner Josh Daniels shoots his wife he says by accident. Married only 9 months, Daniels says he sleeps with a loaded shotgun beside his bed. Now, I have heard about people who sleep with a gun but I have never known someone who really did, how stupid?!? But anyway, why would someone sleep with a gun? Do you live in a bad hood? Are you scared that someone is out to get you? |
Have you pissed so many people off, you have to sleep with a loaded gun? What ever your lame reason is Daniels, you fired a gun at someone without looking who it was! Your first thought had to be I can shoot someone! You didn't take the time to see if it was your wife, assuming you sleep with her too, you could have taken a second to see if she was o.k. before you pulled the trigger. But you were so scared, you What a dumb- |
just started shooting! Didn't even think about your wife, just BOOM! Then you realize, oh, I just shot my wife, what a bummer, oh well. You should be fired as county commissioner, 2nd, you should be arrested for being stupid, 3rd, you should be arrested for reckless endangerment and 4th arrested for discharging a firearm in the city. To your Wife, RUN! Story by Scott Boden |
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A federal judge on Friday has adopted a liberal policy into law. The new law was written and passed by the mostly democratic seated congressional session held on Thursday. The new law, which has tobacco companies running and scrambling for a countermeasure in the hopes of getting the new law post-poned or overturned. The new law was written in two parts, taxes and enforcement. At this point, it is believed the tobacco industry has no recourse for |
changing or postponing the August 15 deadline when the new law takes effect. The new law states that a federal tax will be imposed on the sale of tobacco products of $19.41 per carton. Which is almost $2.00 per pack more than what consumers are paying now. 90 days later, it will increase again to $38.80 in new taxes. The 90 day step in the increase is to give consumers time to stop smoking. |
Enforcement policy is as follows. Starting Aug 15, you will be arrested and must post bond of $2,000.00 if you are smoking within 100 feet of a doorway to a establishment where the public is permitted. Also you cannot smoke in your car if there are minors present. This includes bars. If you cannot post bond, you will be held until you see a judge. If you are caught smoking in your car with a minor, you will get 2 points on your record also. These are mandatory laws and there are no second chances.
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So......I Can't Splash Huh? July 8 , 2007 ____________________________________________________________ |
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Findlay Ohio has a ban on splashing water! Go figure. You are on the water, in the hot sun, humidity....High, so you want to cool off. How insane is that? But wait, you can rent a row boat!! We won't say what Findlay City Park this is, but for a small fee, one can rent a row boat. Well, some of our family rented two row boats. It is a fun thing. It's not hard to do, really, it takes hardly any sense to craft one of these things, and if done right, you might get some laughter out of the whole experience. Fun in the sun, is what (I won't mention Bri or Ambers name and their boyfriends),but that's what they set out to do. They get maybe 15 feet away and one of the guys splashed someone in the other boat. I can see that, and I suppose, the other boat splashed back, I would have, and DAMN,(pronounced DAAAAAMMN!!!) some teenage witch who clearly was in charge of the boat rental place threw a hissy! Screaming at the renters to bring the boats in. The boat renters were looking around to see who was in so much trouble, when they realized it was no one other but themselves. Can you feel this? |
As we raise only good children in our family, they turned their boats around and brought them back in the 15 feet they managed to go before all hell broke loose. They wanted their money back! they weren't allowed to boat, so they wanted their money. They should have gotten their money back. But the wicked (b)witch would not give up the cash. Talk about hell breaking loose, DAMN! Now, I don't fear very much, and I've hit big boys before who just smiled, but I was scared today. There was steam, and pacing back and forth and words that would make a sailor blush were freely thrown around like we were in satan's church. I expected a chicken was about to be sacrificed because I didn't understand the language that was being spoken ever so softly, kind of like a chant of some sort. I know I was close enough to see a glow of red in the eyes of both of those girls. The boyfriends.......don't stand a chance. They are in for life now. Damned if they do, Damned if they don't. It's over. Game. now then................ Aunt Mary's cake keeper was |
just sitting there and it could hold water. About 2 gallons or so I bet. The two chanting females and the two guys with now, hypnotic, glassy eyes filled that keeper up with water and set out to make things all, better. It was the damndest thing. The two guys carried that keeper over to the boat house and stood behind some bushes. The two girls went to the window of the boat house and ask for the wicked (b)witch. The (b)witch was now at the window, superiority in her eyes. There was (b) written all over her face. Then SPLASH! Two plus gallons of water came out from behind the bushes in a methodical form. Like soldiers, the two guys walked up and dooosh. The aim was perfect. Every drop hit that (b)witch. She didn't even see it coming! The b that was written on her face was replaced with complete and utter dis-belief. I was standing not far away, but I could tell she wanted to cry. It was GREAT! I mean awful, that should not have happened. It WAS not the RIGHT thing TO DO At this point I guess the only other thing left to say to the boat keeper was......... So...I can't splash huh? True Story by Scott Boden |
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You have got to be careful today. You can't say anything about any group of people, or comment on someone's job, haircut, color or race, male or female, gay or lezbian, married or single, thief or priest, cop or a drunk, polititian or, well, you can say anything about a politician. But anyway, you can no longer tell a child NO, let alone spank their poor little ass for anything. Hell, you can't even spank the child's mother anymore! Even if she likes it! I can remember John Wayne in a movie take a spoon and spank his wife, because she was being a spoiled brat. |
Try that today there Big John, and you would not see the sun for a year or two. You know the world is screwed up when, your heating bill is as much as your house payment, when, it costs more to fix a steak dinner at home than it does to go to a steak house, when you fill up your tank and it is 1/3 your car payment, and you go to jail because you slapped your child on the mouth because she said f.u. and she was within range. But it ain't never been so screwed up as today when my mom sent me porn! I am not even sure if that is legal, is it? The email says, "I usually don't pass |
on any porn" So,,, does that mean she sometimes passes porn on to people? The email continues, "which I accidently received", Now I am thinking, sure you did?? Then it says, "I felt you were old enough and mature enough to handle this", What? Till this minute, I thought I was too! The next line is just the link to "The best free porn site ever". I was afraid to click on it. I really don't want to know what the best porn site is. My mind is racing because of this email and who sent it? Robyn doesn't send me porn, why would Mom? Well here it is, go check it out. And while you are there, think of your Mother! Click Here For the Best free Porn site Ever By Scott Boden |
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Christina has emailed BodensOnline about Mike getting promoted to Senior Master Sergeant. A picture is also going to be sent with Mike's stripes, maybe in uniform. Congratulations Mike. Chris wrote a letter for Mike and we are posting it. Click the tag -> |
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Host Annual Post Reunion Cookout July 16, 2007 ________________________________________________________________ |
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Bob & Marie had their annual cookout after the reunion which did not get rained out this year! But nothing is getting rained out so far this summer but, I am sure everyone knows this. Some of the guests include Aunts Mable, Mary, Reva and Sue. I guess Ken and Jill were too busy to be bothered with a cookout because they didn't show up! Something about having a baby was their excuse........ Uncle Dave attended, Tim |
was there and first timer, Joyce was among the guests. Joyce shown some pictures of her beautiful house which needs to be posted here. Very Nice! There was much laughter around the tables as the Boden siblings insulted each other, and gossiped about everyone. Including you, no one was immune. Kelly flipped me off as usual and called me some names but we all know why she is called Aunt B.
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Everyone brought in food, we had chicken, veggies, fruit salad, deserts, and I tried everything I think! Wish I had a plate of it now......... I love food! There are pictures so click tag below.
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Bring Melanie Ann Into the World July 15, 2007 ________________________________________________________________ |
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Ken and Jill Boden announce the birth of their daughter, Melanie Ann Boden.
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Born at 8:25 pm at BVH in Findlay. She weighed in at 5 lbs 6 ozs. 19 1/2 inches.
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Her first words were where is Uncle Scott? Jill and Melanie are doing Fine! Jill and Melanie are home, And all is GOOD.
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Wife Pleads Guilty! by Scott Boden Aug 8, 2007 ________________________________________________________________ |
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In response to your letter about Fast Food.....I'm with you....People don't care what or where they eat as long as it is cheap.......Some restaurants are better than others but they all have rude people and bad food...........What irratates me the most is people that blow their nose when we're eating...I gag and want to go tell him to leave till he gets some manners....Also irritating is parents that bring kids to restaurants and then let them run wild...Are they afraid of their kids or that they might get mad at
________________________ Written by Chris Prater People this is so sick, I now eat at home thanks to all this talk. I can’t figure out why I am not dead, however I have had food poisoning a few times and so has everyone else. I have trained myself to carry wipes MONK style when we go anywhere. I think I have become Mrs. MONK. I take wipes, in the restaurant I use them on the table’s silverware Plates you name it. I don’t care who sees. How many times do I have to ask for employees to rewash the table? I even take special wipes adding alcohol to them for the extra germ defense. I have watched them in the |
them for telling them to behave.....come on parents, you are the adults here......take a stand........your kids won't hurt you, maybe......... But I do like the buffets....Golden Corral is nice but so many are not....... Kids that go to the salad bar that are very young, cough and sneeze in our food.......There was one time when a kid walked around Ponderosa and licked the top of all the salt shakers. So I gathered them all up and took them to the kitchen ________________________
fast food restaurants, pack my bag and ask them to throw that cup away and wash their hands to get me a new one. I’ve Told them even though they are wearing gloves it don’t help when they reach up and fix their hair. Or get a Kleenex and wipe their nose who are they protecting (Themselves) they sure won’t change gloves or wash hands without my persistence. I don’t know the rules to get hired at these places but there are no standards when hiring, no requirements other than being told to be on time and show up. They do not need a medical form or a TB |
and told them what happened. Then I stabbed the parents with my dull steak knife and sold the meat to Taco Bell. Come on people, give your opinion about these restaurants......... And true stories of bad things that happened. The part about me stabbing the parents isn't true, I didn't sell the meat to Taco Bell. It was White Castle.
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test. For proof of health. Here in Oklahoma Tb was almost at epidemic rates. Gee!!!!! I really wonder why, when there are no standards for fast food or any restaurant for the matter If you risk eating in fast food I suggest wearing ear plugs, blinders, carrying bleach and hand wipes because you get dirty in the restrooms to wash hands then leaving the room or even touching the handles on the faucets. WOW what a risk we take when we wake up in the morning too. Hope all will have a nice day and even a healthy one. Anyone hungry!!!!!!!
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Paris France Thats right, Scott gets highest award possible from food critics around the world. Mr. Tyson himself said he had no chicken better, and grandson of Colonel Sanders, Jimbob Sanders offered to buy Scott's recipe for an unspecified amount of money. It was later reported that Jimbob just went to Bodensonline.com and downloaded the recipe.
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From left to right JimBob, Chef Wendy Thomas and Scottphoto courtesy of Robyn
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The fligt back on the space shuttle was awesome. Scott got to drive and Robyn just closed her eyes. Next year Scott said he will enter his Secret Steak Sauce but first he will take it off the website! Way to go Scott! Good Job! What a Cook! This is a B.S. Story |
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It's Christmas Time again! Each year it seems that Christmas arrives earlier and earlier. This has to be doubly true for the Amwegs and the Collins. Every year in July, Christmas is celebrated because during December family members cannot get together, says Brenda. She says that they have been doing this for eight years or so now. "It has grown over the years as grandchildren of Clara Bell as well as Jim & Carrol Collins have had children of their own!" It is a combined family event because Sheri's husband Jim and Ronald's wife Chris are brother and sister. "We are a close family because Donald's and my children call Jim and |
Chris's Mom & Dad, Grandma and Grampa" Brenda says. Brenda also said that anyone who wants to attend is more than welcome. "We draw names every year and then buy gifts which is a lot of fun for me" The attending families consist of, Jim and Carrol Collins, Ronald and Chris Amweg, David, Sheri and Abbi Amweg. There was Mark, Melissa and Mariana Smith, and Jim, Sherry, Benjamin, Brian and Brady Collins. Charlie and Barb Fox was there and Fritz Armstrong. Elmer 1 and Elmer Amweg II attended and Donald & Brenda Amweg and Rodney & Haley Amweg and Todd & Jenna Amweg. |
Sherry has games for the children and this year she made a scavenger hunt type game. Each child got a picture of Santa and a list of things to find and as the kids played they earned cotton balls to fill in Santa's beard. The first one with a full beard won a prize. "We played beach ball dodge and a water balloon toss. The grown ups played Corn Hole and Bocce Ball." Brenda said. It sounds like the family had a great time and there are pictures which are now in the gallery. You can CLICK HERE as well. Thanks Brenda for sharing your pictures and event. You have a good thing there! Story By Scott Boden |
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Wife Pleads Guilty! by Scott Boden Aug 8, 2007 ________________________________________________________________ |
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Woopty Doo! She is a drunk driver! She is a thief! She should have to pay for her crimes. Everyone else has to do the time! She is lucky she has not killed anyone, actually the family of a potential victim are the lucky ones because, she would only have gotten community service had she killed someone. How is it a drunk driver (female) who hurts people, almost kills them and gets only a couple of months in jail, while a white male who just gets a D.U.I goes to jail longer? But a politician's wife can get a D.U.I, steal from the Great State of Ohio, and only gets 100 hours of community service! The female who almost killed 2 adults and one child, should be in prison for at least 5 years. After all, there were way more than one D.U.I on her record! Drunks ruin lives. Especially a drunk with a lack of morals and dignity! The Mayor's wife, has the same problems, but has to do rehab for a few weeks. Politicians can and have been able to break all the rules, commit felonies, |
kill people in a watery crash because of drinking, and nothing happens! A Marion County commissioner shoots his wife and gets nothing! Politicians should be held accountable ABOVE the standard as everyone else. Judges should be held to the highest standards only available to judges. They should get double the punishment if they break the law in which they play god! But they are immune. A politician could potentially, plan a crime, benefit with a substantial amount of money, lets say, enough to retire at age 34, pay for his lawyers, do his community service, and live happily ever after! Use his earnings to open a steakhouse in the Bahamas and spend his days drinking Harvey Wall Bangers on the beach! The mayor's wife, Mrs. Coleman, was smiling as she came out of the courthouse. She doesn't have to pay back the money that she stole, she won't see a day in jail and all she has to do is 100 hours of community service. Community service could be anything, plan a ball for the mayor, plan a benefit |
for the fire department, or have someone say she did something that took 100 hours! If her crime was a 2 to 10 year sentence for everyone else, then she should do the max of 10 years. She should be the example to all the people, not a laughing slap on the hand to her other drinking buddies on the bench. But it will be hard for Mrs. Coleman; she is not allowed to drink for five years. She will have to hide it from, from, from, I don't know who she will have to hide it from. I guess she will have to say she didn't drink and all will be o.k. The only reason she got a D.U.I. was because the cops had a video of her drunkenness, otherwise she could have just refused a breath test, and lost her driving privileges for a year. That is what the other drunk did several times. If you take the test, you will be charged with a D.U.I., lose your license, pay high risk insurance but get driving privileges if you have a job, and pay a large fine and go to jail. So the moral of this story is, be a politician, and never take a breath test! Only in America! |
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The art of saying I am Sorry, does not start out with....I am sorry you don't get it, or, well honey, you know that I was joking, get over it! If this works, it only works for a short time and then there will be trouble that only hind sight will allow you to see your ill judgment . No, men you have to be able to say I'm sorry without thinking about it. You have to say it with the sound of meaning. Even if you know what you did wrong or not, just say it. Try it with me. I'm Sorry. Again. I'm Sorry. O.K. now, if you know what you did, own it. No matter what you will be sorry, so just own it. If she asks what you are sorry for, well then, start with, "for up setting you". This will buy you some time to figure out what this is about. But, Be quick,it won't take long. The next question she will ask will be the killer, "If you knew this would upset me, why did you do it?" Now you can't even change the subject, you are there in the middle of this, and you have to answer! You can try a question, "what is the thing that hurt you the most baby, I just sort of didn't think before?" Try and not let her work up anything here and just say it again. "I'm sorry", "I will think next time!, are you hungry?" |
Here are questions you are sorry for: #1. Which outfit do you like best? #2. Do you think my butt looks fat in this? #3. Do you like my soup? I made it just for you? #4. What DID the red oil light mean on the dashboard? #5. Do you think she is pretty? #6. I can't remember, you did tell me to format drive C right? I can't get windows to start!
These are just a few questions that come up from time to time. They are un- avoidable. They have to be answered. You can't get out of them. Men, women talk funny. They say things that make no sense. You can ask them a question, and hear an answer that seems to have nothing to do with what you asked! We gave our daughter a pair of flip flops, as she opened them she said, "They match". I thought about that and said why |
wouldn't they match, and my wife was smiling and agreed, they did in fact match. I as well as Kevin (Wendi's husband) and Trey had no idea what the hell just happened. Wendi and Robyn were just pleased as punch. As it turns out, the shoes matched her shirt. Who would have given that a thought to begin with? Women men, have the ability to remember what they were wearing on any special day. They know who gave them a gift of clothing. And they will over the course of your life, ask you if you remember the outfit they are wearing? It goes like this....... "Do you remember this?" You look at it, and say to yourself, oh no, a trick question, no answer is right, but you hear yourself say "ummmmmm, no!" Then you hear "I wore this when we went to the hotel on Valentines Day 5 yrs ago "!!! Thinking fast you come up with "I'm sorry honey, I only remem- ber, your eyes at dinner, sparkling in the candlelit" Then hope there were candles at dinner on that day. Because....... women know this stuff. They know what you were wearing what socks you had on, and belt. That makes us sorry men. We don't know this stuff. We think different. Just say, "I'm Sorry"
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If you are going somewhere, then go. Most likely there is someone behind you that is going somewhere too. If you want to sight see, look into your rear view mirror first and "see" how many cars are behind you wanting to get to where they are going. It never fails, there is always a dumb ass in front of me. How about the guy who is driving 55 mph, then a curve is ahead, so for the next mile, this guy slows to 45 mph, in preparation for the 55 mph curve. How about the person who goes 70 mph down a hill and 35 up the next? Or the guy who just can't seem to stay at any speed, 55, then 63, then 49, then 52, then 45, then gets pissed because you are so rude as to get on his rear end. |
I like the person who slows at every cross road, you can't pass them, they do not use a turn signal, you don't know which way they will turn or when, if they are turning, they are there to screw up your day. It's on purpose. They are out to get you! In a perfect world, everyone would have to come to me for their drivers license renewal. Hahaha! No, but really! If you have ever pissed me off, you lose your driving privileges. I think that's fair. Just pull them over, take their keys and go about your day. I am kidding. |
How about the guy who pulls out in front of you, then makes a left hand turn? You almost have to skid to a stop to avoid hitting them. And, there was no one behind you. If this dork would have waited 5 seconds, all would have went smooth. The drunk driver. It's not safe behind them, it's not safe to pass, the only thing you can do is just back off because you will need time to stop should this person go left of center when a car goes by. And but not least, the for ever turn signal. You are following a turn signal. Hypnotic after 2 hours. They almost cause accidents at cross roads, because other drivers think they are turning. Please send in true stories of dumb ass drivers. It should be funny...... by Scott Boden |
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Remember when the phone was a party line? Several homes used the same line. Some how you knew when the phone rang, it was for your house. You could tell when other homes was dialing. You knew when the phone rang, it was for another home too! Then, private lines came out. You no longer shared the phone line with your neighbors. Your phone was mounted in the kitchen and it was large, black and heavy. Then people started getting two phones in their home. Slow down people, don't get carried away!!! Today, the majority of homes no longer are connected to a phone line and everyone in the family has their own personal cell phone. Everyone has their own number. Today's cell phones, like mine have a built in ipod so you can listen to music while not on the phone, mine also has a camera, video camera, I can get online, and check my email if I so desired. I can send video or pictures to other cell phones, which for me eliminates the need for talking, I can just take a picture of myself and send it to someone, and when they answer their phone they will see me.
Sometimes a picture says more than words..........
Sometimes you don't know the message someone is trying to send you but it gets your attention. My poor dog! My dog is clearly thinking,,,,,jerk! HA! Its amazing how many asses that show up on my screen, here are some, take a look.............
If a picture is worth a thousand words, how many words does it take to get a finger? Isn't life grand after all? Most people tell me, no, show me, I am number one! |
Phones take pretty good pictures too! Some of the texts I get are rude and nasty, but mostly funny, and sometimes very funny. Here are some of the pictures I have sent to people.........
I get a wide verity of pictures from alot of people doing the rottenest things....
But, I mean Butt! it is fun and very interesting sometimes. I would say communication has come a long way in the last 40 years.
Oh the things that I think about.....
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CAREY OH (BP) Thanks to Laurie, we held a surprise birthday party for our parents. Poppy (Bob) who turned 74 and Mom (Marie)who is still 28, thought we were coming to Carey for a cookout. Robyn and I as well as Kelly and Ryan arrived on Friday Sept 7. Kelly and Ryan brought their camper, and set up a camp sight. We had a camp fire Friday night and Saturday Morning, and we cooked breakfast on the fire.
We sent Mom and Dad out in the afternoon in our jeep and while they were gone we decorated for an outdoor party.
Mom almost flipped the jeep doing a u-turn. It went up on 2 wheels!!
There were gifts and lottery tickets in Birthday cards and they won some money. Ken and Jill came, Boing, and Matt. Speaking of Matt, Dad decided it was pay back night for Matt. You see, Dad has a wishing well he built and Matt always puts trash in it, pop cans, beer bottles etc, just for fun, so, Saturday night was payback. Dad collected all the cans and bottles from the party and we went to Matt's house in the middle of the night and loaded Matt's porch. It was so funny.
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When they returned, we were ready.
I don't think they seen it coming. We cooked out chicken, burgers and brats. Kelly ordered a cake.
We had a blast. The food was good, especially the chicken. HAHA
Note to Dustin, I don't know where, but I will use this picture somewhere special just for you!
After the lottery scratch offs were played, we decided to play more and everyone put in 5 dollars each and we went and got $60.00 worth and we turned that into $19. and then turned that into $3.00, so I don't know who has my 12 cents. We also had a side bet where everyone guessed a number of how much our tickets would win. To play, you put in a buck and wrote down a number. Closest won. Happy Birthday Mom & Dad
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Military Matters I was watching a rodeo parade recently. As the American flag passed a number of times I removed my hat. I must admit it annoyed me, at how often people did not even get out of their lawn chairs, let alone render respect to the flag. Then the horse group rode by with the Rodeo Queen carrying a US flag and still some people did nothing. I looked at the end of the horse groups and the last one got my attention. Here came a dozen riders in bright red shirts and a dozen confederate battle flags. I will tell you my first reaction was to step back to look behind the riders to see if there were people in white sheets and hoods following. I am from Iowa, but I have lived more than half my life in the south. I attended high school in both Virginia and South Carolina and college in Missouri. During the Civil War, I had relatives in the Union military and Confederate army on both my father's and mother's sides of my family. My civil war grandfather Harl was in the 7th Missouri chasing Quantrill all over that state and my grandfather Jones rode with Quantrill. Their descendants were my father's parents. I guess it is a good thing they did not run into each other in combat. I will also tell you that my daughter and I do Civil War reenacting. The confederate flag is not going to go away in our modern culture any time soon. I moved to North Chicago, Ill from South Carolina, and lived on Great Lakes Naval Base when I was in high school. I joined the base Boy Scout troop and became a patrol leader. The first thing I did was change the name of the patrol to Rebel patrol and I bought little confederate flags for all the scouts to sew on their uniform. One of the boys in the patrol was black and for some reason the flag was never sewn on. Nothing was said to me then, but I do get it now. I attended the 1973 Boy Scout National Jamboree and flew an Irish flag and a Confederate flag at the front of my tent door. I was very surprised at how much attention I received from the flag being posted there. Maybe I liked the attention I got. Maybe that is why so many people still fly that flag. I do not fly that flag any more and in fact I will not own one. |
The classic argument is, it is a matter of heritage for one side and a matter of hate for another side. I am not going to argue with either. I will make a point about the heritage side. I once worked for a man in Mississippi who was always going on about his southern heritage and southern pride to include the Confederate flag. One day he advised me his family was originally from Iowa and that they had moved to Mississippi 100 years ago. This meant his southern pride family got to the south 40 years after the Civil War. My comment was “so you are descended from northern Yankee carpet-baggers who came down to take advantage of the war-ravaged south.” It turned out allegedly his family fought for the Union in an Iowa regiment. The population of the former southern states has grown dramatically since 1865 and a large part of that increase is due to people moving in from the north. An awful lot of those rebel-boys with confederate flags in their pick-up truck windows are simply not true sons of the confederacy. As for the hate side I do believe there are groups of people who continue to use that flag to champion their potentially destructive causes. But I submit there is something else and it took me a few years in the military to realize it. When I entered into the Air Force I raised my right hand and swore to “defend the Constitution against all enemies, foreign and domestic.” I truly believe that the confederate flag represents the most serious attack on the Constitution of the United States that this country has ever endured. As a commissioned officer it most certainly bothers me when I see twelve men who I assume believe they are good Americans, riding side-by-side in public with twelve copies of a flag that represents the attempt to destroy our Nation in the past. Heritage, hate or something even more serious, you decide.
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Do you call 911? Do you have some one drive you to the ER? Do you get in a wheelchair and put a cowboy hat on your lap? What do you tell the nurse who takes your vitals and wants details about your condition? How much information does she really want? What if she's a male nurse? Are you proud or embarrassed? What if you were taking Requip also, you know that drug for restless legs and the drugs side effects are either intense sexual or gambling urges or both. The commercial for Requip says if you experience these "urges" you are to immediately notify your doctor. Ok so you are in Vegas. Its after 5 pm and you reach into your pill box and by accident, you take a blue pill thinking it was for heartburn. You also take your evening dose of Requip so you can sleep with out having restless leg syndrome tonight. You want to go play the slots for a little while and you leave your hotel and head for the casino. As you walk into the door you feel excited, so you pick up the pace. You walk up and down the aisles of slot machines, but the next one looks better. You think what? Now you feel like you are falling in love with one of them. Your palms are sweaty. What? You have to put money in the machine, you stroke the handle. People are looking at you. You are rubbing the buttons. You freak you say to your self? The slot machine next to the one your playing is looking pretty good. Now your playing two. You are playing the max on two $5.00 machines, that's $50.00 dollars every time you pull that handle times two. You don't care, you need to play. You got to play. You feel like a stud! Man are you the stud. You can't stop touching the machines, someone enters the aisle your playing in and you put your arms out to protect as many machines as you can touch. That turns you on! Your sweating like if Sheila walked into a church. You have to rub the machines with your body, your heart is pounding in your chest! Now you get a woody! What the hell is happening to me! you say out loud. There are no people in your aisle of twenty-four beautiful shiny lighted machines that seem to call your name. You are feeling everyone of them too. You are sticking money in every slot you see! You can't stop! Your pointing and its throbbing. Every time you put money in the slot it makes you feel gooooooood! One of the machines hit and the bells go off, you are breathing heavy, you are having an experience. You want a cigarette! Hours go by, the machines are making you hot, so |
hot in fact the casino manager comes to your aisle and asks what the hell you are doing! He calls a doctor over to your aisle and then you hear the doctor say "OOOOOH NOOOOOOO!" You look at the doctor, sweat all over your face, your shirt is off and your dancing with it, your eyes are bugging out. The manager stops all the machines and gives you the tickets and for some reason you like feeling the tickets, you gotta feel the tickets, you are kissing the tickets, you see you have spent Twenty five thousand dollars, and you pass out! You see a light, you follow it, you are hearing voices, "wake up", "wake up". Someone is slapping your face. "Wake up". You dream of slot machines and a awful gut retching knife turning feeling comes over you. You feel guilty. You slowly open your eyes, all you can see is a bright light and several people wearing masks and looking down at you. You are learning that you had an erection for over four hours and a reaction to REquip. You lift your head and look down, its still there! The I V bags are still plugged into your arms. You learn it will be awhile before certain parts of your body work properly. You remember something about $25,000.00. A machine starts beeping, and everything goes dark. What is going on? You are floating. Now you can see everything. You are looking at doctors and nurses working on some one on a table that looks alot like you. They get the paddles of life out and you hear a doctor say "CLEAR", then "zap" and your look alike's chest comes up off the table. "Clear!" "Zap", again your look alike bounces on the table. You are hearing beeps and everything goes dark again. You open your eyes and see a bright light and several people dressed in blue looking down at you. "Are you ok?, What is your name? What day is this? Who is the president? You don't care, you clearly remember the twenty-five thousand dollars and you look down again to make sure that's ok. You go back to sleep. When you wake up you are in your own bedroom with the TV on. You want a cigarette and something to eat. Your mouth is dry. You can't swallow and your face feels like it is swollen. You have just had a nightmare. You realize that you had fallen asleep when a Viagra commercial came on followed by the Requip commercial. Some how you still feel like you know a slot machine. But you still have your savings, your wife, pet and house. I think, I will just live with................ restless leg syndrome.
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Marion, Ohio (BP) Taco Bell announced recently that they have created a new way to hide the Taco Bell Taste, that flavor that is in everything they make in which you can not get away from, regardless of what you try, as it all tastes the same. Here is the break down. It's the same beef like meat, treated with the same mind |
shattering, taste bud torchering, gag reflexing, dust they smother and coat it with, but now, they completely cover it up with cheese or cheese substitute. I don't know what they use. So much so, I would think that it would almost cover up that flavor. I won't try one, but if any of you do, let me know how much the cheese hides the meat flavor. Scale of 1 to 10, 10 being flavor completely covered up. Back up plan......... Hey, if the taste won't leave your mouth, and if brushing won't work, go eat a New Riegel Rib dinner. That will for sure take the Taco Bell taste out of your mouth, and leave you completely dumb founded and asking yourself what just happened?!
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1. The Garden of Eden was in Iraq
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19. The 'Empire of Man' described in Revelation is called Babylon , which It is Iraq ! The names used in the Bible are Babylon , Land of Shinar , and Mesopotamia
Submitted by Ken Boden HIGH DEFINITION
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Just why in the hell is this TV show on? It is full of bad actors and ego's that would make the common criminal take a punch at any one of them, just to see if the stealth of the cop matched the ego. Caine is so bad and mouthy, we quit watching this show a long time ago. We are watching it tonight because, Caine might die. Have you noticed this guy repeats all of his most arrogant lines? If someone gets threatened he would say something like, "Not today, NOT today". Like this guy is in control of the bad guy. I hope he dies tonight. Maybe the show would end. Maybe that would start the end of all the CSI shows. Cop shows are over for me. What if the shows are a conspiracy from the government to show the people that cops have the power to do what they want. To show that you have no rights, and cops can come into your home anytime they want? Its getting that way on the TV shows. If it happens there, it WILL happen in real life. The TV sets the example of life.
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Well Caine didn't die. Damn! Some kid shot at him three or four times and Caine just stood there! Didn't even blink. Caine just knew the gun had blanks in it! I knew he wouldn't die. Oh well, maybe next week. I will wait for the rerun if he ever gets killed. All the cops shows are the same. We need a show about capers and how the criminals get away. Lets give the cop shows something to do! But real life without cops would be a mess! Could you imagine what it would be like if there were no cops? You couldn't go anywhere and you would have to stand guard at your homes 24 hours a day. Hell, some of us in some cities might life that way now. I would hate living with a gun and have instant reactions against anyone at anytime. But then again, maybe that would end crime and good people would just kill off the bad people one at a time. History does not portray that however and it would just be a rotten life. Just musing..........
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Restaurant Review Oct 2, 2007 __________________________________________________________________________________ |
It is our anniversary; Robyn and I decided to go to Steve's Dakota Grill for a steak and celebrate several things that our life together has brought to us. 8 years together doesn't seem like very many to others who have been married, say, 56 years, but 8 years for me is a huge accomplishment. Robyn is not a drunk, however does have a glass of wine or two every now and then, and she is not a low life lying piece of dung. Robyn is however, a hard working professional who can read and write, has mothering skills, educated, and has a heart filled with love. And of course, has to have either patience or a great sense of humor or both. After all she has had to, on occasions, "try" and have conversations with my two mistakes and bad judgments I have had in my past. Ouch! I must have a little "I don't give a shit" attitude today, because only a few will appreciate what I have just said. Or maybe mentioning the two mistakes above will put "two people" in a hissy! I almost said, "two ladies", but we all know better than that! Ouch again! Heheheheh! Oh well ......where was I? My bride and I have been discussing several things lately like, retirement, moving to the Caribbean, selling our house, having a baby, our health, WHAT? Having a baby and retirement in the same conversation? What kind of retirement is that? Can you imagine having a baby at our age? Can you imagine when the kid is 7 or 8 and tosses me the ball and knocks me over, and has to go get someone to help me up? Or, going to the graduation in a electric wheel chair and the kid's friends say your grand parents are here to your child? And that's if I remember who my kid is!!! I would be 68 or so when I send this kid to college. However, I could go to both parents day and grandparents day at their class room! You all must be thinking, "are you stupid or something"? "DId you take too many hits to the head"? "What are you smoking"? "Have you gone mad"? " Robyn been cooking again"? and my favorite, "get your tongue out of the light socket"! I miss my kids smiling and playing, reading to them, sitting on my lap telling me how school was that day, or when they were even younger, holding my finger while I was bottle feeding them. I was a proud dad for my kids, and I love them very much.
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Doing it again would be nice. IF I WAS YOUNGER! So you tell me. How old is too old! Baby or house boat? Baby or retire? Baby or a tropical Island? What's all this got to do with our anniversary or the steak house? Nothing or, maybe everything! We were seated in a booth, the lights were low, Robyn ordered a glass of wine, and we were smiling at each other, couldn't wipe the smile off my face. We made it another year, I am thinking how beautiful she is and nothing can interfere with our evening. Then the waiter appears. I knew it was all down hill from there. Robyn orders steak and shrimp, and I get the filet and fries. When our food arrived the shrimp and fries were burnt, when I took a bite off one of the fries, it crumbled. I had to remove them from my plate. Robyn said her shrimp was ok, but she didn't eat but one or two. My steak was over cooked and I ordered it medium well. Someone came by to ask if everything was ok, and by the time I could tell her the first word about the fries she was gone! When they brought our plates, I said before the waiter left the shrimp were burnt, but he just walked away. Anyway, we laughed and I just ate my steak. The dinner rolls were yesterday's re-warmed in the microwave, you could tell because the edges were too hard to chew. We looked around the steak house and saw an almost empty restaurant. This place used to be packed all the time. We realized why we don't go there anymore, after it was too late. The filet is from the tenderloin. The best, most tender part of the beef. I had to spit out a few bites. We got all this for $60 plus dollars. I left a one dollar tip. I do not recommend this restaurant as a restaurant! It is at most, a place to give away good money without results. Just like a charity. You might as well eat at New Riegel and have what they call ribs, and what I call just another "mistake" that will hound you. But only till you get to sit down.
by Scott Boden Bobby comments: Why must you always bring up New Riegel??? Are you trying to make me sick? I can't take it anymore!!!!! Stop Stop STOP!!! Only morans eat there and enjoy it! HIGH DEFINITION
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Green Bay WI (BP)
The most pathetic people in the world are those away from home on business. I sat at the hotel bar tonight, Some people deal with the loneliness by trying to substitute another body for the loved one they miss.
I believe these folks equate sex with friendship. I watched tonight as these people made their moves. There is always
a desperate look in their eyes and these same eyes dart from face to face seeking the easiest target. These types are
constantly on the prowl. I watch them approach and talk to several different people within an half hour. If they do not
score they move on. I thought this was awful, but to really understand pathetic one needs to speak with someone who is truly
in love. This person can talk of nothing else but their family and friends. Sure they may laugh and they may chuckle but
there is always a hollow ring, like the empty echo that comes back from a dry well. The players always seem to gravitate to Well, maybe some of the players get what they want...but never from me. I have observed some hookups that seem to end up in one room or the other. Their laughter is always too bright and a little too false. I wonder how the face looks that greets them in the morning mirror? Is there guilt staring back at them or perhaps a look of astonishment? Can they really justify what they have done? I guess I'll have to answer that after my next trip when I strike up a conversation with a cheater and just flat out ask them how they feel the next day. People are very honest when they are far away from home and chatting with someone they will most likely never see again. I'll let you know what I find out in my next installment. This trip to Green Bay, for me anyway, was mildly entertaining. I managed to get one really, really obnoxious drunk I turned down his drink offer, warned him not to touch me again, and told him I thought he was scum
after he admitted he was married. One would think after being rebuffed in this manner he would get the hint. But no...not
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snake. He touched me one more time and in a very private area. I told him, "This is it, you are going back to your room!" He just laughed like he was thinking NFW! I leaned over and told the bartender, "This jerk is The wealthy man I encountered the next evening was much more sophisticated and charming. He was a divorced salesman
that was truly blessed with a golden tongue. Although I made it clear from the beginning that I was married and very happily,
he suavely tried the rest of the evening to worm his way into my good graces. I really felt sorry for him. He seemed to be Both nights, I ate dinner beside a man who was so sad. He was married and had a new baby and really missed his I want to wrap up by expressing my gratitude to my husband. It is wonderful that we have such an honest and trusting relationship. I can tell him anything and he never gets angry or jealous. It is soooo nice that he understands how awful a hotel room is and doesn't mind if I stay in the hotel bar until 10 just so it makes it easier to sleep later. I think though, he needs to teach me how to throw a good punch! Just so I can take care of the guys that don't know that No means NO!
by Robyn Boden
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Bellefontaine, Oh (BP) I am so happy that global warming is here. If it weren't for the liberals, would it have been 90 degrees Friday the 5th? Bobby, Laurie and I went to Tree Links Golf Course and played 18 holes. Tree Links is a very nice course, with a couple of par fives. I know you are thinking that we are too good to stay on a par 3 course huh? Well don't fret too much there, the three of us each shot par! None of us was under par at the end of the game. Tiger is not worried......Yet! Laurie is hooked. This was her first time and she is determined to play, and get her own clubs. I will enjoy playing with her. We are looking to go again on the 19th, so if anyone wants to go, let me know.
If you must know, I am new to this game too. Only 6 or 7 games under my belt, and I have alot to learn. For instance, I saw many many golf balls on the far side of a pond. It looked like you could just walk around and pick them up. So I am walking around to pick them up because I have donated at least 7 balls to this course so far in this trip, and thought it would be nice to gain some. All of a sudden I sink knee deep into black, wet, burning mud. It was like falling into an acid bath. I grab at bushes of thorns to pull myself out and I quickly get the hell out of there. Somehow, I have black mud all over me, on my white shirt, my shorts, I am getting blisters on my forearms, and my shins are on fire. My leather shoes are over, and Robyn had to throw my socks out. I have learned, this is a water hazard, stay away. We had a small bottle of water that I cleaned up with so I wouldn't track everywhere I went, and Bob and Laurie laughed at me. They were belly laughing. Out loud belly laughing! I didn't see the humor.
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The next hole though, is where the balls come from at the pond. Bob hit his up into the air, hit some trees and down into the pond. He did it again, plop, into the pond it went. Mine went there too. It was a very hard shot. Bob did not retrieve his lost balls. I guess he knew about water hazards already. Teeing off is a hard thing to do. If I hit the ball, I never know where it is going. I hope it stays in the fairway. I hope it stays in the fairway I am on. But many times it lands in other fairways, in other parts of the forest if there is one, and if there is a forest, that is the only time I know where the ball is going to go. Hitting from the fairway is a little better, and chipping is an art which I have not mastered. Putting on the green though.........is where I hit one in. Yep, I put one in at about 30 feet. I had Tiger all over me, only thing that was white was my eye balls. The rest of me was covered in mud. Most of us have the cart driving down, well except Laurie, She seems to have to stop by running into things. She made Bob bail out a couple of times, and I have whiplash because she tried to run my cart over. It made a horrible sound. My neck made the horrible sound. I couldn't hear the actual crash. I am just glad I wasn't getting out an iron or putter at the time. However, if that had happened, I would not have learned about the water hazard that day.
Bob is a good teacher, not about ponds, but about hitting, and swinging, follow through, and what club to use. He has played alot. And when you do do something right, and the ball goes where you wan it too, it makes you feel good. It makes you want to play more. It makes you choose golf as a life choice. It is something you can always get better at. It makes you say cusswords, which for me is not a choice, it is something that happens. So the next time you want something to do, choose golf, and see if your vocabulary has words you never heard before?
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What happens to you? Oct 7, 2007 __________________________________________________________________________________ |
The trouble with being able to cook, or more precisely, enjoying your own cooking, just in case only you think the food you prepare is awesome, is that when you go to a restaurant, you expect, or at least I do, expect the food to be equal to or better than what you can do from your own kitchen. I am not sure that including fast food joints constitutes good taste, but for our purposes, we are including every place we go to to eat. BodensOnline created a page for:
We, or I, want to know from all of you about what happens to you at restaurants. I want to know if bad food and bad service is just something that happens to me! I want to know if it is my "luck", or a conspiracy, or if the crap that I have gone through happens to everyone. I want to know, it's not just me. I think, most people do not know what good food is. I am not a chef, but I have eaten food prepared by a chef on many occasions, and I have got to say, the food was great. Robyn and I went to Hyde Park Steak House to see how the rich eat. They eat pretty damn good. The best food I have had. Preparing food is not a by chance thing. It is at first. When you first start cooking, it is by chance that it is good. Your mom and dad's food is what you base good food on until you master the art on your own. Even then, you still crave things from time to time that your mom or dad makes. Because that is good food.
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I like my steaks. I can grill a steak. So when I go to a steakhouse, I want a steak that is better than mine. That goes with everything I cook. Most of the cooking at our house is done by me and I like good food, so I am picky as to the foods I pick and how it is prepared. Most of the time, I am pleased. Something else that happens to me. I use to use lard. Then vegetable oil. Now I use olive oil. The other day a friend prepared a dinner for us and used olive oil. The food was great. So a few days later, I cooked using veg oil. I won't make that mistake again. I couldn't get past the very flavor of the veg oil. I have made this dish 100's of times, but once you learn a new and better flavor, and return to the usual, it stands out like a turd in a punch bowl. You know you are a good cook when: You go to Ryan's, and cannot eat anything and just leave. You think, damn, how hard is it to fry an egg? You go to New Riegel and have ribs, and wonder how can this place be open? The thought of McDonalds stops the hunger pains! Driving by White Castle and smelling the air makes you want to puke! You are at a italian restaurant and you say, "my lasagna is better" I could go on but I think you get the idea. I want to hear from you about what happens when you go to a restaurant. Meanwhile, after I make breakfast, I will either grill chicken and have a cookout, or have a ham dinner today. Send in the stories, I think it will be fun.
by Scott Boden
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