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Y'all Remember..."NEVER TRUST A SKINNY COOK".
Now THIS is Cookie's kinda "Boat"! The BEST kind of MARINE is a SUBMARINE!
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Some weekend oldies fer those born in the mid 40's or early 50's
If'n Y'all got few minutes t'spare, turn on yur speakers, grab a beer or a cocktail, kick back and reminisce a mite....
Yupper, I can recall rubbin a few bellies and grab'n a few...well, you get the point, to these oldies.
NO! This ain't Sha Na Na, this is the original!
**sigh** When Chrome was King!
"Sh Boom Sh Boom"
...and havin played drums fer many years...I loved this guy. Sandy Nelson..."Let there be Drums"!
Thanks Pat fer sendin me this.... __________________________________________
I think these are called "Jalopenis Peppers"....
By the way, the farmer says they can grow up to 18" long!
Sorta brings tears to yur eyes, don't it? __________________________________
The spoils of War....
A U.S. Marine squad was marching north of Fallujah when they came upon an Iraqi terrorist, badly injured and unconscious. On the opposite side of the road was an American Marine in a similar but less serious state. The Marine was conscious and alert and as first aid was given to both men, the squad leader asked the injured Marine what had happened.
The Marine reported, "I was heavily armed and moving north along the highway here, and coming south was a heavily armed insurgent. We saw each other and both took cover in the ditches along the road..
I yelled to him that Saddam Hussein was a miserable, lowlife scum bag who got what he deserved, and he yelled back that Ted Kennedy is a fat, good-for-nothing, left wing liberal drunk who doesn't know how to drive. So I said that Osama Bin Laden dresses and acts like a frigid, mean-spirited lesbian!
He retaliated by yelling, "Oh yeah? Well, so does Nancy Pelosi!"
"And, there we were, in the middle of the road, shaking hands, when a truck hit us." _____________________________________
What's the difference between the Fort Worth Zoo and The White House?
The Zoo Has an African Lion..........
The White House has a Lyin' African........ ________________________________________
Somebody knows Chicago politics all too well....
BTW, Ted Kennedy is now eligible to vote in Chicago politics... ______________________________________
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...and frum Susan Gertson and John Yowen comes this regard'n the Obama Health Plan
The phone rings and the lady of the house answers.
"Hello"
"Mrs. Sanders, please."
"Speaking."
"Mrs. Sanders, this is Dr. Jones at St. Agnes Laboratory. When your husband's doctor sent his biopsy to the lab last week, a biopsy from another Mr. Sanders arrived as well.
We are now uncertain which one belongs to your husband. Frankly, either way the results are not too good."
"What do you mean?"Mrs. Sanders asks nervously.
"Well, one of the specimens tested positive for Alzheimer's and the other one tested positive for HIV. We can't tell which is which."
"That's dreadful! Can you do the test again?" questioned Mrs. Sanders.
"Normally we would, but the new Obama health care system will only pay for these expensive tests just one time."
''Well, what am I supposed to do now? "
"The folks at Obama health care recommend that you drop your husband off somewhere in the middle of town. If he finds his way home, don't sleep with him." __________________________________________
Well Sir, also gotta give a big THANKS to "Charlie The Cop" frum Chi-Town, "Nicki" and "The Chief" fer send'n these various funnies to us t'day...
Well Sir, he may have broken the sacred, unwritten rule of Presidential speech decorum by "heckling" the Obo, but truth be known, he said what a great many of us are either thinking or already know.
Sadly, he has probably done some irreparable damage to his political career, something that happens to politicians who have the cajones to speak their minds. Here is a video of the event if'n ya haven't seen it already.
Now Sir, Didja ever have someone mention a song to ya and from that moment on ya just couldn't get it outta yur head, well, my self a buddy were talk'n a little whilst ago and he mentioned "The Outlaw Josey Wales" and the song "The Rose of Alabamy". Damn, I ain't been able to stop humm'n that in my head since it came up, soooo, Here T'is...
"The Rose of Alabamy" dedicated to "Miss Nicki" frum down near Burmingham, AL., and, whatcha probably don't know is that she is a great caring, patriotic women who is very active in "Soldier's Angels". Thanks Nicki!!
...and another great song frum the South....
If'n ya ain't done so yet, READ THE POST BELOW !!! __________________________________________________
A very fine organization that really supports our troops!
How To Support Our Troops WITHOUT GIVE'N MONEY!!
I can't help but recall that when this old Cookie was in the Navy stationed on various foreign shores and locales around the world, one of the thing we had to look forward to is a USO show where you could get some great entertainment from back home in the good old US of A.
Now Sir, I know that times are tough, fer just about everyone, includin the Cookie and his wife, but there are some thing y'all can do to help out this great organization and support our troops other than give money, something I try to do when I can, but can't always do, like now.
One of the things that some of you bloggers can do is put up a post like this with the following links and info. The more folks that read these type of posts, the better the odds that some other patriotic American will do sumthin good.
The main USO site is at http://www.uso.org/ where you can get further info about the USO and connect to several other supporting links.
Now Sir, another link where you can find other links to Thank The Troops or read messages from them is right c'here.
...AND here be a real great link to the Armed Services Blood Program where y'all can find out about giving some live giving blood for a badly wounded warrior!
So mates, if'n Y'all can't afford a little donation, maybe you can give sumthin a lot more personal to our brave fighting men and women.
Did you know that California became a state on September 9, 1850? In those days, the people had no electricity, the state had no money, almost everyone spoke Spanish and there were gunfights in the streets. Basically, nothing has changed except back then the women weren't made of silicone and the men didn't hold hands.
...and also B'Day wishes to my Grandson Joe and my Daughter Marie!!!! ___________________________________
FAST SEX
Dino wanted desperately to have sex with this really cute, really hot girl in his office... But she was dating someone else. One day Dino got so frustrated that he went to her and said, I'll give you $100 if you let me have sex with you...The girl looked at him, and then said, 'NO!'Dino said, I'll be real fast. I'll throw the money on the floor, you bend down and I'll finish by the time you've picked it up.'
She thought for a moment and said that she would consult with her boyfriend. So she called him and explained the situation.
Her boyfriend says, 'Ask him for $200, and pick up the money really fast. He won't even be able to get his pants down.'She agreed and accepts the proposal.Over half an hour goes by and the boyfriend is still waiting for his girlfriend's call. Finally, after 45 minute's the boyfriend calls and asks, 'What happened...?'
Still breathing hard, she managed to reply, 'The bastard had all quarters!'
Management lesson 101
Always consider a business proposition in it's entirety before agreeing to it and getting screwed. ________________________________
"In Their Own Words"... Get Ready America!!!
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Marine Corps Dining Etiquette.......
IN GOD WE TRUST
God Bless & Pray for our Military
The Commandant of the Marine Corps was General Al Gray, a crusty old 'Field Marine.' He loved his Marines and often slipped into the mess hall wearing a faded old field jacket without any rank or insignia on it. He would go through the chow line just like a private (In this way, he was assured of being given the same rations that the lowest enlisted man received. And, woe be it to the mess officer if the food was found to be 'unfit in quality or quantity').
Upon becoming Commandant, General Gray was expected to do a great deal of 'formal entertaining'...fancy dinner parties in full dress blue uniform. Now, the General would rather have been in the field eating cold 'C-rats' around a fighting hole with a bunch of young 'hard charging' Marines. But the General knew his duty and as a Marine he was determined to do it to the best of his ability.
During these formal parties, a detachment of highly polished Marines from 'Eighth and Eye' (Marine Barracks located at 8th and I Streets in Washington, D.C., home of the Silent Drill Team) were detailed to assume the position of 'parade rest' at various intervals around the ballroom where the festivities were being held.
At some point during one of these affairs, a very refined, blue-haired lady picked up a tray of pastries and went around the room offering confections to the guests. When she noticed these Marines in dress blues, standing like sculptures all around the room, she was moved with admiration. She knew that several of these men were fresh from our victory in Kuwait. She made a beeline for the closest Lance Corporal, drew near him and asked, 'Would you like pastry young man?'
The young Marine snapped to 'attention' and replied, "I don't eat that shit, Ma'am." Just as quickly, he resumed the position of 'parade rest.' His gaze remained fixed on some distant point throughout the exchange.
The fancy lady was completely taken aback! She blinked, her eyes widened, her mouth dropped open. So startled was she that she immediately began to doubt what she had heard. In a quivering voice she asked, "W-W-What did you say?"
The Marine snapped back to the position of 'attention' (like the arm of a mousetrap smacking it's wooden base). Then he said, '"I don't eat that shit, Ma'am." And just as smartly as before, back to the position of 'parade rest' he went.
This time, there was no doubt. The fancy lady immediately became incensed and felt insulted. After all, here she was an important lady, taking the time to offer something nice to this enlisted man (well below her station in life), and he had the nerve to say THAT to HER! She exclaimed, "Well! I never...!" The lady remembered that she had met that military man in charge of all these 'soldiers' earlier. She spotted General Gray from across the room. He had a cigar clenched between his teeth and a camouflaged canteen cup full of bourbon in his left hand. He was talking to a group of 1st and 2nd Lieutenants. So blue haired lady went straight over to the Commandant and interrupted.
"General, I offered some pastry to that young man over there, and do you know what he told me?"
General Gray cocked his eyebrow, took the cigar out of his mouth and said, "Well, no Ma'am, I don't." The lady took in a deep breath, confident that she was adequately expressing with her body language her considerable rage and indignation. As she wagged her head in cadence with her words, and she paused between each word for effect, 'She said, "I - don't - eat - that - shit - Ma'am!''
The lieutenants were in a state of near apoplexy. A couple of them choked back chuckles, and turned their heads to avoid having their smirks detected. The next thought that most of them had was, 'God, I hope it wasn't one of MY Marines!' and the color left their faces.
General Gray wrinkled his brow, cut his eyes in the direction of the lieutenants, put his free hand to his chin and muttered a subdued, "Hmmm Which one did you say it was Ma'am," the General asked.
"That tall sturdy one right over there near the window, General," the woman said with smug satisfaction. One of the lieutenants began to look sick and put a hand on the wall for support. General Gray, seemed deep in thought, hand still to his chin, wrinkled brow. Suddenly, he looked up and his expression changed to one indicating he had made a decision.
He looked the fancy lady right in the eyes and said,
"Well, fuck him! Don't give him any." _____________________________________
Can you identify the expression .........'What it’s all about'?
What makes an honest and well respected man? What makes a Hero. For reasons unknown to myself, as of late I have been thinking a great deal about my deceased brother, Colonel Robert F Leimer USAF (Ret).
It might begin with the things you do as a young child. Something my older (and only)brother and myself did quite a bit during our youth was build gasoline powered model airplanes such as this. In fact, I recall helping him build a model exactly like the one pictured below.
On many Saturday mornings when weather permitted, we would go over the old deserted runways of the "Hancock Air Base" and fly the models we had labored on, sometimes for many months. We would fly the planes as long as we could, usually till they crashed and couldn't be repaired with the glue and spare parts we would always bring along. My brother taught me a great deal about building models correctly and what was what on an airplane.
Then, Bob began taking Flight Lessons out of a little airport in upstate New York, known then Cicero Airport, simply a mowed and worn down grass field with a small diner and control room (a radio behind the diner's counter). Today its "Billy Michaels Airfield" named after the original owner/founder. Photo below **Click To Enlarge If'n Ya want to.**.
The first plane he learned to fly was the J-3 Piper Cub. Back in the day, an hour's Flight Time only cost $12.00/hr, and he earned his flight money the old fashioned way, by working for it. Mowing lawns, shoveling driveways in the winter, you name it.
A few years later, I followed suit and followed in his exact same footprints, flying the same plane(s) out the same airfield and making my money the same way. I believe every man and woman in this world need a role model at some stage of their early lives.
Then, along came the now "Forgotten War", Korea, and Bob had joined a local Marine Corps Armored Reserved Detachment in Mattydale, NY, and you guessed it, off to Marine Corps "Boot Camp" at Pendleton, CA. He didn't even get a chance to finish High School.
At some point in time while he was in "The Corps", his platoon was used as "Extra's" in the movie "Battle Cry", (trailer below). I remember that my Mom, Dad and myself went to the local "sit & scratch" (Cooties were more common back then) movie theater to see the newly released movie in the hopes we might just catch a glimpse of him. Of course we didn't.
But that was the movies, in real life Bob drove an Amphibious Assault Vehicle at General McArthur's, Inchon, Korea invasion, like the ones pictured below.
It was in the Corps that he saw first hand what the lack of a good education could lead to, so upon returning home after the war, he not only finished High School (with Honors), but then went on to the State College at Oswego, NY and became a teacher.
Although he truly loved teaching, and was excellent at it, it was too mundane and tame a life for him. After several years as a very accomplished teacher, he then became an Officer in The United States Air Force and eventually wound up flying F-4 Phantoms over Vietnam.
On many occasions he returned from various combat missions with his plane shot up pretty good. I guess God was his co-pilot on all those missions, and THAT was something we both believed in, a Higher Power that watched over and guided us in our daily lives and decisions.
Of course there is much much more to this life story, but I write and post this very brief account of his life more so for my benefit than for the readers, if any. He retired from The Air Force in the 1980's and was taken from us a few years later by cancer.
There are very few men who have ever walked this Earth that I have ever respected and revered as much as my brother Bob, and that's because he set such a high standard for others to meet. I dearly miss him and his companionship, sage advice, humor, and all the great qualities he possessed that made him an honest, well respected and loved man. ________________________________________
ALL HANDS ON DECK !!! Lend a hand mateys! and a Drunken Sailor.
The thought fer T'Day....
"[T]he people alone have an incontestable, unalienable, and indefeasible right to institute government and to reform, alter, or totally change the same when their protection, safety, prosperity, and happiness require it." --Samuel Adams
Hello! Gina Elise here! I would like to invite my project supporters to please consider placing a business card sized ad or a tribute/dedication space in the 4th annual "Pin-Ups For Vets" 2010 calendar and website. These ads help me to cover the production costs of the calendar and offer you a great way to reach a HUGE audience with your business or personal message. The ads/tributes will be featured in the calendar AND on the website for one year. For the low price of $100, you get a lot of "bang for your buck" because of the double placement. The calendars are sent all over the US and across the globe. The website also gets much attention from internet visitors. The project has been covered by major news outlets, with more publicity to come in 2010!
Personal message ads to the deployed troops or to our Wounded Warriors & Veterans would be so very appreciated.
In order to be a sponsor, please e-mail me a business ad or a personal tribute to pinupsforvets@aol.com by September 30th, 2009. Then, please send your ad space payment payable to Gina Elise for $100 to: Gina Elise P.O. Box 14 Redlands, CA 92373
"A big salute and a huge thanks to all of my generous project supporters who decide to place an ad in the 2010 calendar. The photo shoot is complete and this is going to be the best calendar yet! I will send out an e-mail once the 2010 calendar is ready to order. Once again, the proceeds from the calendar project go to benefit rehabilitation programs for our Vets. Much love, Gina Elise " http://www.pinupsforvets.com/ E-mail: pinupsforvets@aol.com
I been helpin "G" out in what little ways I can fer about 2 years now, and believe me, she does a lot of good fer ALL our Vets both through her calenders, her donations and her many visits to Veterans Hospitals all around the country. As one of my regular female readers once stated regarding Gina, "She uses her Goods for the Good!" I kinda liked the way she put that.
So if'n ya can, lend a supportin hand for our brave men and women. THANKS, Cookie ____________________________________
....and while we're on the subject of Drunken Sailors....
Now I know that this here "Bubblehead" was known to imbibe on an occasion or two, I wonder if'n my old Submarine buddy "Subvet" ever did or not...?
Betcha the Marines don't have any songs like this.....
I'm just an old Vietnam era Disabled Veteran Seabee, (and an old "Diesel-Boat" Sub-Sailer ) who's just a killin time...till time kills me. After retiring from many years in Law Enforcement as a Detective Sergeant, I now spends most a m'time a cookin fer feller sportsmen(and m' Wife) & writin a cook'n column fer a Fish & Game Magazine. I Hunt & Fish and don't care much fer liberals or ACLUers. I live in a small northern NY town on Oneida Lake, and like it that way. I can be as cantankerous as a Grizzly Bear with a tooth ache, or as cuddly as a Teddy Bear...mostly the former...
