The Ugly American
Three cheers for AirTran!!!
Why are other people always expected to show understanding for YOUR unruly child? I've been listening to a lot of supposed experts on how to raise children talk about not yelling or hitting or scolding children for their behavior. These so called experts talk about ignoring the child that's throwing a tantrum. In other words, make everyone else deal with your poor parenting skills. The other one I love is...reason with the child. Think about that for one second. Let's reason with a 3 year old. Why not and then when we get home, we can reason with the dog too! The results will be about the same.
I haven't been able to find any information about the parents. We know the child is 3, but how old are the parents? Grandpa is 57 which tells me that the parents can't be very old. So, maybe, the real issue here is children raising children?
I've been on plenty of flights. I travel for my work and have for about 15 years. I've never once seen an airline pull a family off a plane for a crying baby. What this tells me is that this little girl was doing just a little bit more than crying! And depending on what story you listen to she most definately was doing a little more!
Where were all these so called experts when I was getting spanked for my bad behavior? I can tell you that back in the day as they say, back when it was okay to discipline your children, this would not have been an issue.
And like Kerry, I've had to put up with someone elses ill behaved child because they didn't have the brains or guts to handle it themselves. I've also given toddlers the "eye" and that's usually enough. The look of shock on that face tells me all I need to know, mommy and daddy never look at me or yell at me, who are you to do it?
My answer, someon had to do it!!!
I always liked this...
I remember reading some Rudyard Kipling when I was a kid...my grandmother used to turn me onto all kinds of cool stuff like Kipling and the Knights of the Round Table. I read Jungle Book after I saw the Disney movie.
But anyway, I remember reading IF By Kipling when I was a young man and I thought it was one of the greatest poems I ever read. I still think so... IF
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
Makes me wonder...will I ever get there?
I took some other pics yesterday....
And one of them had me thinking...
Which bird do you want to be in this picture?
In Dec '05
I wrote and showed you some pictures of the Field of Flags. At the time the field had 2411 flags in it.
I went there yesterday, because it's back...it's been back for a while and it's a whole lot more crowded now....
3,351 is what the board says...that's as of yesterday anyway.
Let's hope we're going the right way with this thing...
This field doesn't need to get any more crowded than it already is....
A dogs life...
My dog has such a tough life...sometimes I think he's more comfortable on our furniture than we are!
Time for a rant!
I'm constantly reading in the editorial pages of the Pilot letters from people that want to compare New Jersey and her “you can't pump your own gas” laws with the situation we have here in Hampton Roads.
I travel to New Jersey often. I have family there and I also work up there occasionally. First off, gas is ALWAYS cheaper in New Jersey than it is here in Hampton Roads. I'm not talking a penny or two here. Gas is usually at least 10 cents cheaper in a state where additional employees have to be paid to pump the gas. I gased up in NJ before I left and I paid $1.99! Did you get that? Less than 2 dollars! According to the web site gaspricewatch.com, NJ state gas taxes are lower than VA gas taxes. It’s only a 3 cent difference, but somehow this equates to a 10 cent difference in gas prices.
Second, the roads are NEVER as crowded up there as they are here and there are probably twice as many people per square mile in New Jersey than in Hampton Roads.
Third, contrary to the popular belief of many southerners, not all the roads in the northeast are toll roads and those that are run much faster than all the free roads in this area. Tolls actually help to meter traffic onto the main thoroughfare thus controlling the level of traffic on any road.
That takes care of the gas issue. Now let's talk about taxes. My parents have a house that's very similar to mine here in Virginia Beach. They don't live in as nice a neighborhood as I do here but they pay more than 3 times the property taxes I pay. They have no sidewalk in front of their house. The town they live in and for that matter most towns in NJ don't have a paid fire department. Most towns in NJ only have volunteer fire houses. So, what are all those taxes paying for you ask? I haven't been able to figure that out. Probably going into some politico's pocket. Much of it probably goes for the high cost of union labor for things like road improvements and municipal upkeep. The only thing I’ve seen in NJ as far as municipal niceties that we don’t have here is that you don’t have to bag up your leaves in the fall, you can push them to the curb and the town will pick them up. Of course, this creates another problem, no on street parking!
Hope that helps those of you that don't have a clue about the northeast. Now lets talk about Virginia and the issues we have here.
Someone please explain to me how gas on the Eastern shore of Virginia can be 20 cents cheaper than the gas on Northampton Blvd. Think about this for a minute. Fuel trucks have to drive down the eastern shore to deliver their fuel. Fuel trucks are not allowed on the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel. They must drive down the eastern shore, deliver their fuel and drive back empty. EVERY gas station on Route 13 on Virginia's eastern shore is cheaper than most gas stations in Virginia Beach. Prices this Monday ranged from $2.05 to $2.09 and prices on Northampton Blvd. on Monday were anywhere from $2.20 to $2.29. That my friends is price gouging!
I’ll be the first to shout from the mountain tops against government regulation of private business, but the oil companies are screwing us here folks. EXXON/MOBIL consistently posts record setting profits in the billions of dollars and the American consumer gets nothing for it but higher prices. Why is it that when OPEC flinches and raises the price of a barrel of crude oil we see it at the pump immediately, but when the price of a barrel of crude drops we don’t see it at the pump for weeks?
And now for some pictures...
I promised some pictures from my last road trip...so, here's one to start.
I just couldn't help myself...
Got this in an e-mail today....
Did you hear the one about the old Navy Vietnam veteran who asked the CNO to return him to active duty and send him to Iraq?
Of course the CNO refused and told the old sailor he had served his time in combat and should enjoy his golden years.
The old sailor wasn't at all pleased so he wrote the SecNav with the same request. Back came the reply for him to enjoy his golden years because Iraq was a young Sailor's war and no place for him.
That really pissed him off so he wrote his congressman a long heart wrenching letter laying out in great detail just why he should be returned to active duty and posted to Iraq Back came the reply almost word for word the same as the SecNav response... The old sailor is livid!
He went down to the beach in Norfolk, VA and bought a rowboat, and vowing to get to Iraq one way or the other he set out rowing his boat and singing the Navy Hymn, "Anchors away me boys, anchors away...", headed for Iraq . Saint Peter has been watching this grizzled old sailor all the while and was at first amused by it all but had grown increasingly concerned as the sailor displayed his commitment to his objective.
Saint Peter finally turned to God for advice on how to deal with the sailor. After hearing the saga unfold, God advised Saint Peter to be merciful and take the sailor's brain since that was the center of thought and he would simply abandon the idea about getting to Iraq. Now, having taken God's advice and removed the sailor's brain St Peter observed little if any change in the sailor's behavior. He continued to row his boat and sing at the top of his voice ""Anchors away me boys, anchors away...", ..."
A little frustrated at the results of his labor St. Peter turned again to his God and asked "now what do I do?" God Said well, take his heart, not even a sailor can function without a heart so that should end this sad tale. But when St. Peter had completed his task and removed the sailor's Heart he was again amazed that little if any change could be observed in his behavior as the sailor continued to row his boat and sing the Navy Hymn," "Anchors away me boys, anchors away...", at the top of his voice.
Once again St. Peter asked God for assistance with this most unusual situation for which there seemed no solution. This time God responded by suggesting that St. Peter should remove the sailor's testicles since everyone knows how dependent sailors are on testicles, why else would they have such a reputation about having the "balls to do anything".
Convinced this was the answer, St. Peter went right to work and alas, he removed the sailor's balls.
Again St. Peter observed the sailor who was now, with his balls removed, rowing in a never ending circle singing, "Off we go, into the wild blue yonder..."
I know I've been slacking for a while on my blog here, but I've got a few other things on my plate right now.
The number one thing on my plate is my pop sitting in a hospital up in Jersey waiting for a heart...when that's not on my mind, which is most of the time, I try to get out on my new toy and find all the secret fishing spots down here...trust me...fishing on your own boat is a lot more fun than blogging and it can help you get your mind off things that might make your hair fall out. No offense to those that don't agree with me...but that's my personal feeling on the matter.
I'm so tired of arguing politics with people that I've pretty much given up on that as well. I've managed to change my mind on some issues over the years, but some of the people you talk with about politics are so thickheaded there's nothing you can do to help them.
Anyway, I should have some pictures for you next week...I'm on the road again...Cape May...a good thing, because I get to go see pop afterwards!