HAPPY NEW YEAR! Hope you all have a blessed New Year. See Y'all next year in a couple of hours. ROFL! Gonna call my wife and talk to my daughter. I miss them so much! Laters...God Bless you all and Keep Smiling :)

“If every American for one week refused to eat at a fast-food joint, it would bring concentrated animal feeding operations to their knees.” –Joel Salatin of Polyface Farm

Ranching Projects and Workshops

I went hunting this morning to my usual spot in the South Area of the ranch.  I knew the drove of pigs were on the other side of the rocks.  I could hear them rooting around from where I was at.  In a few minutes, they'll make their way around the big boulder to my side.  So I sat at the base of a tall tree, stretched my legs out with my rifle on my lap.  Just then, for some reason, that God only knows, Duchess, my dog, starts barking in the direction of the pigs. 

I don't know how to describe how livid I wanted to get at that very moment.  The safety was off my weapon.  I was just glaring at my dog for what she had done.  Any second now, the butt of my weapon would be secured on my shoulder, and my sights would be on Duchess's head.  Mind you, I'm out of the nice little itty bitty pink meds from the VA clinic that keeps me calm from my PTSD issues.  By God's Grace, I didn't do anything to Duchess.  I just got up, told her to let's go, then we just patrolled my hunting trail to the family's big property in the back. 

We spent 3 hours on the trail, cutting back all the growth.  That's the problem with the rainy season, everything in there just grows so fast.  I need to make it a point to police the trail once a week, during the rainy season. 

When I got back from the policing the trail.  My aunt at the store called and talked to my mom about cutting down some trees along their fence line because the leaves were falling over into their side.  My mom asked me, I said it was okay, as long as it wasn't my banana trees.  I got really upset at that last incident.  I guess it worked posting it on my blog what happened.  Now they're calling. 

Anyway, I'm told later that my aunt is hiring someone to cut down the three trees.  My first thought was, why.  What's wrong with my cousins?  Then I was told the price.  I replied that I'd do it for even for 1/3 of what the other guy is asking.  When I thought more about it.  I realized that those guys who are coming to cut the trees are going to be on my ranch.  That sent alarm bells ringing inside my head.  The last thing I want is for someone to come onto my ranch to cut down some trees.   Then if something should end up missing.  I'd be highly upset at that.  So I decided to cut down those trees myself. 

My mom is so funny.  She went and told her sister, my aunt that I cut down those trees.  When she came back, while I was switching my dogs on their tie outs.  She was going to give me the money, 1/3 of what I said I would do it for.  I told my mom that I don't need it and for her to keep it.  I just shook my head at that. 
The thing is.  I would have done it for free.  All they had to do is ask. 

This evening I went to the Farmer's Workshop at the university.  The topic tonight is "Guam's Labor Laws for Farmers".  It was informative.  Not that I plan to use the information anytime soon.  I don't have that big of an operation like three of the big farms that were represented there tonight.  Not yet, anyway, that is.  I met Tommy Tanaka for the first time.  I've known of him for awhile now.  While we were waiting for the workshop to start, we introduced ourselves and talked about our ranches.  He's a rancher like myself.  Tommy brought in the Boer Goats years ago.  I met up with Gordon and Beverly Ibanez, haven't seen them since I worked for the Yigo Mayor's office.  Talked with Beverly Ibanez about her fruit jams, especially the Soursop Jam and other jams that she used to make at her fruit tree farm in Yigo.  She's going to making her jams again.  They sell the popular Crocs in Tamuning.   Tom Blas was there, a former client of mine.  He and his wife Marianne own a plant nursery in Yigo.  Ernie Wusstig, Bernard Watson, and Jesse Bamba was there as well.  For some reason, Ernie loves to ask lots of questions.  Most of the attendees are farmers.  I met up with former senator Joanne Brown.  She currently works at Department of Agriculture. 

The workshop touched on issues like, "Are you an Employer, Classification of Workers, Fair Labor Standards Act-Guam/US-Federal, Records Keeping, and Recommendations for Farmers".  I had fun at the workshop, met lots of new people getting into Farming/Ranching.  They're doing it, not because the economy is slow, but to grow organically nutritious foods. 

As the workshop closed, the presenters invited all the farmers/ranchers to use the Small Business Development Center at the College of Business.  I've been a client there since 1995.  Farming is a business, so the farmers should use the center to get their records done and other farming business needs.  I still use it when I'm in that area or when my computer system goes down. 

Mayweather accuses Pacquiao of using Steroids and Performance Enhancing Drugs. Hmmm, if the guy is to panty to fight Pacman, all he had to do was say no. Not cool at all.

Free Trade is hurting America.

Yes to Military Buildup, But Not With Marines.

I've been looking over the Environmental Impact Study for the Marine Relocation here on Guam.  I don't like it one bit.  I don't think most Guamanians realize how much land the military will take from private landowners and territorial public lands through one-sided back door lease agreements or outright land condemnation.  Even though they say now, they will not do any land condemnations.  But our history tells us different. 

At first, I believed the military buildup will be a good thing with the Marines, but not anymore.  I prefer that we look into having more U.S. Naval ships home ported here, like an aircraft carrier, or more Air Force Bomber or Fighter squadrons.  The Marines should move to the Philippines.

Our territorial leaders are to blame for this stupidity.  They have led the people to believe that this is a good thing.  That our island will get much needed jobs.  Really?  Once the construction is over, what other jobs are there?  Why are our so-called leaders thinking short term?  Why not long term?  Are we so dependent on Uncle Sam's teats, that we can't fend for ourselves anymore? 

I'm not a member of Chamorro Tribe.  But I do believe that they have our island's interests at heart. 

Yigo Hunters' Night Before Christmas.

My 410 is locked and loaded,
I can hardly even wait.
There'll be nine Binadu fly'n over,
pulling a cart within it's wake.

The Yigo Boyz are armed and ready,
For so many years they have tried.
That pesky manamko, si Tun Nick,
ready to do his fly by.

All we want is Kanen Binadu,
For the Christmas party the next day.
Kelaguen, Fritada, yan barbecue,
Diet Coke to wash it away.

I hear the cart's bells come a jingling,
It's coming from the skies.
the boyz are busy drinkin',
while keeping watch with bloodshot eyes.

As the deer pulled cart slowly approaches
from high above the trees.
boyz with itchy fingers,
let rounds go as they please.

Not one round strikes any of the deer
as they make their approach slow and wide.
This team is well prepared for us
they're wearing Kevlar over their hides.

Aiii, si Tun Nick wins again,
this night of Christmas Eve.
The Yigo boyz are quite upset,
no binadu to cook and eat.

I remember the very eve that Tun Nick lost,
those many years gone by.
My well placed shot had hit it's mark,
A dinga seis fell from the sky.

My 12-point trophy mounted high on my wall,
for all to see my boast.
That was one very special deer,
it had a shiny red nose.


Copyright 2009, by Lorenzo Taitano.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Christmas Poem...Island Style.

I first posted this in Y360 and a couple of years ago here on my multiply site.  I like this parody of, Twas The Night Before Christmas.  Merry Christmas, from my family to yours.  ==Enzo.

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all over the isle,

The stores were jampacked, lines as long as a mile.

Midnight Masses were done, some as early as 10,

Then it was back to the house, to make kelaguen.

The kids were watching wrestling, should have been in their beds,

While visions of boñelos dagu cha-cha-cha'd through their heads.

My five dogs were all barking, as the midnight hour came near,

And Santa came calling, but with carabao, not reindeer.

He landed on the roof with such a bump and a shake

That I jumped up and ran, thinking, "Laña! Earthquake!"

To the window I flew, then I cursed and I muttered,

Because it, like the rest, was still typhoon-shuttered.

So I ran out of the house to our kitchen outdoors,

As the coconut trees swayed along white sandy shores,

When what before my wondering eyes did appear now,

But a miniature bullcart and eight miniature carabao,

With a little manamko' driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment that it had to be Tun Nick.

With a clatter of big hooves, his carabao they came,

He said "sst, hoy!" and then called them by name;

Now Junior! Now Nene! Now Tita and Ding!

Hafa Ko! Hafa Doll! Hafa 'Sus and Ping!

To the top of the pickup! to the top of the tin!

Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away again!

Tun Nick landed his own sled, right there on our roof,

So I looked for a Polaroid, so I would have proof.

He was dressed all in red, from his foot to his head,

He didn't wear boots, but jingle-belled yore' instead.

His eyes, how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!

And his nose was red as the signs that spelled "Geri."

He came down the roof, wondering where he should go to,

And his big bushy beard was as white as some potu.

He had a broad face and a little round tummy,

Which he rubbed happily as he ate guyuria so yummy.

He spoke not a word as he put presents under the tree,

A seven-day bracelet for the wife, a new machete for me.

The kids all got scooters, betel nut cutters for Tun Ben,

Then he turned to go and almost knocked over the belen.

Ai adai, it was plenty hot, so he loosened his collar,

Then sprang to the roof and to his team gave a holler.

The carabao flew off, carrying Santa over the sea,

And he yelled out: "Felis Pasgua! And to all, esta ki!"

This poem was first published on Dec. 24, 2000, in the Pacific Daily News.

Twas The Night Before Christmas -- Guam Version.

MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM GUAM

Tis the night before Christmas
and Santa's relaxed.
Guam's surf is up--
Santa's surf board is waxed.

The Zories are hung
by the Aircon with care,
And the Kiddies all know
Santa soon will be there.

Once the tide goes out,
and he's through "hangin' ten"
He'll stop to see Barbara,
and Charlie, and Ben.

A snack's been prepared
by Becky and Sam.
It's that old island favorite:
Tortillas and Spam.

After giving out presents,
for his surfboard he'll reach.
Santa's parting remark will be
"Back to the Beach!"

He'll join all those tourists
who visit for fun.
When it comes to vacations,
he says, "Guam's number one!"

And you'll hear him exclaim
'ere he boogies away:
Merry Christmas to all,
And to all, "Hafa Adai!"

Military Christmas Poem

'Twas The Night Before Christmas,
He Lived All Alone,
In A One Bedroom House
Made Of Plaster And Stone.

I Had Come Down The Chimney
With Presents To Give,
And To See Just Who
In This Home Did Live.

I Looked All About,
A Strange Sight I Did See,
No Tinsel, No Presents,
Not Even A Tree.

No Stocking By Mantle,
Just Boots Filled With Sand,
On The Wall Hung Pictures
Of Far Distant Lands.

With Medals And Badges,
Awards Of All Kinds,
A Sober Thought
Came Through My Mind.

For This House Was Different,
It Was Dark And Dreary,
I Found The Home Of A Soldier,
Once I Could See Clearly.

The Soldier Lay Sleeping,
Silent, Alone,
Curled Up On The Floor
In This One Bedroom Home.

The Face Was So Gentle,
The Room In Such Disorder,
Not How I Pictured
A United States Soldier.

Was This The Hero
Of Whom I'd Just Read?
Curled Up On A Poncho,
The Floor For A Bed?

I Realized The Families
That I Saw This Night,
Owed Their Lives To These Soldiers
Who Were Willing To Fight.

Soon Round The World,
The Children Would Play,
And Grownups Would Celebrate
A Bright Christmas Day.

They All Enjoyed Freedom
Each Month Of The Year,
Because Of The Soldiers,
Like The One Lying Here.

I Couldn't Help Wonder
How Many Lay Alone,
On A Cold Christmas Eve
In A Land Far From Home.

The Very Thought
Brought A Tear To My Eye,
I Dropped To My Knees
And Started To Cry.

The Soldier Awakened
And I Heard A Rough Voice,
"Santa Don't Cry,
This Life Is My Choice;

I Fight For Freedom,
I Don't Ask For More,
My Life Is My God,
My Country, My Corps."

The Soldier Rolled Over
And Drifted To Sleep,
I Couldn't Control It,
I Continued To Weep.

I Kept Watch For Hours,
So Silent And Still
And We Both Shivered
From The Cold Night's Chill.

I Didn't Want To Leave
On That Cold, Dark, Night,
This Guardian Of Honor
So Willing To Fight.

Then The Soldier Rolled Over,
With A Voice Soft And Pure,
Whispered, "Carry On Santa,
It's Christmas Day, All Is Secure."

One Look At My Watch,
And I Knew He Was Right.
"Merry Christmas My Friend,
And To All A Good Night."

Written by Lance Corporal James M. Schmidt in 1986. Printed in Leatherneck (The Magazines for the Marines) in December 1991.

A Different Christmas Poem

 The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
 I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. 
 My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
 My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
 Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
 Transforming the yard to a winter delight.

 The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
 Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. 
 My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
 Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
 In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
 So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

 The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
 But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.. 
 Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,

Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
 My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
 And I crept to the door just to see who was near.

 Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
 A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. 
 A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
 Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
 Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
 Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.

 "What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
 "Come in this moment, it's freezing out here! 
 Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
 You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
 For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
 Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..

 To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
 Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right, 
 I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
 "It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
 That separates you from the darkest of times.

 No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
 I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me. 
 My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December,"
 Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
 My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam',
 And now it is my turn and so, here I am.

 I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
 But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile. 
 Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
 The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
 I can live through the cold and the being alone,
 Away from my family, my house and my home.

 I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
 I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat. 
 I can carry the weight of killing another,
 Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
 Who stand at the front against any and all,
 To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.."

 "  So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
 Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
 "But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
 "Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
 It seems all too little for all that you've done, 
 For being away from your wife and your son."

 Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
 "Just tell us you love us, and never forget. 
 To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
 To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
 For when we come home, either standing or dead,
 To know you remember we fought and we bled.
 Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, 
 That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."

From Goat Meat Production Group. 
Posted by: John-Derek Gray
http://www.grayrobinranch.com
Serving N.W. Arkansas and N.E. Oklahoma

The Realization Hit Me.

Although, Rhoda and I talked about it.  And, we agreed it was okay to miss the Christmas Holidays without each other this season.  We accepted the sacrifices so she can finish her last semester of Nursing School which ends this coming March. 

I thought I was going to be okay about it.  During the praise and worship of our Christmas Service this evening, that realization hit me pretty hard.  I don't think I'll be in the mood to celebrate Christmas or New Year's Eve, this year, not without my family. 

This time last year, I was with Rhoda and Larraine in Butuan City having fun, celebrating with her family.  Larraine was leading her cousins around the Purok singing Christmas Carols.  She was only 6 years old at the time. 

I going to work it like any other day.  I'll just continue on my ranch projects here or at the Guae Ranch.  I have not been to the Bottom Lands for awhile now.  I'm pretty sure the boyz will be down there. 

I know this for certain.  This will be the last Christmas and New Year's Eve without my wife and daughter.  I will be there for the Holidays next year, if they are not here on island already.

My next trip to the Philippines will be real long. 

Pelosi lost a Blue Dog to the Republicans. Trendsetting? Hmmm...

Ranch Log: Update on Downed Intruder And Today's Activities

It was busy day for me today.  My day started around 2:30 AM.  I woke up to the dogs barking at the ranch.  I could tell it was Goldie barking.  I listened for awhile thinking it was just the drove of wild pigs making their way into the ranch.  But her barking changed to a slightly deep snarling growl.  The pups were backing her up doing the same thing.  I had gotten out of bed this time and moved to the window.  I saw Duchess running along the trail leading to the ranch.  Soon I heard her doing the same snarling growling bark.  Ever see a dog attack another dog?  Yep, that's the bark I'm talking about.  At this time all the dogs on the ranch, compound, across the street were all barking. 

I opened up my window screen and leaned outside.  I could see the small yellow lights on the ranch shack.  I could tell that Duchess was running back and forth on something.  My whole thought process was that she had cornered a wild pig.  I had my rifle at my side and was trying to attach my red dot scope.  At that time, I heard a voice yelling, not in English or Chamorro.  It definitely was in Chuukese.  Then I heard the cry of pain.  I knew one of my dogs got whoever it was.  I was laughing...I know...I shouldn't have...But it was funny! 

From the sounds, I could tell this guy was running on the glass area, crashing through the trees, trying to get away from my dogs.  Serves him right.  He deserved all he got last night.  I went back to sleep. 

This morning, I got up to see the damage that was done.  I saw Duchess just below the steps of the back porch waiting for me, wagging her tail.  We got the herd out and pastured them, fed the rabbits, and moved the rooster pens to new grass.  I walked over to the glass area.  Okay, let me set the scene.  The glass area is a part of the ranch on the south side that has piles of glass from World War II.  That was left there by the G.I's. who camped in this area after the war.  So I have bottles of coke and beer in one huge pile that covers maybe 400 sq. ft. 

Anyway, I was looking around the glass area.  I noticed bottles broken that were not broken before, broken branches, and the place where the intruder was brought down by Duchess.  She must have did a number on him because there was no moss or leaves covering the ground, just disturbed red dirt.  I wonder where he was bitten, legs, arms, or both.  If he got stitches, how many?  I praised Duchess who was next to me...hugging her, scratching her behind the ears. 

So this morning, I was trying to peek across the street from my ranch into the neighbors yard at the duplex house to see who there was injured.  I didn't see any injured adult, just the children playing in the yard.  That was enough excitement for the day.


My mom decided that she would clean the goat kid's nursery pen this morning.  I helped her taking the branches out.  She raked up the leaves and manure into a nice pile for me to pick up and move to my sweet potato tire towers.  The sweet potatoes/kamute (ka-mu-te) are doing really good.  One tire tower is on it's third tire.  Since the other two tires were not ready to receive compost.  They still have sprouts.  I placed the compost on the 3 trash can towers to get them ready for planting.  I should have some really nice size kamute in March from the tire towers. 

I have to make arrangements to get more tires from my friend Krystal's house.  I am hoping to get them this Saturday morning.  I'll have to ask one of the guys to help me retrieve them before I mark it down as a planned commitment on my projects calendar.  The sooner I get those tires.  The quicker I'll be able to plant more kamute, dagu (Chamorro yam), and U.S. yam. 

This afternoon, I separated the two Guinea hens from the scratch pens.  I had to secure the breeding pen before I placed one of the Guinea hens in it.  My plan is to catch the Guinea roosters for each hen this week.  So I can start them on breeding and getting eggs to repopulate my flock.  That reminds me, I have to get my incubators cleaned and ready. 

I'm doing the same thing for my grass pastured Bulik and white roosters.  Trying to catch the hens for them to breed and grow back the flock.  That includes, acquiring a Muscovy drake from another rancher soon.  Have to get a companion for my last white Muscovy duck. 

I placed a trap with some hen scratch feed in it, on the North side to catch the feral chickens there.  I'll raise them up to fatten them, and then I'll feed them to my dogs as part of my raw meat program.

I'll be planting my cherry tomatoes, regular tomatoes, cucumbers, cantaloupes, sweet onions, red onions, eggplant, green beans, melons, and hot chili peppers in a couple of days.  I'm already looking forward to the harvest. 

Work is never done on a Ranch.

Keep Smiling

H1N1 Recall. That's gotta suck really bad.

"Amazing Grace" Christmas House.

Winter Solstice On A Tropical Island.

A lot of my online farmer/rancher/homesteader friends in the US Mainland are observing Winter Solstice, today.  Not a big celebration, just an observance to acknowledge that special day has come.  For some who don't know, there are two Winter Solstice in a year.  One today for the Northern Hemisphere. The other already happened between June 20-23, in the Southern Hemisphere. 

On the group lists that I'm subscribed to, one said, she'll have a special dinner for her family, another stated that he'll light a candle, while another said, she'll just relax with anticipation that Winter is half way over.  Some people don't understand the reason for agrarians to celebrate this annual celebration.  For them, after today, the days start to get longer.  It's a tangible point in time for them that Spring is around the corner, and the planting season will start in a couple of weeks/months. 

I never looked at it that way.  I've always thought that the day, Winter Solstice, was somehow linked to witchcraft.  Ignorance on my part.  I started thinking...what does that day mean to me as a rancher on an island in the tropical zone?  I guess a couple of things:  Typhoon season is almost over;  The dry season will start in a couple of weeks;  Christmas is only days away; Another reason to barbecue!!!

Learned something new today.

Keep Smiling

ROFLMBO...,my dogs Goldie and Duchess did good last night, at around 0238 hrs. Another intruder, maybe same one, came into the ranch. I had relocated Goldie's tie out later in the afternoon. I woke up to her barking, then the pups started growling, then I saw Duchess run to the ranch from my bedroom window. Next thing, I heard some guy yelling in chuukese. I got my rifle, just in case. Hmmm, I wonder who among the neighbors got bit. To bad Duchess didn't maul him. ROFLMBO!!!! GOOD JOB, GOOD JOB, MY DOGS!!! Gonna feed them extra raw meat for doing a great job this early morning. :)

My insomnia kicked in tonight, as well as the recurring pain from my MilSvc Connected back injury. Having PTSD sucks, ran out of those nice little itty bitty pink pills the VA gave me to help me sleep. Still have some strong pain killers, waiting for it to kick in. It's 0400 gonna try laying down again...count sheep or something...

From a Twitter Source: NATIONAL STRIKE JAN 20, 2010 to coincide w/ STATE OF UNION SPEECH NATIONWIDE STRIKE over Obamacare & THREATEN we will not PAY INC TAX

Thieves took new bags of animals feed from the ranch, sometime last night or early this morning. I didn't even get to open those bags. I started having a great day since this morning before church service. I'm not going to let this incident get me down. One of these days though, I will catch them.

Continental Micronesia opens direct flights from Guam to Fiji. I'm gonna take advantage of that flight one day. Lots of Coconut Crabs in Fiji, that the Fijians don't eat.

Pay It Forward -- MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

This is really COOL!  Watch the Video!  

Switzerland's Gun Rights.

I like this video.  I especially like the part where the government buys the ammunition for them to use to stay proficient.  I enjoyed my many visits to Switzerland when I was stationed in Germany. 




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MOSES AND THE RED SEA

Nine-year-old Joey was asked by his mother what he had learned in Sunday School.

"Well, Mom, our teacher told us how God sent Moses behind enemy lines on a rescue mission to lead the Israelites out of Egypt. When he got to the Red Sea, he had his army build a pontoon bridge and all the people walked across safely. Then he radioed headquarters for reinforcements. They sent bombers to blow up the bridge and all the Israelites were saved."

"Now, Joey, is that really what your teacher taught you?" his mother asked.

"Well, no, Mom but if I told it the way the teacher did, you'd never believe it!"

Irreverent Jokes, Backwoods Home Magazine, Issue #117

Do you know what you're eating? Check out Food Inc.

Food Inc. Video Trailer.

I watched the movie already.  It's really informative. 

ClimateGate Video

Climategate: Started in Britain, then to America, now New Zealand is involved with manipulating climate data to further the global warmist stance. What other countries are next?

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Have a Happy Thanksgiving!  May God continue to bless you and your family abundantly. 

God Bless You All!


Keep Smiling

Pregnant Turkey

One year at Thanksgiving, my mom went to my sister's house for the traditional
feast. Knowing how gullible my sister is, my mom decided to play a trick.She
told my sister that she needed something from the store.

When my sister left, my mom took the turkey out of the oven, removed the
stuffing, stuffed a Cornish hen, and inserted it into the turkey, and re-stuffed
the turkey. She then placed the bird(s) back in the oven.

When it was time for dinner, my sister pulled the turkey out of the oven and
proceeded to remove the stuffing. When her serving spoon hit something, she
reached in and pulled out the little bird.
With a look of total shock on her face, my mother exclaimed, "Patricia, you've
cooked a pregnant bird!" At the reality of this horrifying news, my sister
started to cry.

It took the family two hours to convince her that turkeys lay eggs!
Yep.................SHE'S BLONDE!


HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

chat later,

Kathy




NOTE:  I got the above joke from the Organic Homesteading Gardening Site. 

I'm still laughing!!! 

Keep Smiling

BOW DOWN, OBAMA!!!!

Hmmm...I don't see anything on the ground. 


MSM Liberal SPIN:  Maybe he was trying to make eye contact with the Japanese Emperor.  Or, Obama could be checking the shine off the emperor's shoes. 

Conspiracy Theory:  Obama is on the bottom rung of the Illuminati.  He has to pay his respects accordingly.  He definitely can't be a SKULL. 

Spineless Theory:  Maybe, he has a bad back.  I have some naproxen if he needs it.  Nah, he can get his own. 

IMHO:  Now, I don't think the bow to the Saudi Royalty was accidental.  I bet he'll be on his knees when he meets the Russian President in a couple of hours.



Yeah, Yeah, I know...continue pray for him.  May God have mercy on him...Coz the Patriots sure don't. 

2009 CrossFit Games Highlights

CrossFit is Wildly INSANE!!!  Enjoy the Vid. 

Super Cow

Check out this Video!  Meet the Arnold of the Bovines.  Maybe they'll make a Terminator movie out of this..."The Bovinator". 

Hmmm...I wonder if it tastes good.  Gotta try it out...

I wonder how much that guy gets for giving that cow a haircut?!  Do they get a pedicure or is it a hooficure.  Or the guy harvesting the sperm...How much does he get? 


"It's very in the morning for, huh...". "I understand".  ROFL!!!

TEA PARTY: The Documentary Film

Tea Party: The Documentary Film

BEST AMATEUR VIDEO: I GOT'S A PEACE PRIZE!!!

A friend directed me to this video on Youtube.  It's hilarious.  Rap Satire at its best. 

If you watch this video,  That's a Peace Prize. 

FRESH the movie

This is a really cool trailer.  You all need to check it out. 

Noble Peace Prize Lottery Giveaway.

I guess nowadays you can practically do nothing and win what used to be the world's prestigious award, the Nobel Peace Prize.  I thought when Al Gore won the Nobel Peace Prize for his so called work on Global Warming.  That it had to be a fluke.  I can understand President Carter's award, but Gore and Obama's.  I don't know.  Something smells funny there. 

What has Obama done?  America's unemployment rate is at 12% and rising.  His stimilus package to create jobs, didn't happen.  The U.S. Dollar is not doing well.  Our economy is still in the dumps.  The Cars for Clunkers was a joke.  The battle in Afghanistan is not doing well.  He didn't get the olympics to Chicago.  But I guess his World Apology Tour won the hearts and minds of the world, except his own people. I don't get it. 

Everything Obama has proposed, hasn't been done! 

How in the world does someone get something for nothing?  He certainly is "The One". 



Well, Toto, I guess we're not in Kansas anymore. 

Jaeson Ma - LOVE

This is a really cool song. 

Cockers, Don't Incriminate Yourselves Online!!!

I got a lot of hits on my "Cockfighting USA" post.  Hmmm, I wonder why? 

Anyway, A friendly message to the Cockers in the USA.  Do not incriminate yourselves online.  You all have to remind yourselves that Cockfighting is illegal in the USA in all 50 States, except the territories.  You have to be really stupid to be posting about any fights online.  If you have someone posting anything about fights on your comment section.  YOU have to delete it. 

Also posting anything about shipping fighting birds to fight in the Philippines is also STUPID.  The federal law states no birds will be shipped across state or international lines for fighting.  To post that information on your page or another person's site is STUPID. 

As a Pacific Islander, of Chamorro/Filipino descent, I understand that this is part of our culture, as much as it is for many Asians.  If you want to keep your cockfighting culture alive.  Keep your mouth shut!  Don't advertise online where millions of people will see it.  All anyone has to do is Google Cockfighting and your site might get hit. 

This is a friendly blunt message to you all. 

Keep Smiling

Cockfighting USA

Yesterday, a Califonia Cocker,  from La Fuente, made allegations on a previous post of mine, which is now set to "contacts only", after I made my counter reply back to him.  He alleged that my pitbull, Pepsi, has inadequate shelter, is lonely and abused, based on an old picture.  Unfortunately, that's the only picture that I have of Pepsi. 

Pepsi's history is that she was house raised by a relative.  For some reason she contracted a really bad skin rash that looked a lot like mange.  She was left outside and forgotten.  Yes, she was fed and given water.  But that was the extent, of her care.  She was no longer walked, petted, or allowed back into their house.  When a new pitbull puppy was brought in.  My relative's plan was to get rid of Pepsi. 

I intervened because I needed another guard dog.  I gave her a chance and invested lots of money into her vet care.  Within a year, her skin rash was gone and her beautiful black fur came back.  It was hard taking care of her.  I had to break her bad habits and establish good habits.  I taught her how to sit, come, and stay.  The basic commands that every ranch dog should now.  Other than that, she is free to think for herself.  She is a capable guard dog and guards her assigned posts well.

As for the person who made the allegations.  He must think I'm ignorant of Cockfighting.  My grandfather raised me on taking care of his Battle Cocks.  I know exactly how the cockers choose their breeders, especially the cocks. 

A few years ago, I tried my hand in raising Battle Cocks.  It is not easy.  I thought that if I can take advantage of the federal law, by becoming a breeder.  I would make some money.  The return on a proven Battle Cock is two years.  Unless you can have them proven as stags.  Unfortunately, the Cockers on Guam are smart.  They already have their proven lines.  So trying to get into the niche proved futile.

For those of  you who don't know about how breeders choose their line.  They use proven Champions as breeders.  In order to have a Champion, a Battle Cock has to fight.  The last time I checked.  Cockfighting in the USA is now illegal in all 50 states,  Except for the territories.

When I visit farmer/rancher sites on Multiply or other social networks.  I don't make allegations based on pictures.  I don't know the situation of the farmer/rancher.  I learned that encouraging others instead of pulling them down, helps them out more. 

I know for a fact breeders have to fight their Battle Cocks to insure their flock line.  It doesn't make sense to breed a dud rooster.  Only champion birds have that privilege.  Other birds that don't make it, make their way to the pot.  Breeders have to go underground to prove their birds or they go out of business.  Plain and Simple. 

For any Cocker to tell me that they only spar their birds to find a Champion.  YOU'RE Full of $#!%.

CrossFit in 100 Words

Eat meat and vegetables, nuts and seeds, some fruit, little starch and no sugar. Keep intake to levels that will support exercise but not body fat. Practice and train major lifts: Deadlift, clean, squat, presses, C&J, and snatch. Similarly, master the basics of gymnastics: pull-ups, dips, rope climb, push-ups, sit-ups, presses to handstand, pirouettes, flips, splits, and holds. Bike, run, swim, row, etc, hard and fast. Five or six days per week mix these elements in as many combinations and patterns as creativity will allow.Routine is the enemy. Keep workouts short and intense. Regularly learn and play new sports. - Coach Glassman, CrossFit Founder

33 Guam Public Schools Closed Due to Stupidity.

They say at the Department of Education (DOE) that 33 public schools are closed today because of a flawed contract from a food vendor.  Who is supposed to provide lunch meals to the school children.  Now, there are thousand of students home and parents taking off from work to supervise their children. 

The food vendor, King's Restaurant's contract ended in May.  It's now August.  What happened with the procurement process between June and now?  The Attorney General's Office did not approve the contract due to flaws.  So why did not DOE just extend the current contract for another month? 

We have STUPID Politicians and administrators on Guam.  Now the finger pointing is going around this morning on talk radio.  It's also the fault of the people for voting these idiots into office.  There is no accountability on this island.  This bottle fed entitlement is a thorn on the island.  We need to go back to the old days where people were responsible for their lives and not dependent on the government of Guam or the federal government. 

It's Supposed to Hurt!

It's been a month since I started doing the CrossFit Workouts.  I've been a traditional body builder during my time in the military.  It wasn't until my tour of duty in Germany.  That I started doing circuit training.  Since, I've left the military many years ago.  I have been on a roller coaster weight loss/gain experience, mostly on the gain.  It has not been easy.  I've been looking for a workout program that will peak my interest. 

Until last month, a friend of mine, Maressa, introduced me to CrossFit.  I was looking for a new type of training to get me past my plateau.  I thought the I could breeze through the Workouts of the Day (WOD), even though I was not in top shape.  I believed that my ranch workout would help me out.  Was I ever wrong. 

My first WOD killed me.  I could not even do 3 rounds of the 15 that was required.  I was sore, but I was not in pain.  I don't know if that makes sense.  I had not reached my normal pain stage when I over do a workout.  My first week, I was just using my body weight.  And, only working out 3x a week for the first couple of weeks.  I took lots of breaks between the exercises.  It felt good.  I'm now working out 4x a week. 

Best thing about CrossFit, you can scale it to your needs.  For example if the exercise calls for max jerks, you can scale it down to half or where ever you're comfortable to lift the weight.  I've been doing lots of scaling.  I've also subbed some exercises that I know I can't do yet.  One exercise that I know I can't do yet is Hand Stand Push Ups.  I'm not at that level of proficiency yet.  So, I sub the exercise for Push Ups or Elevated Push Ups.  One day, I'll be able to do HSPU's.

I've noticed that since I started doing CrossFit.  I'm more energized.  I'm able to do more ranch work than before.  I take less breaks.  I'm working longer hours.  I'm able to finish lots of my projects.  I have lost 10 pounds since I started this program.  I'm hoping that I lose more.  I'm eating better than before and I'm getting the required 8 hours sleep that I need. 

CrossFit is an awesome program.  It's similar to the circuit training that I used to do in Germany with my martial arts training.  I'm really impressed with the results.  I enjoy doing the WOD's.  This is one program that I'm going to stick to. 

My title above is from CrossFit Havoc located in Oklahoma.

KEEP SMILING

CrossFit

I started a new workout regimen last week.  It's not really a regimen.  It is a whole new idea of physical fitness.  It's called "Crossfit".  It's a lot like cross training.  The Work Out of the Day pushes you to your limit.  Really challenging. The program is scalable.  So for someone like me who has been in and out of gyms for the last couple of years.  It really helps. 

The system goes against the traditional gym concept.  It's practically a community workout.  You get your closest family and friends to workout with you.  For now, It's just me, myself, and I.  But I'm helping to spread the word.  If you're interested, check out the link ----> CrossFit.

I did my first WOD (Work Out of the Day), Friday.  I was just using body weight, working a couple of rounds of squats, push ups, and lunges.  The WOD really pushes you.  I'm looking forward to more.  It's a new challenge and adventure.  I'm having fun.  

Guam Telephone Authority's Spyder Broadband Internet Connection

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Other

My Spyder Broadband Connection was installed today, February 20, 2009. GTA's Spyder Connection is really fast. I was able to go onto my different websites without any delays. GTA's Internet Connection uses my telephone line, which is my dedicated line. That means no more slow down periods or bottlenecks during peak hours. I don't have to do my business research during the early morning hours just to get what I need done. Now I can do my online work anytime. I'm able to have different windows open and still have some time to check my emails.

Really Nice.