"Fired by the President"

We learned over the weekend that the CEO of General Motors (A.K.A. Government Motors)
was 'fired' by the President of the United States.
I was somewhat confused, in my naivete' I thought only the board of directors or the shareholders could fire anyone.

I stand corrected.

The old saying "When you take the King's shilling....." comes to mind here.

Having no sympathy for an executive who runs a corporation that has been so inept and poorly run that it should by all rights be undergoing chapter 11 bankruptcy, I am still chilled to the bone by this further incursion of our Constitutional Rights.

All of us should re-read the Declaration of Independence, and the Preamble to the Constitution of The United States, and the Bill of Rights.

Otherwise you may pick up the phone and hear "This is the White House calling. I see you have missed your sales quota two months running now. You're Fired!"

It would no doubt create yet another "reality" T.V. show, "Fired by the President"

How far will this intrusion go?

Only as far as We the People let it.

Chilling, isn't it?

Spring Fever

It is 70 here today.

Glorious!

We are due for one more (I hope!) cold snap through the weekend, with yet more rain.

Then we hope Spring will really be here!

Our plants are as eager to get out of my garage as I am for them to vamoose.

The winter rye grass in my yard has never looked thicker or more luxurious.
So much so that the Queen has convinced me of the wisdom of paying someone else to do the first mowing of the year.
We found a local lawn service last year that does good work for a fair price.

I'll then do our annual weed-n-feed spring maintenance, and she will start chopping, digging clearing and mulching prior to putting out seeds and young plants.

A fence for Csonk is in the plans around part of the back yard.
Maybe I'll get started on that patio down below the deck as well.

As long as my Fred G. Sanford Arthur-itis doesn't hit me too hard, I look forward to getting dirty.

I am sure that the Queen of the Manor will post some in progress pictures

Stop Yo'ing me and other random stuff.

Yo as in Yo Yo, as in our weather of late.

Two weekends ago, we had lows in the mid-teens, and snow.
Last weekend while we were in Wilmington, it was sunny and around 80 all weekend.
Yesterday in VA I arose to a 33 degree morning, and our highs here are not going to be above 40 today.
Rain and temps in the forties are predicted through Monday at least.
The corny old saying "If you don't like the weather, wait thirty minutes!" holds true.

Random thought one;

I am amazed at how many older adults (older than myself, one almost has to be in the Yoda range to exceed that) are into Facebook.
Yesterday I received an email from a cousin inviting me to 'join' and be his friend.
He has obviously had my email for years, and phone and address.
This is the only communication I've had in at least 8 years.
On the same email it mentioned that another person has invited me to be her friend.
This is a neighbor friend of my wife's, in her mid sixties at least.
All of the ladies were commenting about how addicted this woman is to Facebook, spending hours each week devoted to it.
I won't be joining, and if I ever do it should become apparent to all who know me that I have probably slipped into some sort of dementia.

Call me, Dang it!

Random thought for the day two;

I in general loathe so called self help books.
While wondering through a book store the other night in Old Virginnie I chanced upon a cover that grabbed my attention.
"People Are Idiots, and I Can Prove It!"
The picture of the author, Larry Wingett also grabbed my attention.
Picture a bald, gooteed middle aged guy with earrings and a loud Western Shirt.

The first page I flipped to, he explained that when someone in Oklahoma where he was raised messed up, the expression was "He peed in his Chili!"

I have to read this guy, I thought.

What old boomers like me call common sense, mixed with a lot of humor and self deprecation
should make this workbook a good practical read.
That's right, each point he makes has a self evaluating work sheet.

You're never too old to learn, right?

Unless, that is you are a politician.

Bohemian Rapsody.

Today children, the topic is dancing.

We will discuss the total lack of any discernable skill on the dance floor that I exhibit,
the innate talent that the Queen shares with our graceful niece the Mistress of Wazoo,
the apparent magical abilities of a certain purple hat endowing a certain professorial nephew with Travolta like happy feet, etc etc.

"Why, it's our Finnish Kirellian heritage!" my lovely wife intoned.
I might buy that, but I've seen most of the rest of the clan try to dance.
Only yours truly is more dance-ically disadvantaged.

Besides, though I often thought some of the Familia were from other worlds,
I suspected Alpha Centauri, not the Kirellian empire.

My people, being heavily invested in a German and English heritage are obviously Klingon.
We are a riot at parties if you don't mind breakage, and great in a fight.
That's about it for our graceful abilities.

Now for story time, kiddies!
Gather your Kool-aid and cookies and listen up!

Once upon a time, there was a mother, a daugther and an Auntie.
Lovely ladies all, and usually quite sane.
On this particular occassion whilst browsing in a thrift store the daughter had a muse.

"Why don't we all pick out something really, really hideous for one another, and then we will wear said outfits to supper when our Knights (pronounced, Kin-Igits) Gallant pick us up in their steel chariot."

"Huzzah! shouted the girls in unison"
And they proceeded to shop.
Several outfits too hideous for even their state of silliness were rejected.
Then, success, in a manner of speaking.
Not only did they purchase these monstrosities, they changed into them afterwards.
(See picture for exculpatory evidence)
The daughter is actually wearing sleep wear, the mother, impossible to identify the genre' of her frock, and the auntie a blouse made for Miss Fabersham right out of Great Expectations.

Upon re-viewing this picture, the Queen said
"It looks like we were on our way to interview for a job at a girlie-club!"

Imagine the surprise and wonder when Sir Meredith the brave, and Sir Arthur the stunned picked them up in front of the store.
Pole-axed might be a better description of our reaction.

The happy party then proceeded to Bahama Breeze, a Island themed eatery in yonder Raleigh towne.
Mojitos were imbibed by all but the chariot driver, (a sublime mixture of mint, sugar cane juice, and allegedly some Mount Gay Barbados Rum)
and wonderous looks were constantly given our way by our fellow diners.

Their looks said "No, we are not laughing with you, we ARE laughing at you!"

Afterwards, the ladies all took naps. What a fabulous day for them!

If you want to exercise your imagination, picture any men you know ever engaging in like shenanigans.

"No Vern, that yellow evening gown don't do you justice! You're a winter, Bro, remember?"
"Try the midnight blue ensemble'."

Ah, but Vive La Difference, ladies!