Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Walking Away — Ruby (Red) Tuesday
Just walk away
Just say goodbye
Don't turn around now you may see me cry
I mustn't fall apart
Or show my broken heart
Or the love I feel for you
So walk away
And close the door
And let my life be as it was before
And I'll never never know
Just how I let you go
But there's nothing left to say
Just walk away
Please leave some comments now and then while I'm gone. My computer will come with me and I'd like to hear from you.
I might even leave a little post or note here now and then.
And I'll read your blogs some.
But probably I won't resume returning your comments after until I return.
Click on the Ruby Tuesday button for Mary's Ruby Tuesday post listof other interesting RED finds today.
Mary is in charge there, you can see more or post your own from there.
Labels: Food, Jim Bunch Eats, Prison, Ruby Tuesday, Songs, Travel
Friday, June 18, 2010
Flashback Friday # 5 ~ Von, my first friend
I am preparing for jail again. Could be up to a six week sentence. Probably Tuesday I will let you know when. In other words I'm pretty busy right now.
Things are looking pretty good, I found out today they have wireless in the entire prison. And the food is always good. Click here for viewing the Sample Menus.
Health Update:
I am feeling better now a week after having four teeth pulled. I'm not sure how many will go back in. There are four on my temporary partial. There was already one missing so that makes five gone. Four new ones??
The missing number 13:
This is # 13 for Linda but only # 5 for me. You see I will never catch up.
That number 13 reminds me of the tests I gave in college. I used a computer test maker. Some of the questions came from the text writers, others were my own. I always had the computer make me two scrambled versions with the same questions, an "A" and a "B" version.
Then each test was numbered so that I could do inventory to make sure none came up missing. When the number 13 was to come I would change it to 43 just in case some student who got that one was superstitious.
Word I learned today: Oniomania.
Definition: "Oniomania is the psychiatric term for compulsive shopping, or shopping addiction. People with oniomania shop on impulse as a way ..." (link for more) The article didn't say whether or not they are called oniomanias but I think they are. I.e. they are people who 'shop til they drop.'
Now Flashback Friday:
Linda's orders are: "Possible topics this week: Who was your first friend? Did you have lots of friends when you were growing up or just one or two close friends? Share memories from your childhood friends ... Do you still keep up with your childhood friends today? She had a little more too and you can read them on her site. On her site you can also find other nice stories about others' relatives. Just click here on the button to the right.
Dog at our Levanto, Italy hotel:
As noted in the blog post title above, Von was my first friend. Von was always with me. Von was there before I could even remember. Von went everywhere that I would go.
Von was a dog, a German Shepherd. I don't remember when Dad got him. He may have had him before he and Mom married, which was a year and nine months before I was born. He is always in the family pictures and never did I see one of him as a pup.
Since both Mom and Dad have died (1999--age 88--and 2007--age 97) as have all my aunts and uncles I don't see how we can ever know. Too bad there isn't such a thing as 'Dog Census.' Or 'Pet Census.'
I remember two things about Von very clearly. A few other things were common talk about the dog. He was almost as popular as is my dog now, Adi (link to Adi's meme).
The first thing I remember was the time he bit my cousin, Jean. The threshers were at our farm that day and all the kids who were too young to help in the threshing or build the straw stack would play. Most of those kids were cousins. I can't remember one who wasn't.
Anyway, we were playing a tag game that day. This game was played a little differently than the traditional tag game. Maybe we made up our own rules. I would have been too young to help in that.
So I was the culprit or escaped sheep or whatever. The object was for the rest of the group to catch me. The one person who did the catching won. I don't know who the loser was. All I can remember about that is that they all were hollering and chasing me.
Since I was to run away as fast as I could, Von joined in. He actually ran interference for me. When he thought Jean would catch me he got upset and bit her. No one caught me, the game was over. I think he bit her pretty hard, on the arm I think. So she went into the house for help. That got Von in trouble but I don't know how much. I don't think they struck him.
I don't think he ever bit another person. But he sure could scare away the traveling salesmen.
The other time I remember well was when Von died. We were playing in the corral on a hot day. Von was old, very old. And he was slow. When I came out of the corral, probably for eating a snack lunch, Von didn't follow me. He stayed out in the corral. And he died there in the hot sun out in the corral.
My fear to this day is that he could not jump over the half gate that we came in over. Then I will think that I should have watched and waited for Von to come in. That way if it was that he couldn't get over the gate I could have helped him.
Probably that wasn't the problem. Von didn't die by the gate. He died out in the middle of the corral where we were last playing. Poor dog. He may have had a heat stroke. What was the problem I won't know. I just know that I left him out there by himself.
Until school, all my friends were cousins or some of the Morrow (Cliff was a tiny kid when I left home) or Hale kids. They were friends of Mom and Dad.
My first friend outside of cousins was girl in the first grade with me. Mom held me back to wait for her so I would have someone else in my grade. I will call her "L".
That wasn't too good a deal because "L" left for parochial school in the third grade. I never did have anyone else in grade with me until high school. I liked "L" a lot, almost like maybe 'puppy love.' She died young and I think I never saw her before her death.
I did once write a poem about her. It is now on my other blog, To All the Girls I've Loved Before. Here goes, it's short--the second verse is about "L" and me:
Fading Memories of Two Special Girls
some memories fade
barely recall Sat night baths
with my little sis
(and)
some thoughts can recall
show me yours I'll show you mine
saith first grade girl friend
Copyright © 2009 Jimmiehov.
All Rights Reserved
Things are looking pretty good, I found out today they have wireless in the entire prison. And the food is always good. Click here for viewing the Sample Menus.
Health Update:
I am feeling better now a week after having four teeth pulled. I'm not sure how many will go back in. There are four on my temporary partial. There was already one missing so that makes five gone. Four new ones??
The missing number 13:
This is # 13 for Linda but only # 5 for me. You see I will never catch up.
That number 13 reminds me of the tests I gave in college. I used a computer test maker. Some of the questions came from the text writers, others were my own. I always had the computer make me two scrambled versions with the same questions, an "A" and a "B" version.
Then each test was numbered so that I could do inventory to make sure none came up missing. When the number 13 was to come I would change it to 43 just in case some student who got that one was superstitious.
Word I learned today: Oniomania.
Definition: "Oniomania is the psychiatric term for compulsive shopping, or shopping addiction. People with oniomania shop on impulse as a way ..." (link for more) The article didn't say whether or not they are called oniomanias but I think they are. I.e. they are people who 'shop til they drop.'
Now Flashback Friday:
Linda's orders are: "Possible topics this week: Who was your first friend? Did you have lots of friends when you were growing up or just one or two close friends? Share memories from your childhood friends ... Do you still keep up with your childhood friends today? She had a little more too and you can read them on her site. On her site you can also find other nice stories about others' relatives. Just click here on the button to the right. Dog at our Levanto, Italy hotel:
As noted in the blog post title above, Von was my first friend. Von was always with me. Von was there before I could even remember. Von went everywhere that I would go.Von was a dog, a German Shepherd. I don't remember when Dad got him. He may have had him before he and Mom married, which was a year and nine months before I was born. He is always in the family pictures and never did I see one of him as a pup.
Since both Mom and Dad have died (1999--age 88--and 2007--age 97) as have all my aunts and uncles I don't see how we can ever know. Too bad there isn't such a thing as 'Dog Census.' Or 'Pet Census.'
I remember two things about Von very clearly. A few other things were common talk about the dog. He was almost as popular as is my dog now, Adi (link to Adi's meme).
The first thing I remember was the time he bit my cousin, Jean. The threshers were at our farm that day and all the kids who were too young to help in the threshing or build the straw stack would play. Most of those kids were cousins. I can't remember one who wasn't.
Anyway, we were playing a tag game that day. This game was played a little differently than the traditional tag game. Maybe we made up our own rules. I would have been too young to help in that.
So I was the culprit or escaped sheep or whatever. The object was for the rest of the group to catch me. The one person who did the catching won. I don't know who the loser was. All I can remember about that is that they all were hollering and chasing me.
Since I was to run away as fast as I could, Von joined in. He actually ran interference for me. When he thought Jean would catch me he got upset and bit her. No one caught me, the game was over. I think he bit her pretty hard, on the arm I think. So she went into the house for help. That got Von in trouble but I don't know how much. I don't think they struck him.
I don't think he ever bit another person. But he sure could scare away the traveling salesmen.
The other time I remember well was when Von died. We were playing in the corral on a hot day. Von was old, very old. And he was slow. When I came out of the corral, probably for eating a snack lunch, Von didn't follow me. He stayed out in the corral. And he died there in the hot sun out in the corral.
My fear to this day is that he could not jump over the half gate that we came in over. Then I will think that I should have watched and waited for Von to come in. That way if it was that he couldn't get over the gate I could have helped him.
Probably that wasn't the problem. Von didn't die by the gate. He died out in the middle of the corral where we were last playing. Poor dog. He may have had a heat stroke. What was the problem I won't know. I just know that I left him out there by himself.
Until school, all my friends were cousins or some of the Morrow (Cliff was a tiny kid when I left home) or Hale kids. They were friends of Mom and Dad.
My first friend outside of cousins was girl in the first grade with me. Mom held me back to wait for her so I would have someone else in my grade. I will call her "L".
That wasn't too good a deal because "L" left for parochial school in the third grade. I never did have anyone else in grade with me until high school. I liked "L" a lot, almost like maybe 'puppy love.' She died young and I think I never saw her before her death.
I did once write a poem about her. It is now on my other blog, To All the Girls I've Loved Before. Here goes, it's short--the second verse is about "L" and me:
Fading Memories of Two Special Girls
some memories fade
barely recall Sat night baths
with my little sis
(and)
some thoughts can recall
show me yours I'll show you mine
saith first grade girl friend
Copyright © 2009 Jimmiehov.
All Rights Reserved
Lois, my sister, came next after Von. I have written much about her on this blog. My world expanded in high school where I had three in that class for the first two years.
When I finished the country high school and went to high school in town my world expanded almost exponentially day by day. I don't keep up with any classmates either except when visiting Tekamah, Nebraska. There were too many, 48, in my graduating class for keeping up with. A few may read my blog? And a few of us have died but not many.
When I finished the country high school and went to high school in town my world expanded almost exponentially day by day. I don't keep up with any classmates either except when visiting Tekamah, Nebraska. There were too many, 48, in my graduating class for keeping up with. A few may read my blog? And a few of us have died but not many.
Labels: Dogs, Flashback Friday, Friends, Prison
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
I'm "out-a-here" -- Adios, Au revoir!
One word -- "out-a-here"
One word to say, I'll say it now.
Goodbye today, I'm "out-a-here."
Far away lands, they're calling me.
Don't ring your hands, I have no fear.
That word I'll say, good vibes are now.
Goodbye today, I'm "out-a-here."
Just picked my flight, Air France for me.
Toast for tonight, it rhymes with beer.
Copyright © 2009 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved
Labels: France, Humor, Jim Does, Poetry, Prison, Travel
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Going to jail again -- could these French digs be habit forming?
.I heard Jim was off to jail again. Maybe Mrs. Jim too. [That other time turned out alright (link) all things considered.]
For sure not Adi, she keeps her nose clean. Oops, I'm sorry I said that. If you could just see where her nose goes . . .
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This time its no TV, no phone. I've heard they have WiFi on the first floor so with time off for good behavior, maybe I could add to the blog? Probably could sneak that in during the wine and cheese hour in the library.
Or should I be doing the jail house lawyer thing and be working on escaping legally? Maybe I won't want to leave, I hear it is a lot nicer and homier than the Beaumont Federal Correctional Complex (a minimum federal prison complex)[Read about it].
This one for us is out in the boonies of Louisiana. Prison Dog Life Humor Louisiana
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They said no WiFi up here though I won't complain. This is on the balcony where we can sit in the cool of the evening. Mint Julips anyone?
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
A Nice Castle Anyone?
.Well, here I am at the Center Point Travel Plaza again. I was getting gas when I took this picture. Premium, our car drinks that, has gone up another nickel to $3.04. Yesterday it was $2.99.
It is $3.13 over in Cedar Rapids at the same type stations. I wonder if this new truck stop/travel plaza is trying a WalMart thing with the locals? The free wireless is nice, and the only one in town.
.
. Yesterday was a nice tour of the Cedar Rapids area of Iowa. Bro-in-law, Jim, did the driving.
Our first stop was Stone City. They had two large quarries with a lot of cut out rectangular stones laying around. All of them were a darkish brownish beige color.
Originally most of the houses were made of these stones also, but now mostly just the older homes were stone. A few trendy new ones were too.
Next stop was Anamosa. Lois wanted to show us the castle. She has always like houses with turrets at the corners, so this was what I had envisioned. This one looked pretty elegant.
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Not so. Here is a quick look. Doesn't it look grand! Upon a drive-by inspection, it seemed like a fun place to live. The stones were all from Stone City.
Some of you might know, but this really is a prison; the Anamosa State Prison. Lois didn't know how it might be for escapes, but it looked pretty solid to me. Not a place I would like to be in for keeps.
Those stones? All were hand set by prison labor back in the late 1800s and early 1900s.
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This pretty building was once the woman's residence. They have since moved to other quarters here in the compound. Looks like a stately sorority house, doesn't it?
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.Next was the state park adjoining Anamosa. It was all very pretty, sort of rustic. Like the little mouse who only saw the mouse under the queen's chair, I was seeing this pretty Wapsipinicon River bottom corn field. Texas corn doesn't get much taller than this.
Tonight will be the Jim Bunch Eats Again. Jim (bro-in-law) is grilling hamburgers and nephew and greats are coming over. I think Mrs. Nephew won't be able to make it. Perhaps I'll take a picture for us.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Where did Jim go?
.
{you can click on any picture to make it
large. Then hit the 'back button to get
back to the blog.}
.
[This is Bumpy R, and I'm trying to figure it out.
Jim gave me the key to his blog, this may be the
only post I ever do. He offered to let Susie have
it for free, to loosen up a little and write stuff.
She hasn't said yes that I know of, but the offer
is a standing one.]
.
I don't know where he could be.
.
But I do have some pretty good ideas.
.
You see, his little world ends here. This is where he launches when he goes. That is his Mustang sitting in front of the Jack-in-the-Box. I saw it there the other day. I think he was practicing a get-away.
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Jim always gets spring fever. Either he is going to be missing this spring or he's trying to do it up right, one more time. [There's a song like that, One More Time. Jim always did like those old rock songs. All of his CDs are gone too, maybe he is living out of the Mustang, just rocking along, and sleeping under bridges.]
.
He was saying he already had his income taxes done this year!! He always gets an extension!
.
Mrs. Jim was talking about him going to jail for a long time. Jim said if he ever went, he would probably be sent here.
.
Now the neighbors moved to Mexico a couple of years ago. I think he was envious. That would lead south. Down this road.
.
That south road also leads to the George H. W. Bush Intercontinental Airport. From there is East, West, North, or South, of course if he flew Delta, he would have to go east through Atlanta.
.
His new neighbors have a place in Colorado, near Telluride, I think. He did invite the Jims to come ski this spring. I hear there isn't much snow left this year, early for that bad news.
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That would be west. It goes back through Jim's little world, then on through Montgomery to the wide open Texas wild, wild, west. I know that Mustang would be flying along there, right now. I know he's had it over 150 a couple of times! It's really fast. Jim calls it a 'four-wheeled motorcycle for old men.'
.
What about to the east? That is where the prison is. There is another prison to the north? East is another way to the Bush Intercontinental Airport. [The last time I flew, to get to the airport we had to go south first, down through the Woodlands and by the quaint little town of Spring.]
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We could ask his sister, Lois. I don't think he wants to be in Iowa right now, they are still having winter. That would lead north, up this road, through Dallas and Tulsa. Brrrrrr.
.
I'm sure Karen (link) will have something to say about this.
.
Adi.
I haven't seen Adi around his house. Jim is very careful having Adi in his Mustang. He puts down blankets on the seats and towels over the door and the window sill. She sheds hairs at times and hairs don't belong in his Mustang.
Just last week, Jim took Adi to get her nails trimmed. Is she with Jim?
.
Maybe Karen knows where Adi is. She will hear from Adi if they are well. Do dogs get to go along to prison?
.
Jim even got a haircut the next day!
.
Now Mrs. Jim said she got him a new purse. That leads me to believe he might be going to a place where men carry purses. Do you think Jim has enough junk to fill his purse?
.
I do hope we hear from Jim soon. We are really worried about him.
.
I just heard, Jim is using that purse!
.
He won't be back blogging until Wednesday, April 19! So mark your calendars.
.
He said "Arrivederci" and "per favore rosa vino. Cin, cin!"
.
I thought I had it figured out then, but wouldn't you know there was more; "S'il vous plait, je voudrais une bier a emporter avec deux hot dog. Sant'e!"
.
{you can click on any picture to make it
large. Then hit the 'back button to get
back to the blog.}
.
[This is Bumpy R, and I'm trying to figure it out.
Jim gave me the key to his blog, this may be the
only post I ever do. He offered to let Susie have
it for free, to loosen up a little and write stuff.
She hasn't said yes that I know of, but the offer
is a standing one.]
.
I don't know where he could be.
.
But I do have some pretty good ideas.
.
You see, his little world ends here. This is where he launches when he goes. That is his Mustang sitting in front of the Jack-in-the-Box. I saw it there the other day. I think he was practicing a get-away.
.
Jim always gets spring fever. Either he is going to be missing this spring or he's trying to do it up right, one more time. [There's a song like that, One More Time. Jim always did like those old rock songs. All of his CDs are gone too, maybe he is living out of the Mustang, just rocking along, and sleeping under bridges.]
.
He was saying he already had his income taxes done this year!! He always gets an extension!
.
Mrs. Jim was talking about him going to jail for a long time. Jim said if he ever went, he would probably be sent here.
.
Now the neighbors moved to Mexico a couple of years ago. I think he was envious. That would lead south. Down this road.
.
That south road also leads to the George H. W. Bush Intercontinental Airport. From there is East, West, North, or South, of course if he flew Delta, he would have to go east through Atlanta.
.
His new neighbors have a place in Colorado, near Telluride, I think. He did invite the Jims to come ski this spring. I hear there isn't much snow left this year, early for that bad news.
.
That would be west. It goes back through Jim's little world, then on through Montgomery to the wide open Texas wild, wild, west. I know that Mustang would be flying along there, right now. I know he's had it over 150 a couple of times! It's really fast. Jim calls it a 'four-wheeled motorcycle for old men.'
.
What about to the east? That is where the prison is. There is another prison to the north? East is another way to the Bush Intercontinental Airport. [The last time I flew, to get to the airport we had to go south first, down through the Woodlands and by the quaint little town of Spring.]
.
We could ask his sister, Lois. I don't think he wants to be in Iowa right now, they are still having winter. That would lead north, up this road, through Dallas and Tulsa. Brrrrrr.
.
I'm sure Karen (link) will have something to say about this.
.
Adi.
I haven't seen Adi around his house. Jim is very careful having Adi in his Mustang. He puts down blankets on the seats and towels over the door and the window sill. She sheds hairs at times and hairs don't belong in his Mustang.
Just last week, Jim took Adi to get her nails trimmed. Is she with Jim?
.
Maybe Karen knows where Adi is. She will hear from Adi if they are well. Do dogs get to go along to prison?
.
Jim even got a haircut the next day!
.
Now Mrs. Jim said she got him a new purse. That leads me to believe he might be going to a place where men carry purses. Do you think Jim has enough junk to fill his purse?
.
I do hope we hear from Jim soon. We are really worried about him.
.
I just heard, Jim is using that purse!
.
He won't be back blogging until Wednesday, April 19! So mark your calendars.
.
He said "Arrivederci" and "per favore rosa vino. Cin, cin!"
.
I thought I had it figured out then, but wouldn't you know there was more; "S'il vous plait, je voudrais une bier a emporter avec deux hot dog. Sant'e!"
Labels: France, Prison, Travel
