All In A Day

Hey Ya'll

Pig here, I know, it has been a while since I have checked in with you all but once again I have been just a little bit busy. We have had a new visitor here at the house plus we have a new addition to the family.

Let me take a moment to tell you guys all about them. The visitor we have is Ray & Stacey's new grand niece Josie. I have included a photo of her and I, she is 3 months old and is the daughter of Stacey's nephew, Doug and his girlfriend. Josie has been fun to have around, I get to play with her and she laughs at me all the time. The only time I don't enjoy her is of course the dreaded diaper time. (You know that I always make my whereabouts unknown during those times.) She is kind of cool to have around I guess, she just sits there looking around taking the world in. She doesn't walk or even crawl, backtalk, get into your things or even ask you a 100 questions of “why”. I guess all that comes later. It's kind of funny watching Ray when he has to hold her. You have to picture it, Ray has this big gut in his mid-section, so he just sits her right on top of it and uses his gut as a chair for Josie. We will have her here at the house for about another week, my guess is by then we all should have our fill of babies.

The new addition we have to the family is our 11 week old kitten we named Bailey.

Ray opened up his big fat mouth and said he thought that Blue (our male cat) might be a little lonely during the day, so he suggests that we might want to get a play mate for him. And of course, Stacey took it as a go-ahead and she did. She went right up to the pound and found Bailey, brought her home and now we have the complete family. Blue didn't take to Bailey too well at first. There was a lot of hissing and bullying with Bailey ending up hiding behind the TV for protection. Ray tried his best to get blue to understand that he was till top cat, but it just didn't seem to do any good. Just as things begin to appear the worse they ever could, life proves that all things must come into balance. On day three since Bailey arrived, Blue decided to chase and hiss at her starting from one end of the house to the other. She ran and he closely followed right on her tail. She tried every move in the book to dodge and duck him, but it was no use. She dove for cover as a last ditch effort. Just as he had her pinned under the TV trays, trapped with no where to go Blue hissed a mighty roar at Bailey. Intimating her to no end,Bailey knew this could be the end.

What happened next can only be explained by actual eye witness account. As Blue moved in for the kill, Bailey hissed back and raised one paw claws out. Blue stopped dead in his tracks. She hissed again and he actually back off. It was great. Mr. Big Billy Bad-ass just got kicked right in the nut sack. I told Blue to always remember, “It's not the size of the cat, it's the size of the fight inside the cat”. Well to make a long story short, now the two of them have become best friends.

Yeah, life is good. So good in fact that after Ray & I worked on bike today (we had some brackets to make for the new windshield) we decided to have some chili dogs for dinner tonight.

The best chili dogs are homemade with Wolf brand chili and covered in cheese wiz. Dumb-ass Ray forgot to buy hotdog buns at the store yesterday so we had to use regular bread instead. No worries, wash them dogs down with a cold beer and all is well.

That's about all I have for today. I hope you all have a good day and following week. If today's blog was too boring for you then maybe next time I will have something better for you.

Love Ya'll. Ride hard or stay home

Pig

Old Farts

Hey Everybody,

Pig here, just wanted to stop by and tickle your taste buds with another round of ribs from the pig man himself. The other day I heard Ray walk into the living room where his daughter Ericka was. I heard her standard greeting for him consisting of “Hey Old Fart”. Now I'm not one who really approves calling an elder person names whether they fit or not. I like to reserve my insults more for people closer to my age. They seem to be able to handle them (the insults) a little better. Well, my buddy Ray did handle her insult quite well, he just wrapped his arm around her head and dutch rubbed about two pounds of hair off the top of her head. (quite funny listening to her scream in pain instead of me for a change.)

After the physical insult was completed to Ericka's head, Ray headed out the door and I followed in suit. Ray started cleaning on a bike we had in the shop and I jumped in to help him. I was surprised to see Ray was in a good mood so I asked him why he wasn't ticked about Ericka insulting him like she did. He just smiled, (you know that smile he has, the one where you just know he is up to something) and continued on with his work. A short time later he gave up and started to tell me. Being called an Old Fart is not really an insult if you practice a few simple rules in your life. (“Oh great, here comes another one of his long drawn out lesson on life”)

(Look at that smart man)

Another one of Rays Life Lessons

Actually, it is not a bad thing to be called as you will see.

Old Fart are easy to spot at sporting events.

During the playing of the Star Spangled Banner'

Old Farts removed their caps and stand at attention and sing without embarrassment.

They know the words and believe in them.

Old Farts remember WWII, Pearl Harbor' Guadalcanal,Normandy and Hitler.

They remember the Atomic Age, the Korean war, the Cold War, the jet age and the moon landing.

They remember the 50 plus Peace Keeping missions from 1945 to 2005,

not to mention Vietnam.

If you bump into an Old Fart on the sidewalk he will apologize.

If you pass him on the street he will nod or tip his cap to a lady.

Old Fart trust people and are courtly to women.

Old Farts hold the door for the next person and always, when walking,

make certain the lady is on the inside for protection.

Old Farts get embarrassed if someone curses in front of women and children and don't like foul language in movies or TV.

Old Farts have moral courage and personal integrity.

They seldom brag unless it is about their children or grandchildren.

It's the Old Fart who that our country is protected, not by politicians, but by the young men and women in our military serving their country.

This country needs more Old Farts with their work ethics,

sense of responsibility, pride in their country and decent values.

We need them now more than ever.

Thank God for Old Farts.

I was taught to respect my elders. It's just getting harder to find them.

We continued on finishing up the detail on that bike, we didn't say too much to one another. I was buffing off the last coat of wax when Ray said he was going in to get a glass of iced tea, I told him to bring me a beer on his way back. Ray headed towards the kitchen when I heard this big crash, I ran in to investigate. I found Ray hopping around on one foot cursing under his breath about who left the pantry door open. Ericka came in too to check on Ray, she helped him wobble over to the couch. Ray pulled off his shoe and checked his toe. He couldn't bend it over and the look of pain on his face made me shiver. He told Ericka to rub his foot to see if it would loosen up. Holding his foot up in the air, he then told her to gently pull on his big toe because it was jammed. Well she did and that was when it happened. She pulled and he farted.

Now it was not one of your standard little toots. OH, No Sir, It was one of those Long, LOUD, Window Rattling earth shakers. You know, the type where you expect an earthquake and the house to fall on your head. “Oh GROSS Dad, thanks alot” Ericka screamed at him and ran out of the room, I think I heard her spitting and trying not to puke. All the while Ray just laughed his head off. It was great.

I guess I learned one more of life's lessons from that Old Fart Ray. The lesson is “you better be careful with an Old Fart, they are some sneaky old bastards.

Love to you all

Pig