my wrestling memories...

one of my best old time wrestling memories is of watching WCCW(World Class Championship Wresting)on television,when the Fabulous Freebirds literally fought the Von Erich boys,and family,in the 1980's... the feud was legendary in professional wrestling... you may believe that professional wrestling is fake,and it is scripted,i admit,but the WCCW feud seemed to be very real,because they beat each other rather well,and was bloody and bruising throughout the feud,including Terry "Bam Bam" Gordy slamming the steel cage door into the skull of Kerry Von Erich,during his steel cage NWA World Championship match,with then-champion Ric Flair that started the feud... the Fabulous Freebirds(Buddy Jack Roberts,Michael P.S. Hayes,Terry "Bam Bam" Gordy,and maybe a fourth member,Jimmy "Jam" Garvin)are being inducted into the WWE Hall of Fame,the day before Wrestlemania 32,this year... i am very happy with the induction of the group,this year...

blog statement...

has been a lousy two months of this new year... hopefully,it will stabilize and even out,for most of the rest of this year... i am just tired of people complaining,including myself,so i will not talk too much about the crap,period,if you know what i mean,folks...

blog statement...

day off... "Idaho Spud" time...

to my dearly departed UNC...

i have been thinking about my uncle Bob(UNC)... this month has been horrible in so many ways that i can not tell,or express myself about this month... i am listening to smooth jazz(channel 66-Watercolors)... my uncle Bob(UNC)loved smooth jazz,and would walk around the house listening to it,on a headset(Sony WALKMAN cassette player),and he would listen to it in his car going to work... he was a real character,and he would pull pranks on yours truly,like the time that he got dressed up to the nines to go to work,and then as he walked out of his bedroom,he had his pants unzipped,and have everything else showing,if you know what i mean... he would love to see my reaction,and i always made his day,in laughing... i really miss the times that we played penny ante poker,with quarters,nickels,and dimes... the very last time that we played up in Washington State,he won over twenty dollars off me,and fourteen dollars of that amount came on the last hand that we played,because we had a rule that the last hand of the night was unlimited betting... if you had a good hand,you could bet any amount,i did,and i lost my shirt,that night... he beat me with a full house,i believe... we were so much alike that it was scary... we both understood each other so well... we were both the "black sheep" of the family,because we both had been through some of the same things in our lives,and we both survived our own personal hells... in fact,he gave me his highest compliment in telling yours truly that i was a survivor,and i knew exactly what he meant by saying that... he died way too soon,basically did not take care of himself,but he lived his own life,and if you did were to ask him now,i bet that he would not change too much... my heart really still aches when i think about him,because he was a sweetheart of a person... to one "black sheep" to another,i tip my hat deeply,and mournfully to him,and i know that i will miss him until the day that i die,and then i see him in Heaven,again...

being too nice can be dangerous,really...

people may believe that i am very nice,but honestly,i can be a mean SOB,when provoked,because i learned a long time ago "on the road" that you need to really survive,and being too nice is actually very dangerous,because you can be an easy mark,and that can get you killed... i really,honestly,do not care a whit about anyone's opinion,like many people have said,"what is the difference between a "butt",and an opinion??? nothing,everyone has one"... while "on the road",i stayed away from people,traveled a great deal,but when i needed to be a "mean SOB",i became Mister Crazy... i acted like i was really crazy(actually talked to myself like someone who lost his marbles),and most people simply thought i was really crazy... i only did that a few times,when i felt like i needed to be safe,or there were times that i literally had to fight someone in the street to get someone's respect,like one time in Reno,when i flipped a real so-called "bad ass" onto a hood of a car during a fight,and then i refused to back down,as people separated us apart,or the time in Sacramento,when i literally fought a guy right in the middle of the street,and drivers had to stop their cars to stop the fight... that time,i received a severely swollen shut left eye,but i beat the snot out of the bum... i actually am smiling,when i remember that fight,because i simply refused to quit(i threw his beaten up bicycle into the middle of the street,and then i started to wail on him,with punches,and kicks)... back then,you did not mess with me,because i could be meaner than a cobra,and i did not really care if anyone liked me... i still have that attitude,because i still get crap from some people,and they think that it is funny to make fun of me... even now,some jerk started to give me that crap,recently,and i simply yelled back to him,"what the hell are you doing???"... he stopped,looked at me,and realized that i was not going to take that crap,and slinked away... back then,i got my butt beat many times,but give me a chance to fight,and i held my own more times than not,because i simply said then that it was me or them,and i refused to quit,before the other person did... before i end this,i must say that i deeply care about what my family,and dear friends think... their opinions mean a great deal to me... however,to those other people,i say,"who really cares what you think of me???" i do not give a hoot about what you think,period...

commentary...

honestly,this week has really sucked... just think that i have had a simply bad week... sleep-wise,it has been horrible... being awakened in the morning by stupid people,not once but twice,just makes me rather mad... sleep has been fleeting in the last two weeks;average time of going to bed in that span:three am,and insomnia has been terrible for me... i will try to catch the train to Snoozeville early,if i can,over this weekend... the last two weeks reminds of February,1990,when i slept very few hours over the entirety that month(48 hours the entire month),that year...

blog statement...

has been an odd day... just not a good day... "Idaho Spud" time... just need to be left alone... simply,not in a good mood... will be fine... have had a day that i basically should not have gotten out of bed...

blog statement...

day off... "Idaho Spud" time...

a story of Nana on her birthday...

this day has been very quiet,and yet,i am remembering some memories that were strange... some days i really do not want to watch television,so i just turn on my radio,and dance... a quick story about the two weeks that i spent with Nana,in 1969:i remember dancing to "Puff the Magic Dragon",by Peter,Paul,and Mary,so many times that it must have drove Nana crazy,but like the sweetheart that she was,she never said a word to me... we went rock hunting up in Cambria,stopped to get taffy,and it was a day that i will always remember,and the sound of that rock tumbler that i will simply never forget,as i played in the back yard... i remember Lawrence Welk,on Saturday,and HEE HAW,at Aunt Donna's house,later on that night... i actually met Mr. Welk,at Del Paso Country Club,in 1975,as they played the Gene Littler Pro-Am,that year... a very nice gentleman...

one of my all-time favorite wrestlers gets his due...

one of the WWE Hall of Fame inductees this year will be Charles Wright,aka. the Godfather,in WWE circles,he was known to be escorted by ladies to the ring,known as the Godfather's Ho's... his motto was "Pimpin' ain't easy"... his finisher was a bulldozer splash named "the HOOOOO TRAIN",where he would whip his opponent into the corner turnbuckle,and then choo choo into him like a train... congratulates Charles!!! give me a "Pimpin' ain't easy",folks... one of his Ho's actually won the WWE hardcore title,once...

put another candle on the cake...

today would be my paternal grandmother's (Nana's)110th birthday... folks,you thought that i would not know that... i still miss her,even though she died in 1970,to this very day... a funny story about her:she used to make coffee for my parents on the way to Bakersfield,or Sacramento,and it was so bad that they would stop at a restaurant in Paso Robles,to dump out the coffee,and get a fresh refill,and they never told her,because they did not have the heart to hurt her feelings... they would try to say "no,no,no,",but Nana would insist on giving them the coffee... she was a sweetheart...

official Daytona 500 result...

officially,Denny Hamlin won the Daytona 500,by .011 seconds,the closest finish in the history of the Daytona 500... note:i corrected the previous blogpost(time wise),and folks,you are right,i love NASCAR,and i remember the 1979 Daytona 500,where two NASCAR legends,after crashing on the final lap,they both got out of their cars(both were fighting for the lead),and literally fought each other(throwing punches and all)... what a memory... i have seen every Daytona 500 since,except one live,and that one was in 1998,and my all-time favorite driver(Dale Earnhardt,Sr)won that one... i actually walked into the house,as Earnhardt,Sr crossed the finish line... oops,i forgot that the race was that day,in 1998...

Daytona 500 result...

Denny Hamlin won the Daytona 500 by .011 second(less than two feet),over Martin Truex,Jr... what a finish!!!!

blog statement...

watching NASCAR,NHL hockey,and WWE,later on tonight... "Idaho Spud" time... will try to take a walk,before WWE,tonight...

blog statement...

day off... "Idaho Spud" time... note:Daytona 500 in the morning,and the Red Wings play the New York Rangers,in the afternoon,and WWE Fastlane(a PPV),in the evening,so i am going to be "Idaho Spud" all day,and night... if it rains tomorrow in Florida,the Daytona 500 may be shorter in distance(that really sucks),delayed(started and stops throughout the day,which sucks even more),or at night,or postponed until Monday... better check weather...

correction...

i made two trips to New Haven,in 1994,and 1998,and both were memorable in so many ways that sometimes how i got home is somewhat confusing... the walk down U.S. 1(Boston Post Road),was in 1998,and going home to Anaheim,was in 1994,when i hitchhiked to Akron,Ohio,on a six day jaunt,from White Plains,New York... after walking down U.S. 1,i got home to Sacramento,in 1998,after a very difficult and memorable trip,in which i was so very sick much of that trip,on Greyhound... i corrected the post...

every day to keep sane:a walk to remember...

i remember some places that actually have no name,but these places have various great memories for me... i have walked over this country,just being a hobo,and doing things that really seem impossible... walking in rural Arizona,Nevada,Colorado,Utah,New Mexico,Texas,Idaho,Wyoming,Kansas,Missouri,and Nebraska,along with Oregon,and Washington would fill my mind with gorgeous images... i just made a partial list of places,and it was at least fifteen places,and that was just in the Western United States... i have seen Hoover Dam,Grand Canyon(south rim,in a blizzard),Lake Mead,Lake Powell,Page,Arizona,and Zion Canyon... i have traveled to 28 states(23 of them,while "on the road")... i have seen every major ocean,in the U.S.,and i was to tell you about nearly every place that i am now remembering,i would be writing until hell freezes over(laughing)... in the Eastern United States,walking in rural Ohio,West Virginia,Virginia,Pennsylvania,New Jersey,New York,and Connecticut was also memorable,because i remember walking one night down U.S. 1(Boston Post Road),west of New Haven,in May-June,1998,stopping to watch a midnight showing of Star Wars I,then trying to find a place to sleep on cement,but it was very,very cold,so i started to walk in the dark,down U.S. 1,and as the sun was coming up,stopping at a Dunkin' Donuts,in a stretch of car lots(down the road motors,as you would say)... i stopped short of Stratford,parked myself on a park bench,and fell asleep... i got awakened by a softball team practicing,after about a hour of sleep... i then shagged flies for the team,had fun,and got home,to Sacramento,with help from an "angel",who was a member of that team... i told you that story earlier on this blog... i remember time "on the road" quite fondly,in many ways,because i traveled a great deal,and did things that seemed to be impossible,but were very memorable,and fun... 50,000 miles on my thumb,well who knows??? every day to keep sane...

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i am going to bed early tonight... it has been a very long week,because i have gotten very little sleep,over the past week,and i am very,very tired...

OOPS!!! water damage for the Vikings to worry about(laughing)...

snowfall in Minneapolis did some damage to the Minnesota Vikings' new home,scheduled to open in July... the mirrored panels on the outside of the building have to be removed to fix the damaged vapor barrier(that is what they call it),$3 or $4 million damage,and contractors will cover the cost... the building will open on time,in July... it is over 90% completed...

strange memories...

no one may understand why i have talked about my life and family lately on this blog,but honestly i really needed a total break from NFL football,because last season was such a strain on me that if i did talk about any more NFL football at that time,you would have seen yours truly run down the street in his birthday suit,with sneakers on,and with doctors chasing me with a straitjacket in tow... i am only half joking about that,folks... in the years of 1976 to 1990,i was suicidal,schizophrenic,neurotic,and honestly,was hearing voices,at various times... in a study done years ago,the odds of totally recovering from something like what i went through is about 20-1,or only 5% recover without some kind of medication,and i beat the odds,because i refused to give in to the voices,and honestly,my marathon running and training really started because one day,i said to my physical education teacher that i was going to run three miles that day,and i did five miles,then ran home from school,that day... no one could have stopped me that day,and i ran mileage almost every day,after that day,for years,and i ran a twenty miler (a fund raiser-came in fourth,in distance)only two weeks after starting running that first day... i was driven to get well,in many ways,by turning my energy into something constructive... it took years to drive the inner demons from my being,and i honestly think back on that time,and realize that i was (putting fingers close together)that close to be in a mental hospital... i only stopped running honestly because i injured my left patella severely by breaking it in two pieces,when i fell on my left knee like a tree(TIMBER!!!)... i still walked five miles on it,that Easter Sunday,to meet my father... tough guy,i was!!!! when i am on my knees,it still hurts almost to the point that i cry,and i need help up onto my feet... honestly,if i can find something to protect my left patella,i would start running,tomorrow,because i simply loved doing it,period... like i have said earlier,my life has been very,very interesting,to say the least,folks...

memories of a Daytona 500 lost...

today,fifteen years ago,what was i doing??? i was watching the Daytona 500,when on the last lap,Dale Earnhardt,Sr crashed in the third turn... it did not look too bad at first,but the signal of the netting was not down,so as the crews approached,they waved their arms in frantic motion... they had to take the top of the car off to get him out of his number 3,and knew something was really wrong,when i saw a silent ambulance drive off... he later died in the hospital of a skull fracture at the base of skull(caused by severe whiplash),but basically,he really died in his car... there are many safety improvements of a NASCAR car,and to the driver's ulmost safety,in the years following Earnhardt's untimely passing...for entire season following his death,there was a silent lap(number three),and people put up three fingers,in his memory... NASCAR has not been the same,and to tell you truth,i cried and watching NASCAR for me also has not been the same,either... one story:Earnhardt was 17th,with four laps to go in the race,at Talledega,i believe(he had major trouble with his number 3,earlier in the race),but he basically put the foot to the floor(saying,"i am not losing this race"),and to tell you truth,there was not nothing scarier than to see the black number 3 on the last lap,right behind you,if you were a driver... on the last lap,he had a full head of steam,and swept to victory(one of his greatest wins,ever)... he holds the record of total wins at Daytona with,i believe,36 wins,but until 1998,he was snakebit at the Daytona 500,when he won,of course,on the final lap... when he tried to get to Victory Lane,every crew member,of every team came out on the edge to give him respect,and to shake his hand,as he drove slowly by... what a real scene!!!!

commentary...

i normally do not talk about NFL players who are criminals,but Darren Sharper is an exception... he was accused of indecent crimes against women in four states... U.S. District Court Jane Triche Milazzo has denied his plea deal of nine years that was supposed to be served concurrently,to settle the four cases in four states,saying that it was too lenient,because "it does not reflect the seriousness of the charges"... a federal probation report recommended a prison term of fifteen to twenty years,noting that sixteen victims came forward with allegations... in a 2013 case,in New Orleans,he has not been sentenced by a judge,yet,in two of the cases... my opinion:they should "bury" him under a prison... give him the harshest sentence possible... i am ashamed of him being a Packer,at one time... he,personally,is a real scumbag...

quote of the week...

"But if thought corrupts language,language can also corrupt thought"-George Orwell,in the book 1984...

correction...

there is a slight correction in the previous blogpost... there is two s's in Ossinning,New York... i realized that when i just re-read the previous blogpost.. brain freeze,folks... i corrected the blogpost...

memories of my life...

i am one of the last 49th state citizens... i was born around 9:30 pm,on August 20th,1959... Hawaii became the 50th state of this "most perfect" union,called the United States of America,the very next day... people may find that amusing,but i honestly am very,very proud of that little fact... my life has been very interesting,to say the least,and even though i have had great ups and greater downs... i would have loved to be a EAGLE SCOUT,but honestly,i loved being a Boy Scout,and being "one of the boys" more,folks... i am proud of being a marathon runner,finishing my share of them... if it was not for a fragile left patella,i would be still running marathons... there is absolutely nothing nicer than running ten miles,in training,and realizing that you could do that again,with no trouble,so you double the mileage the next day... you then realize after taking some time off from training,and you run fifteen miles one day,then you wake up the next morning,you try to get out of bed,and you can not move a muscle,but you literally crawl on your stomach out of bed... that is no fun,folks!!!! i remember my three trips to New York City(1978,1994,and 1998),and to tell you the absolute truth,i enjoyed all three of them... exploring the Hudson Valley,New Jersey,New Haven(twice,1994,and 1998),and mid-state Connecticut was a blast,but honestly being very sick on that last trip was not too fun... meeting some unique people on those trips made those trips memorable... in 1994,i explored the lower Hudson Valley for four days,and remember walking in a beautiful area of the state of New York,and riding on a county bus past Sing Sing prison,in Ossinning,New York... what a sight that prison is,folks... traveling all over the country was a necessary evil,but i had many more fun days than i had miserable days back then... my greatest feat in those years was walking 100 miles,in consecutive months,in two different states(Colorado,and Nebraska,in August,and September,1998)... i remember walking in the Nevada,and Arizona desert at twilight... that is a real beautiful sight... remembering the state monuments while walking down the street in many states,in places that you have no one around,while walking down the state highways,or even walking down the street in Reno and Carson City... walking over the North Platte river,outside North Platte,Nebraska,and have someone in a red Toyota truck almost hit me,and then giving the finger to the driver,for that miserable stunt... even then,i was not taking any guff from anyone... what memories!!!!

"Hail Mary" mania,for the Packers...

if you go to NFL.com,there is a link to both "Hail Mary" passes thrown by Aaron Rodgers,last season... in fact,both are shown side by side in the same video clip... both "Hail Mary" passes were voted by the fans as plays of the regular season,and playoffs,respectively... i said both were the plays of the year for the Packers,on this blog... note:i still smile and pump my arm,in enjoyment... too bad the one,against the Arizona Cardinals,did not win the game,but only tied game to send game into overtime... however,they were still great plays,especially the one against the Cardinals,because he threw that "Hail Mary" falling to the ground...

blog statement...

i have to deeply apologize to you,folks... even though,i normally can handle the fact that my soulmate passed away sixteen years plus ago,for some reason,overnight,it hit me like a ton of brick,so the emotions came out... folks,i am very sorry...

five for the Packers...

it is official:Green Bay Packers will play five preseason games,when they play the Indianapolis Colts,in the Hall of Fame game... both teams have Hall of Fame inductees,this year,in Brett Favre(Packers),and Marvin Harrison,with former head coach Tony Dungy(both for the Colts)... an absolute no-brainer for the Hall of Fame... note:i normally pass on the Hall of Fame game... folks,not this year...

heartfelt comments...

i just can not go to sleep,tonight... my mind is going back to that wonderful time between two beautiful people... i will remember this night forever,because i am in tears,i am hurting quite badly,and this is one of those very few days that i still cry over the deep loss of my soulmate,because i miss her every single minute of every single day of the rest of my life... i feel that i am missing that "one heartbeat" that i really loved and that really hurts... i have to apologize for this,because i have not done this to this extent in years... i was stoic when she died,but deep down i hurt then,and i tried to put a bandage on a deep wound back then,but in times that i was alone,i did really cry,folks... folks,i really miss her more than i will ever say to anyone....

something that i had to say...

i am listening to the Billy Joel Channel on Sirius XM,and Joel does a dynamite cover of "Wichita Lineman" that almost makes me cry... i am still thinking of my soulmate... really too bad that she died six days before we were to go to the courthouse to get married... that still stings my heart so much that i could curse for the next year,and that hurts more than i could say... no one will ever know how much that still hurts,to this very day... i mean that with all my heart... DAMN!!!

commentary...

i still miss a number of people that have passed on from these earthly bonds... i simply wish that i could give them all hugs and kisses,because i still love them all,and love them all from deep in my heart... my life is simply not the same,period...

a story that i will never forget...

this story that i am going to tell you goes back almost thirty years... i met my soulmate on the sidewalk outside my first apartment,on September 2nd,or 3rd,1986... i actually saw her first a couple days earlier in the manager's office,but that is not important... she was waiting for her sons to get off the school bus on their very first day of school... when i got home from college that day,she was sitting in her wheelchair,looking forlorn and sad right at the corner where i turned to walk to my apartment... i just asked her if i could help her,and i was not expecting to get an answer,but,i guess that she wanted to talk,and we talked for a few minutes,then i walked to my apartment... funny thing is that i was thirsty,a few hours later,and so i went to the 7-ELEVEN,across the street to get a Coke,and there she was,sitting there on the payphone,talking to her attorney,with five or six grocery bags around her... what i did next was a real surprise to her:i noticed that she was sitting in the sun,so i stood there for ninety minutes or so(in 102 degree heat),giving her some shade,as she finished her phone call,and even gave some money for her kids to get a Coke,as i stood there... funny thing is that i said very little to her except when her kids wanted the Cokes... silent as a mouse,then i helped carry the food to the apartment... we talked for hours,then we just talked for day on day,and it was just odd that i did not do anything,but talk to a beautiful woman about most anything... i fell in love with her over that time... in those thirteen and half years that we loved each other,i never raised my hand in anger to her... it does not mean that we did not have troubles,we did,but i knew that i loved her deep in my heart,and that she loved me just the same... she was the most beautiful woman that i have ever met,in more ways than the obvious physical attraction that we both had for one another... honestly,i would have taken a bullet for the lady,in a heartbeat... in fact,i really did save her life a few times,by doing what i had to do,but honestly,i do not mean doing the physical things for her... in 1992,i was working at Zion National Park,at Zion Lodge,when i received a message to call her,which i did most nights,but this was different,because she called the front desk of Zion Lodge,so when i walked by that day,the clerk gave me the message,so when i called her that night,she told me that i(she) had to move in a week,or she would be dead,because one of her sons got involved with a gang(the Crips or the Bloods,somehow),and the leader threatened her with a gun,telling her that she had to move within a week,and when you are threatened with a gun,you move... the last time that i saw the door of her apartment it was twisted on one henge attached to the door frame,so i stayed up all night to protect her,and we moved to Orange County... that was the story that she gave her over that phone,that night... i hitchhiked to Orange County from St. George,Utah,over a span of six days to meet her at a Motel 6,in Santa Ana... two funny things happened that night:i really did not know where i was going,but i found a Motel 6,in Santa Ana,and waited for her that night,and less than three minutes later,she drove up to the Motel 6... we both went directly went from where we were,her from Sacramento,and me from St. George... the next morning,i actually walked into the motel pool,when she called me... i had bought the Los Angeles Times that morning and sat next to the pool,and as i turned around,i took one giant step into six feet of pool water... i still had the front page in my left hand when i knocked on the room door,and when she opened the door,i was standing there,soaking wet,with a newspaper in my left hand... she howled in laughter... i asked her what she wanted... what a scene!!! i still smile when i remember that scene...

Happy Anniversary,to "one heartbeat"... many more in store,you deserve it!!!!

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i simply put an asterisk on some forty years,on the previous post,as a running joke to both of my father and stepmother,because it just seems like it has been basically forever(OMG,laughing),since their wedding... question to Patti:how do you put up with him for all those years??? it has been amazing,period...

an anniversary to remember...

i remember a wedding some forty years ago... it was very nice,but honestly,it was very rocky at the start,because how do you blend a family with teenagers,and a young child??? honestly,there were some in the family,who were not too happy,at first... i have talked about the turning point in my mind about Patti,before,so i will not talk about that,but over the some forty years*,she has become the "rock" of the family,and my father has been the "heart" of the family... they love each other very much,and they almost can finish each both sentences,and are one heartbeat... example:when Patti was in the hospital recently,my father was in the hospital at all hours looking after her;must have read so many books that he must have gotten bored,but that is the way it has always been for this blended family... we stick together no matter what...

Packers' news...

the Green Bay Packers Foundation and the NFL Foundation donated $200,000 to Green Bay East High School,for improvements on their football field... why,you ask??? answer:from 1925 to 1956,that high school football field was City Stadium,the home of the Packers,before Lambeau Field was built,and dedicated in 1957...

quote of the week...

"Luck is the residue of design"-Brooklyn Dodgers' owner Branch Rickey...

funny memories of mine...

been watching WWE Network most of yesterday... laughing at video clips of Vince McMahon-Stone Cold Steve Austin fighting each other through what the WWE says is the Attitude Era(1995-2001)... one of the my favorite clips is when McMahon was in a hospital and Austin attacks him,while he is in a hospital bed,and nursing what looks like a broken leg,caused by the Undertaker and Kane when they "crushed" his lower left leg with the ring steps... he punched him in the head many times,hits him in the head with a bedpan,attacks with shock paddles,and an IV tube... it appears to be shoved where the sun does not shine... it goes blurry,as Austin says to McMahon,"you piece of trash"...   even WWE calls the video clip,"Bedpan McMahon"...

add another candle to the cake...

on February 14,1894,Benjamin Kubelski was born,in Illinois.... why celebrate Mr. Kubelski's birthday??? answer:he was better known,as Jack Benny... he was on radio from 1932(as an announcer)-1955,and on television from 1955-1965... he playfully played a well-known miser(him going to his safe routine was simply legendary),and a lousy violinist,even though he was a very very good violinist,and generous,almost to a fault,in real life... Happy "39th" Birthday,Jack!!!

blog statement...

day off... "Idaho Spud" time... note:i feel better,folks... just very tired...

blog statement...

day off... "Idaho Spud" time... note:relaxing today,doing very little this weekend,and am cleaning apartment throughout weekend... beginning to feel better,but am very cautious with my health... have bad allergies,so head does hurt,because of allergies... have no apparent(normal)body temperature,but again my normal body temperature is 97.4 degrees,not 98.6 degrees,so even a headache hurts... i will be just fine...

DA BEARS REALLY SUCK,TODAY!!!!

DA BEARS just made a big mistake in not re-signing running back Matt Forte... in the last three years,he has more scrimmage yards,and more receptions for a running back than anyone,in the NFL...  even though i "hated" DA BEARS,i deeply respected Forte... he always came to play,against the Packers... i wish him very good luck for the rest of his career,unless he plays for another NFC North division team,besides the Packers(laughing)... note to the Packers,if you need and want to,sign him to a contract...

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i am taking it easy for a few more days... i am saving money by doing very little,and my body simply aches... that is being kind in saying that... eating a lot of PB,and J,this month... do have a lot of food,so i will survive... i have a saying,"i do not spend money,because i do not have to spend money"... learned a long time ago that staying home saves money... will go for walks,of course... just taking it easy,today...

Packers' historical trade trivia...

i forgot to mention that Hall of Fame member Brett Favre was traded from the Atlanta Falcons to the Green Bay Packers,twenty four years ago,today... the best trade in Packers' history...

commentary...

i just turned off the boob tube,and turned on my BOSE stereo,and put in some new(for me)John Coltrane,Sonny Rollins,and,of course,Miles Davis... the music dates back to the 1950's,at least for the first three CD's that i put into the Bose stereo... sometimes,i feel mellow,and even though,the last two months have been horrible,at least,today was very quiet and nice. i watched a couple of movies,and just relaxed,and now,some great jazz music... i even turned down the volume not to upset neighbors,even though i do not care a whit,period... i am just mellow,tonight...

pain in the morning...

to tell you the absolute truth,waking up in the morning,most mornings,is like being hit with three or four 2 by 4's,because over the course of my life,i have broken bones,torn ligaments,compressed vertebrae,and also torn muscles,in every limb of my body,including a skull fracture at five weeks old,along with torn muscles in my right hip(i actually destroyed the capsule in the hip joint,which means i have a distinct popping sound,when i lift and stretch out my hip),and ribcage,while running a practice ten kilometers,in just about 30 minutes,in 1980... i also got hit by three cars(two sideswipes,and a frontal collision,in 1989-1990),and mugged and robbed fourteen times,in the 1990's... i also have torn ligaments,in area of my toes of both feet,which causes me to fall,when i step on my big toes(i actually can step on my big toes,most of the time barefoot)... so,i hurt all the time,and getting up in morning is very painful,and it actually takes me about ninety minutes to tolerate the pain,in my body...

blog statement...

i am going to take today off... i do have something to say about Super Bowl 50,and will talk about it,tomorrow... so,"Idaho Spud" time...

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i am very tired from the last few nights,and i walked over three miles,today,so i am going to bed early,tonight...

quote of the week...

"i am on record as being a sore loser... who likes to lose... show me a good loser,and i will show you a loser"- Cam Newton,yesterday,in press conference by his locker as he packed up his stuff... my opinion:what a real immature spoiled brat of a diva!!!!

memories of high school times,good and bad...

i am just thinking of a lot of things,right now... it is just odd,because i listen to music,or classic old-time radio,at night... so,tonight,i am listening to some old Elvis Presley("Heartbreak Hotel",actually,right now)...  i love all types of music,from old blues music,jazz,country,classic R&B,and rock... sometimes,i turn on Broadway musicals,classical music,and,strangely,opera... then i turn on classic old-time radio,anything from 1932's Police Headquarters,to 1950's Gunsmoke,Dragnet,and Yours Truly,Johnny Dollar... i changed the channel to 70's music,on 70's on 7... now it is "Rock and Roll",by Led Zeppelin... i even listened to a track from Jimi Hendrix changing the channel,for a bit...  i am now dancing to,"Sunshine",by Jonathan Edwards... i am in a very odd mood,tonight... strange i am,tonight(to quote Yoda,from the Star Wars series of movies)... i am thinking about my high school years,and most of that time,i was so miserable,but i tried to just survive two plus years of misery by listening to music(almost got suspended from school for taking my radio back from my english teacher who wanted to keep it until June,of my junior year),and marathon running,because you will never believe how close i came to hanging myself,in what was the closet,but was 4 by 8's and space between the studs... oddly,if she(my english teacher)had kept the radio,i would not have survived that week... no one really asked me why i took the radio back home... the reason:i was in a real severe depression,and i honestly thought about dying,but i pulled myself up by the bootstraps,even though i was in serious trouble,no doubt... it took years to do that... "American Woman" by the Guess Who,is now on,and i really remember walking down 44th street listening to the song,playing so loud that you hear it blocks away,and i was so pumped by it... now,Steve Martin,with "King Tut"... strangely,i went after high school to see the King Tut exhibition,in San Francisco,for free,saw the death mask,from inches away,too... i do not blame anybody for my misery,at that time... i blame myself,but honestly i am ecstatic that i survived that personal hell more than anything,so i now understand that time of my life... simply,what misery!!! i am just listening to high school memories,and not all of that time was miserable,but there were times that i barely survived,and other times that were more fun than i can ever say,like being a Boy Scout,at summer camp,and flipping a finger to a camp staffer who really wanted to wake up Senior Staff,and they just had climbed the Sutter Buttes up to the ranger station,all night,and had gotten in at 5:30 that morning... they would have beaten him to a bloody pulp(laughing)... damn right!!! i got a deep thank you from one Senior Staff member,who heard the altercation outside the tent,or the time,later that day,the Senior Staff(who was treated like crap the entire two weeks)went into the camp kitchen,with a crow bar,and a baseball bat,broke into the freezer,and took home the remaining fish that they had caught... i joined in on the fun,seeing the cook staff backing up from us,when shown the crow bar,and baseball bat... we were very pissed at that point... i even remember sprinting down the road being clocked at thirteen miles per hour down from Sand Pond... what a real thrill!!! i used that speed in running my first marathon(my time:5:30),when i ran the first ten miles,in 1:04(officially 1:12,because i was eight minutes late for the start of the race;Mom got lost in San Francisco),and i actually ran ten miles for practice,in 56 minutes,before the race,so i was prepared for the race... what a time and life!!!

commentary...

i have been talking a lot about my family,lately... my family is unique:a bunch of people who are individualist in nature,but in trouble,or pain,they get together like glue,and paper(not talking about the strength of that,but the tightness,and being a close knit unit)... one under attack,all come to rescue,and they are one unit... some people are very unique people in general,and others are very quiet,in nature,but one under attack,they are all like guard dogs,snapping and snarling their jaws,ready for a fight... it is odd that a blended family can be so close knit,but it is fact... some of the family,in some ways,are simply unknown,in terms of being themselves... they keep to themselves,and are private people,but they are members of a family that are stronger than diamond,when need be... i hate to admit this,but i may be the one person that you honestly do not want to mess with,because i have seen the dark side of myself,and i am not afraid to unleash that on people who believe that i am a easy mark to mess with... i may be very very nice to people,but when angered(and i do not mean just pissed off;i mean really,really upset),i am a devious person,who honestly thinks of weird ways to get even with scumbags... to family and dear friends,they honestly have no problem in seeing that(they will not see that),because they are family in the best way,and they are people who i care for,folks...  honestly,i have been that way only a very,very few times;very quiet(saying not a peep),and burning eyes,in my life... i was "on the road" for a decade,and honestly,i have had to be that way more than a few times,simply to protect myself,but that,in my thoughts,is different than the previous statement... being mugged,and robbed fourteen times,in that span of time means that you have to protect yourself... well,you get the point... i guarantee that you really do not want to mess with yours truly,because i am the meanest SOB in a real fight(i do not mean one punch and done,folks)... i mean that i will not quit,until the other person is down on the ground,bleeding,or they just quit themselves... however,i honestly have met one or two people,who are people who have told me after one punch to walk away or else,because they really are the toughest people that i ever have met in my entire life... funny thing is that,after that one punch,we usually became friends,because we both knew that we would not back down from a fight,and had a real grudging respect for each other... (like someone in a foxhole,having your back)...

in memoriam...

Ahnawake Unger:June 28,1938-February 8,2008... i love,and miss you every day,since you passed away...

simple comment...

folks,to those people who may find the last blogpost a little hard to take,i deeply apologize to them... however,i only feel that my sister has given so much grief to my family that i just can not stand any more pain for my dear family members,and that is just my feelings about my sister,a person who i simply do not respect,or want to ever see again,and that is much worse for me,in my book...

feelings that i had to say...

this is the last day(February 7th)eight years ago that i saw my dearly departed mother alive... she died in the hospital the next day,peacefully,but then the chaos started for the family,in that my sister started complaining about her care,blaming everybody,but herself... she is not welcome at family outings,and let me say that if she was to show up,there would be a lot of people who would tell her where to go,to put it bluntly... the final straw for me was actually three-fold:she left me in Cayucos after less than three days after my mother's death,and i did not see her for over six years,until she showed up at my apartment unannounced,and then sent me a real nasty e-mail,which will remain private,but is well-known in the family,and then she had the gall to again show up unannounced last year,and acted like nothing was wrong... well,i got pissed and tossed her out of my apartment,slamming the door,in the process... my sister has been a thorn in the family's side,and rather nasty about it,for over 45 years,and i do not care a whit about her... to me,(and i really hate to admit this)she is not alive to me,or that she is just another person that i really do not care for,because a relative once said that to make up for what she has done to the family,she would have to say "sorry to my mother to her face",and she noted that my mother had died,to have my sister make up for all the grief that she has given the family... i wholeheartedly agree with that sentiment 1,000%,because she has caused so much pain in this family,that i can not express how much pain or anger that i have felt over those forty five years,and honestly if i was to do so,there would so many holes in walls that i would have a cast on my hand for years,and years,instead of weeks... i do not like my sister,and i really do not respect her,either,which is much worse in my overall outlook,and in my book...

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the Carolina Panthers got their comeuppance,and i love to see Cam Newton walk off the podium silently,because he celebrated touchdowns like he was Superman,they had team selfies before the end of the games that they won,and they acted like they were unbeatable most of the season,and they basically showed up every team that they beat,this season... every one of them,and i found that disgusting,and very distasteful every week,this season... so,i can be ICE COLD,in my opinion,and if anyone disagrees with me,i do not care a whit what you may believe,because it is my opinion,period...

blog statement...

eight years ago,tomorrow,my dearly departed mother passed away,so except for the notice of that,tomorrow,and the posting of the Florida Panthers/Red Wings game result,tomorrow night,i will be listening to great jazz,and be mournfully silent out of loving respect of her... be back,Tuesday...

commentary...

like i said,i am not watching Super Bowl 50... do not want to,and i am fine with that... did watch some of the Super Bowl pre-show,until i basically had to throw remote down on the carpet after changing the channel... i am going for a walk about game time,am watching WWE Network,and other things on the boob tube(television)...

torturous road to Super Bowl 50...

the Super Bowl 50 pre-game show,on NFL Network starts at 6 am,on the west coast,tomorrow... if i was going to watch that all the way through to the end of the game,including the game,you may have to call mental health authorities and have me committed,or go look around my apartment for me,because i may just put my head in the oven(laughing)... of course,i would never do that,but i do have one question for NFL Network,and all the pundits:why ten hours of pregame show,plus the game,after ripping through preparation the entire week??? i heard most everything on the game at least twenty times a day,for two weeks,and now you drill it into skulls Super Bowl Sunday... even when the Packers were in Super Bowl XLV,i did not put myself through that torturous road of numbing preparation,that year... how many times can i see the city of San Francisco,as a backdrop,when actually the game is fifty miles down the road,in Santa Clara??? once or twice,but not hundreds of times... i love San Francisco,but enough is enough!!!!

blog statement...

day off... "Idaho Spud" time...

brutal honesty...

why is it that i have not mentioned the Packers on this blog,in,basically,two weeks,but in a mild passing??? people have said to me that they do not believe me when i have said to them that i am not watching Super Bowl 50,Sunday... the only thing about NFL football that i am only mildly interested is to find out whether Brett Favre is going to be enshrined into the Pro Football Hall of Fame,in Canton,next August,and that will be known tomorrow night... folks,i have no interest in watching Super Bowl 50,simply because i am extremely mentally tired of NFL football,and i have not mentioned the Packers,because this regular season,and playoffs were simply brutal on my nervous system,and i simply am not interested in NFL football,right now... you really have no idea,or clue,how tough it was blogging the same thing week after week,and have the Packers,this season,slog out a good,but not great,regular season... they actually made franchise history by making the playoffs for the seventh straight season(no other Packers' team,in their team history has done that)... it is just the right time for me to really decompress from a really brutal season....

my childhood in Bakersfield...

YEE HAW!!!! guess the secret redneck is out,tonight... thinking about my childhood,in Bakers' pit(Bakersfield,for you people,who do not understand)... i still remember it being very hot in the summer,and freezing near thirty two degrees,or lower,in the winter... my family grew up there,and i spent some wonderful years of my childhood there,too... listening to Willie's Roadhouse(classic old country music),on SiriusXM,right now... i still remember being bucked off my grandma's white stallion,at age five,or six,right onto my head... i was not on a horse until i turned nineteen,after that... i still smile about the summers there,running around with friends,or by myself... i remember Sundays at Dewar's,eating rainbow sherbet in the back seat of the family car,and eating a banana split,or two,there... i remember sliding down the stairs of the "treehouse" once,and to keep me from breaking my neck,i stopped my momentum by actually grabbing a piece of barbed wire,and deeply cut my left hand... i learned how to play basketball by shooting a red ball into a garbage can,or a cardboard box,in the back yard... getting sliced open by a rusty tin can lid thrown by my brother,who grabbed off a line above a dead garden,in the backyard(at least four stitches,above my left eye)... i remember nights delivering the Bakersfield Californian with my father,and then going to Winchell's for donuts,and hot chocolate... i remember Cecelia Diaz,who was my serious girlfriend in school,if you can say at age ten,you can be serious... she was a sweetheart... i loved tap-dancing in the kitchen,and going around the neighborhood in a pedal car... i remember watching semi-pro,or junior college football at Bakersfield College(the Renegades)... i remember the night Martin Luther King,Jr died looking at the newspaper,and everybody being quiet that night,and walking five miles,that next Saturday morning(getting huge blisters in the process)... i remember walking in my body cast to the bathroom,and after twelve long weeks(and some grumpiness from the folks),surprising the family by slowly walking into the kitchen one Sunday morning for breakfast(Mamish almost dropped my tray that she prepared for me,as she turned around-i had prepared all week,without telling anybody,to surprise everybody)... you may be surprised to know that i really remember all that... YEE HAW!!!!

commentary...

i deeply respect both teams in the Super Bowl... the Packers played both teams on consecutive weeks,losing to both,which honestly they kicked our butts(until a late Packers' surge,the Carolina Panthers had a 23 point lead,with thirteen minutes left in game,before winning 37-29)... the Denver Broncos demolished the Packers the week before(and the Packers went 4-6,in last ten games of the regular season,frustrating everybody)... the Panthers are 17-1,going into the game,Sunday,and the Broncos beat the then-defending Super Bowl champion New England Patriots,last week... i "hate" both teams,so i do not have a dog in this fight... i will not be watching the game Sunday,because it is so so boring to me... both teams can basically kiss my backsides... who cares who wins???

commentary...

ever have one of those days that you feel getting out of bed was the worst thing that you could have done that day??? woke up with a headache,and went to the store,but the bus schedules were messed up,because of a work crew putting a new signal light up,at the onramp of Marconi/Business 80(Capital City freeway)... what morons decided to do that stuff in the middle of the morning??? the City of Sacramento public works department... that's who... what a real mess!!!!

commentary...

i have had a very long morning... paid "Bill",every single one,this morning,including rent... picked up medication at Walgreen's,ate something that i brought home from McDonald's,and it is time to relax,and get some rest(perhaps sleep),before the NHL game,tonight(Red Wings/Lightning)... walked about two miles this morning,too... hope you enjoy the blog today... will ramp up blog... will have something to say about Super Bowl 50(the NFL has gone to regular numerals only for this year),later on in the week...

my mother...

no one will ever know what my dearly departed mother's passing did to me at that time... i was in extreme shock,could not sleep at night for months,because i would wait for that shuffle of her feet over my head(it never came),and i really hurt very deeply... i was a mama's boy,and very proud of that little fact,and still miss her every single day of my life,since she passed away... people may find this strange,but i deeply respected her for the way that she passed into the afterlife... she really did not want to be a burden on anyone,and after that last doctor's appointment that she had,she simply decided that it was her time to go,so she did what she had to do to go on to the afterlife... in my opinion,she was on her last legs of a wonderful life,and she did not want to hurt anyone,by wasting away in a condition that was near impossible to live much further... damn,i really miss her in so many ways that i can not explain how deep the hurt goes,even now... it will be eight years,next Monday,since she has been gone,and i am in tears now typing this,so i will stop... i simply give a silent hug to her now.....

a story that i will never forget...

i remember walking around San Luis Obispo about once a week with a pair of SONY WALKMAN headphones,with a cap to make sure it fit,listening to talk radio,some great county music,and i would buy jazz music from BOO BOO Records,and books from Barnes and Noble... i would buy BBQ chicken sandwiches from MO's(the best BBQ joint in SLO),and simply walk the city,then take the RTA city bus home to Cayucos... i lived down below from my dearly departed mother,exactly 1/4 mile from the waves(by GPS)... my mother was a real character,with very true character... she lived in so many places over her oh so short life... she was self-educated,but she was in no way a county hick... she worked at two sheriff's/police departments,in her life,at the radio station at USC,a television station,in Denver,a well-known shopping store chain,in New Mexico,at two colleges,including Stanford University,and so many odd jobs that i can not count... she was a city council member in Morro Bay,and if you tried to bully,and buffalo her,she would shut you down quickly,because,unlike most of the city council,she read every bill,or ordinance that came before the city council,while she was on the city council... to get elected the first time,she walked to every house,every one,folks... her home library was spectacular,and i have her collection on Winston Churchill... i used to talk to her almost every night... three stories,from that time,that i will mention:we had not talked in a few days,because we both were very busy,so i hear a knock on my apartment/duplex door,i open the door,and she is standing there rather sad,and she said to me,"i need my harassment"(our running joke),and we hugged and talked for a few minutes,that night... now for a funny story:she had to go to Lompoc for a medical appointment,and so we both went down... we stopped at real dive of a restaurant near Vandenberg AFB,and it was so bad that we kidded each other about going back there for lunch every so often from then on... UGH!!!!  for now the final story that i will mention:when we talked most nights,she would ask me what was on television,i would say,"hock,hock,and more hock",and she would laugh,or i would say to her,"i was not coming back up" for the night,and then sneak up and tell her,"I LIED!!!!",and she would give me that look,and laugh... when we went to bed,i would come up to the sliding glass door,and we would give each other the sign for "i love you",and slowly touch the glass together... she even did it the night before she died,and i will always remember that for the rest of my life... what a real character,and a true lady...

blog statement...

day off... "Idaho Spud" time... strangely,i do not feel too bad,but my body has an overall body ache,today,so i am delaying my blogwork for a few days... possibly tomorrow,or Thursday... most likely,tomorrow,but who knows... i will talk about some personal things sometime this week...

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i needed time off... taking more time off,but i will be up to speed,by Wednesday...