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i have already paid all my major bills,this month... been on a walk,and i am tired... so i will be inside tomorrow,when it rains... YAY!!!! finally,do not owe money to anybody,and so i can save some money... i am happy... YAY!!!!

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i mentioned Packers' kicker Mason Crosby re-signing with the team,last night... now,it is time to really elaborate on that... he has been a Packer for his entire nine year career,and let me tell you something:on longer field goals than 50 yards,he is money(four of five,last year)... the one miss was against the Detroit Lions,and he missed it,only because the kick was blocked by the holder's hand,on the day that Murphy's Law reared its ugly head,and just about everything went wrong... now,i can laugh,but that day i was not laughing,i was cursing,i hate to admit that... he holds two records for the Packers;longest field goal,and has a current playoff streak of twenty field goals,in a row,which,if i am not mistaken,is also a NFL record... he was a free agent,but honestly really,really did not want to leave Green Bay... Congratulations,Mason,general manager Ted Thompson,and President Mark Murphy,for getting the four year contract done... if there was a number two jersey on sale,i definitely would buy it...

memories of my childhood,and of a visit years later...

i am thinking about my childhood... being a child in Salinas,and mostly in Bakersfield,was a very nice time for me... most of my memories happen to be of the house on Holtby(250 Holtby),and of my elementary school... really the last time i saw the house was a number of years ago,it was painted black,or a deep,deep shade of gray,and the backyard was all torn up;looked like someone had set house(at least the backyard)on fire,because the grass was not there,and the ground was blackened,in the backyard... i walked away very sad... it is strange that sometimes the memories are better than reality,but thinking back i was a kid,you know... i remember a very sad birthday(i was eight),when i forgot to invite anyone to my birthday,and cried all day,but i,honestly,did not blame anyone,but myself,for that mistake... however,i will never forget what my brother did that day,when i tried to climb into the "treehouse",to join his friends,that day... he pushed me off the tilted ladder at the top of it,and i smashed my head into the ground... what a very sad memory of that day...

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normally,i would do something,but i awakened with back and hip pain(not serious,folks)... my foot is slightly numb,with nerve pain down the leg,but folks,i wake up normally with overall body pain,so,i may feel better later today... i will take a walk,but it will be a day of "Idaho Spud" time,overall... note:for a person who has been hit by three cars(one seriously),mugged and robbed fourteen times,in his life,with various fights,too,i am very lucky to be walking on two feet,period...

Packers' news...

Packers re-sign kicker Mason Crosby to a four year,$16.1 million dollar contract... a very good contract...

simple respect to an icon...

Sunday,i forgot to mention something that happened in NASCAR... for the people who do not know(my father and family),Dale Earnhardt,Sr. won seven NASCAR championships(most;tied with "the King" Richard Petty)and 76 races(seventh in NASCAR history),in his shortened career... well,to lay out what happened,Sunday:i had to tell you that,folks... well,six time NASCAR champion Jimmie Johnson won his 76th career race,and on the cool down lap,and in front of a raucous crowd,he simply put three fingers out of the driver's window... if you are a NASCAR nerd,like i am,you know what those three fingers meant to every NASCAR fan:a simple tribute to an icon(Earnhardt)...

memories of me and my father...

this is to say something to my dear father... i have talked about my family,everybody but my father,and now it is time for my feelings for my father... he is eighty one,going on eighty two,but he does not look like or act his age... good genetics for me,i guess... yesterday,he did a very small thing for yours truly,and it was something that he has done before for me,but yesterday,i just thought it was something that he really did not have to do,with everything that he had to do,yesterday... i remember playing one on one basketball,on our home made dirt court,and then playing golf at the local golf course,in El Dorado Hills(that place now is a bunch of houses,and condos;too bad),but back now more than twenty five years ago,we were playing golf on the third green(i five putted from fifteen feet;never could figure out that stupid green),and he razzed me something fierce going to the fourth tee,and so i took out my driver,said nothing to him,teed it up,then hit the tee shot about 280 yards down the center of that fairway,and then turned around,and said simply to him,"best man wins",and shook his hand... he stood there,stunned,and his jaw dropped open... i will never forget that look that he gave me... remember that old Master Card commercial:gas,$ 5,fees for a round of golf,$18,golf balls,$10,for three balls,tee shot 280 yards,and stunned look on face,priceless... that is the commercial that i will always remember every time i think about that round that cloudless day... to tell you the absolute truth,i actually played my last round of golf with my father with a fractured/severely bent left clavicle... i could not drive the golf ball too far,but my short game was excellent that day,so i suffered through nine holes that day... i was very excited to play a round of golf with my father to tell him anything,that morning,so i played golf... that is one thing that i did,when it basically was impossible to even lift my arm,but i did it that day... he does small things that seem monotonous to other people,but for him,they are normal,and to him,i feel he does them to remain sane,and i deeply respect that(like walking the dog,meeting me for Starbucks,taking care of my stepmother,when she is ill(not complaining about it at all),or taking a kid(me)to Winchell's Donuts,after delivering newspapers on cold nights in Bakersfield,so long ago... that memory to me is priceless,and my father,you are simply loved,period...