Is this some kind of truck secret code or is this guy just a fan of Clearance Carter?
Via the Fairfield County Fair Parking Field; Lancaster, OH (my hometown)
Cummin Stroke This?
Is this some kind of truck secret code or is this guy just a fan of Clearance Carter?
Via the Fairfield County Fair Parking Field; Lancaster, OH (my hometown)
I am not the Biggest Loser
A few months ago, I started a diet. It was right before the holidays and I debated for a day or two about the merits of waiting to start the diet after turkey and potatoes and Captain Morgans and pie and pie and pie. And from somewhere in the black abyss of my soul a small speck of light flittered forth and wedged itself into my brain folds. It spoke to me and said, "Right now is the hardest time to start. If you start now, you are bound to succeed." Because this was a good idea, my brain immediately smothered it. But it was too late... I started my diet in late November. I was 228 pounds.
After two weeks, I dropped about seven pounds. My boss Erik couldn't help but notice and I would often catch his eyes lingering on my increasingly svelte form. It was at this time that Erik and I began our own personal Biggest Loser competition. With a $4.78 scale and a gentleman's bet, we began the competition with a finish date of tax day, April 15th, 2008.
Stephanie made us a poster to keep track of our weight.
These are the actual before photos.
After a broken scale and Erik having to learn basic math skills to calculate percentage of weight lost, the competition is over...
Erik wins with a total weight loss of 25 pounds or a 12.76% loss.
I came in second with a total weight loss of 17.2 pounds or a 7.78% loss. Even when you add in the weight I loss before this competition began, he still won!
I didn't have a chance.
Congratulations Erik!
After two weeks, I dropped about seven pounds. My boss Erik couldn't help but notice and I would often catch his eyes lingering on my increasingly svelte form. It was at this time that Erik and I began our own personal Biggest Loser competition. With a $4.78 scale and a gentleman's bet, we began the competition with a finish date of tax day, April 15th, 2008.
Stephanie made us a poster to keep track of our weight.
These are the actual before photos.
After a broken scale and Erik having to learn basic math skills to calculate percentage of weight lost, the competition is over...
Erik wins with a total weight loss of 25 pounds or a 12.76% loss.
I came in second with a total weight loss of 17.2 pounds or a 7.78% loss. Even when you add in the weight I loss before this competition began, he still won!
I didn't have a chance.
Congratulations Erik!
Thelma Robinette
Thelma Robinette passed away Wednesday, April 9, 2008.
She was a loving wife, mother, grandmother and great-grandmother who will be deeply missed by her family and friends.
Thelma owned and operated the Baskin-Robbins Ice Cream Store in Lancaster for 30 years.
She is survived by her six children, Michael Robinette, Peggy (James) DeJarnatt, Nan (Ralph) VanGundy, Paul Robinette, Jill (Kelly) Adams and Jon (Lauren) Robinette; 14 grandchildren; and four great-grandchildren.
In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by her husband, Darwin Robinette; and a brother, Earl W. Bliss.
According to Thelma's personal request, services and visitation will not be observed.
Interment will take place at Bethel Cemetery, Phillipsburg, at the convenience of the family.
If they wish, friends may make memorial donations in Thelma's name to FairHoPe Hospice and Palliative Care, 1111 E. Main St., Lancaster, OH 43130.
Bope-Thomas Funeral Home in Somerset is in charge of arrangements.
{Author's note: I worked at Mrs. Robinette's Baskin-Robbins in Lancaster back in the late 80's. Thelma (or "T" as she liked to for us to call her) was a wonderful person and always pretty happy (except when we packed two pounds of ice cream into the one pint containers.) I'd like to think that somewhere in the deep unknown, Thelma and Darwin are together, with "T" chatting away and "D" standing close by, lovingly rolling his eyes.}
She was a loving wife, mother, grandmother and great-grandmother who will be deeply missed by her family and friends.
Thelma owned and operated the Baskin-Robbins Ice Cream Store in Lancaster for 30 years.
She is survived by her six children, Michael Robinette, Peggy (James) DeJarnatt, Nan (Ralph) VanGundy, Paul Robinette, Jill (Kelly) Adams and Jon (Lauren) Robinette; 14 grandchildren; and four great-grandchildren.
In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by her husband, Darwin Robinette; and a brother, Earl W. Bliss.
According to Thelma's personal request, services and visitation will not be observed.
Interment will take place at Bethel Cemetery, Phillipsburg, at the convenience of the family.
If they wish, friends may make memorial donations in Thelma's name to FairHoPe Hospice and Palliative Care, 1111 E. Main St., Lancaster, OH 43130.
Bope-Thomas Funeral Home in Somerset is in charge of arrangements.
{Author's note: I worked at Mrs. Robinette's Baskin-Robbins in Lancaster back in the late 80's. Thelma (or "T" as she liked to for us to call her) was a wonderful person and always pretty happy (except when we packed two pounds of ice cream into the one pint containers.) I'd like to think that somewhere in the deep unknown, Thelma and Darwin are together, with "T" chatting away and "D" standing close by, lovingly rolling his eyes.}
Have you seen me?
A few days ago, I got an e-mail from my friend Steve. I have not spoken with Steve in a few years and at first I doubted it was him… until I got to the part about KFC:
The Letter:
“Have you been leading a double life, with separate families in Ohio and Delaware? Please come clean and tell the story. While checking out the latest coupons the Colonel had to offer, I came across an interesting photo at the bottom of the page. Before I called the hotline number and turned you in to the Feds, I thought I would give you a chance to respond.
Signed,
A concerned citizen"
Here is the aforementioned photo:
I went ahead a found a photo of myself to compare with the dastard.
Side by side:
Nope. Not me. His glasses do not have a pencil taped to the top of them.
Good try Steve! I hope the chicken was good.
The Letter:
“Have you been leading a double life, with separate families in Ohio and Delaware? Please come clean and tell the story. While checking out the latest coupons the Colonel had to offer, I came across an interesting photo at the bottom of the page. Before I called the hotline number and turned you in to the Feds, I thought I would give you a chance to respond.
Signed,
A concerned citizen"
Here is the aforementioned photo:
I went ahead a found a photo of myself to compare with the dastard.
Side by side:
Nope. Not me. His glasses do not have a pencil taped to the top of them.
Good try Steve! I hope the chicken was good.
The History of the Submachine Gun
It is common knowledge that the submachine gun was developed for use in submarines, but many people do not know the complete and interesting history of this famous, undersea weapon.
During the early years of submarine warfare, crewmen were expected to fight in sub to sub combat using clubs, punji sticks and other melee weapons.
Towards the end of World War I, the Germans, or Krauts, began experimenting with machine guns during battle. During a raid on the British Submarine HMS Fantastic, seventy-two crew members of the German submarine Luftankrietkamenhoffen died while attempting to get the large, cumbersome gun into the narrow hatch of the British submarine.
The captain of the German sub retreated and died of food poisoning soon after. The second in command had been killed in the original battle and so was the third in command and forth if you really need to know. The fifth in command was brought up on trial for poisoning the captain and thus the sixth in command was made the captain. It would be under the courageous Captain Knaus’ supervision that the submachine gun was developed.
Knaus believed that a smaller, high caliber gun could be used in the tight quarters of the submarine. His first tests showed that the walls of the sub were too thin and that bullets pieced the hull. “Fat Fingers” Fredrik Gummas was able to plug all eleven of the holes and save the sub. Knaus took his sub back to port and had the hulls thickened with eight inch steel plate. While the sub sat on the bottom of the port waiting to be lifted back to the surface, Knaus tested his machine gun and the ricocheting bullets killed twelve of his crew. The war ended soon after and the armistice banned all submarine, machine gun development.
On March 8th, 1941 Captain Knaus was brought back on by a secret team of scientist and ruffians to develop undersea weapons. It was then that the smaller, compact weapon was developed with smaller caliber bullets. Tests showed that the bullets would pierce the hull, but the holes would be plugged by the bullets. Knaus’ crowning achievement was the creation of “Das Attacken Bullet” or “The Red Lion”; a clip of bullets made of papier-mâché that would be used during offensive battles. The bullets would pierce the enemy submarine’s hull and plug the hole, but over time would disintegrate, hopefully after the boarding party left the sub.
Captain Knaus retired from the German Navy in 1949 and was given the highest military honors.
Knaus died at the age of 44 of a rare, allergic reaction to eating papier-mâché paste.
Today’s submachine gun has changed very little. The only difference might be the foam handle that is decorative, but also causes the gun to float when dropped during rough seas. There is also sometimes a keychain ring attached to the stock.
Thanks to German ingenuity and the rancid canned corn chowder served by the deceased fifth in command, the world is a much happier, if not holier, place.
During the early years of submarine warfare, crewmen were expected to fight in sub to sub combat using clubs, punji sticks and other melee weapons.
Towards the end of World War I, the Germans, or Krauts, began experimenting with machine guns during battle. During a raid on the British Submarine HMS Fantastic, seventy-two crew members of the German submarine Luftankrietkamenhoffen died while attempting to get the large, cumbersome gun into the narrow hatch of the British submarine.
The captain of the German sub retreated and died of food poisoning soon after. The second in command had been killed in the original battle and so was the third in command and forth if you really need to know. The fifth in command was brought up on trial for poisoning the captain and thus the sixth in command was made the captain. It would be under the courageous Captain Knaus’ supervision that the submachine gun was developed.
Knaus believed that a smaller, high caliber gun could be used in the tight quarters of the submarine. His first tests showed that the walls of the sub were too thin and that bullets pieced the hull. “Fat Fingers” Fredrik Gummas was able to plug all eleven of the holes and save the sub. Knaus took his sub back to port and had the hulls thickened with eight inch steel plate. While the sub sat on the bottom of the port waiting to be lifted back to the surface, Knaus tested his machine gun and the ricocheting bullets killed twelve of his crew. The war ended soon after and the armistice banned all submarine, machine gun development.
On March 8th, 1941 Captain Knaus was brought back on by a secret team of scientist and ruffians to develop undersea weapons. It was then that the smaller, compact weapon was developed with smaller caliber bullets. Tests showed that the bullets would pierce the hull, but the holes would be plugged by the bullets. Knaus’ crowning achievement was the creation of “Das Attacken Bullet” or “The Red Lion”; a clip of bullets made of papier-mâché that would be used during offensive battles. The bullets would pierce the enemy submarine’s hull and plug the hole, but over time would disintegrate, hopefully after the boarding party left the sub.
Captain Knaus retired from the German Navy in 1949 and was given the highest military honors.
Knaus died at the age of 44 of a rare, allergic reaction to eating papier-mâché paste.
Today’s submachine gun has changed very little. The only difference might be the foam handle that is decorative, but also causes the gun to float when dropped during rough seas. There is also sometimes a keychain ring attached to the stock.
Thanks to German ingenuity and the rancid canned corn chowder served by the deceased fifth in command, the world is a much happier, if not holier, place.
Shorty Can Dance!
I don't know who to credit this photo to, but I do know that that guy looks like Shorty and Kim should be proud.
I'm
I'm stupid.
I'm an idiot.
I'm not trustworthy.
I'm not smart.
I'm shortsighted.
I'm not a good friend.
I'm completley out of line.
And
I'm sorry.
I'm an idiot.
I'm not trustworthy.
I'm not smart.
I'm shortsighted.
I'm not a good friend.
I'm completley out of line.
And
I'm sorry.
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)