Word Play "PORK BARREL POLITICS" by Bill Lee

How ya'all doing out there, wherever ye are roaming in this silly mixed up world of ours. My name is Bill Lee Hill, my good buddy Glen, or should I say, old crazy Professor of Dumassology, here in farm country. He runs a Sanitarium, here in the Heartland, Glen View. It was once a big, I'm talking BIG house. Legend has it, a foreigner named Sigman Fraud built this stately mansion. He fathered a dozen children or more, no one seems to know for sure. Seems the ever growing legend has him fathering many children around corn country, he fertilized (petered) many eggs all around the county like corn. (ha! ha!) People that come into contact with Sigman said all he wanted to talk about was sex, sex. sex.

A friend and former farm boy, Glen R. VIEW went off to college and got him a Doctorate in Psychology. He ain't worth diddly squat as a real Doc. though. He tells everyone I'm a Doctor of Psychiatric Disorders. Hells fire I don't even know what the hell he is talking about, we need regular Doctoring and Veternarian Doctoring anything else is useless around farm country.

Anyway to get to the pork of this article. Doc. View says to me "Bill Lee you are famous state wide and know more about pork than any man alive. I want you to write an article for me which I will post on my blog. I want you to write about pork barrel".

I, wishing to not appear ignorant in front of the Doctor said, "you mean pork bellies".
The Doctor said with authority, "No sir, PORK BARREL as in Politics".

Seems to me the Doctor may have been taking some of his wonder medicine so I say "okay". I aim to talk to Lilly Claire my wife. She is a real Doctor and in much demand around here, she is a Veternarian. That night at the dinner table I ask Lilly Claire to explain to me about pork barrel, as in politics. Real quickly I see I have got myself into a real nutso sit-e-ation. I should of been smarter than to get hoodwinked into this by Doctor Nutso, as he is called in these parts. So my Lilly Claire is helping me to understand or rather attempt too!!!

PORK BARREL is government appropriations for political patronage. She ask "you do understand that don't you"? I answer "HUH"! (My mind is flashing ALERT! and when I feel like that or try to figure something out I run to me pigs and talk to them.) I think I'm in deep pigshit. I know government and we have two political parties, but I'm blanking out on, appropriations and patronage.

Lilly says "you mean to tell me in you whole lifetime here in farmland you have never heard of appropriation! Have you heard of the word appropriate?

I answer, "yes, you sometimes tell me I'm not dressed appropriate when we are going somewhere, so I guess that means dressed right or correctly and I believe patrons may mean people that are having dinner when we are eating at that fancy restaurant that you absolutely love, that don't serve any pork, right"!

Lilly Claire says, "there is a brain in there, it's just smelled too much methane released from your pigs.

Appropriationns means money set aside for a specific use. Patronage means, the power to grant political favors. My head begins to throb and I am thinking to myself, lordy what have I gotten myself into!!! My Lilly knows me well enough to know, the run to me pigs look. She laughs at me and gives me a big ol'-smoocheroni. She takes the kiss one step farther and leads me to the bedroom saying, "I know how to calm that brain of yours down".

After my brain is on minimal life support she explains all the back door, dirty dealings of Politicians. I was totally flabbergasted, and she laughs saying, "you silly pig farmer, there is a whole lot more to this world than raising little piglets, but that's why I find you so irresistible, you're a real down home country boy and love animals and life as much as I do".

I had much thinking to do over the next several days. I did not like the sound of that pork barrel politics one bit. It gives my business and my hogs a bad rap. My porkers are good and serve a necessity to life. What good are them politicians! Them Politicians are growing fatter every day off we the people's money. If they are doing each other favors and don't care if the people know it, then what in tarnation is going on in secret. They are placing black gooey stinky stuff on us and rolling us to the road. We are being covered over with pig-shit. Damn I'm madder than a 500 pound sow protecting her piglets. Are all the people as in "WE THE PEOPLE ARE AS IGNORANT AS ME", I THINK IT'S HI-OH TIME WE ALL WAKE UP AND SMELL THE PIG-SHIT THAT IS TAKING OVER OUR COUNTRY. I RECKON THE PEOPLE HAVE BEEN AS IGNORANT ABOUT THE GOINGS ON IN WASHINGTON AS I HAVE BEEN.WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL THE HISTORY HOGWASH WE HAVE BEEN TAUGHT IN OUR SCHOOLS OUR CHURCHES ALL OUR LIVES. HERE WE HAVE TRUSTED THE GOVERNMENT TO TAKE CARE OF US!!! THAT BE OUR FIRST MISTAKE AND ONE HELL OF A BIG ONE!!!! WE HAVE BEEN PLAYED LIKE THE GREASED PIG CONTEST, THEM POLITICIANS ARE SAYING "THEM DAMN IGNORANT POORLY EDUCATED SOB'S AIN'T SMART ENOUGH TO KNOW WE ARE ROBBING THEM BLIND. THEY THINK THEIR VOTE COUNTS FOR SOMETHING. IT IS MEANINGLESS BOTH PARTIES ARE BEING LOBBIED AND GIVEN MONEY FROM THE SAME RICH ASS PEOPLE AND ORGANIZATIONS WITH ONLY ONE THING IN MIND. TO RULE THE WORLD AND """CONTROL""" THE MASSES AND THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT THEY HAVE DONE!!!! DON'T TRY TO REASON OUT THE WAY """DEMOCRACY""" IS A-WORKING. SINCE TAXES WAS INRODUCED WAY, WAY BACK, THE KINGS, THE QUEENS ONLY WANT "WE THE PEOPLE TO PAY TAXES, USE THAT SAME MONEY TO BUILD THEIR KINGDOMS, WAGE THEIR WARS WITH OUR "CHILDREN". Now THEY, along with THE MONEY CHANGERS (now where have we heard that word before!!!) are taking over the whole fricking planet. Don't kid yourselves more money is spent on military around the world than has ever been. Why??? to bomb OUR asses to smithereens "BABY"........

           Those so called POLITICIANS -???????????? in Washigton are playing WE THE AMERICAN PEOPLE, like a fine STRADAVARIUS in finest SYNPHONY ever wrote!!!!!!
I HUMBLY APOLIGIZE MY TIE HAS BEEN RATER SHORT RECENTLY AND THIS POST GOES AGAINSY MY MISSION STATEMENT HOWEVER; THE POLITICAL CRAPPOLA COMING FROM OUT OF WASSHH-ING-TON HAS FLAT PISSED OLD BILL LEE HILL PLUM OFF. RICH PEOPLE PLAYING WITH MINE AND YOUR MONEY. EVEN THE MENTIONING OF SOCIAL SECURITY AND WILL IT BE THERE FOR THE FUTURE JUST SENDS ME INTO A HISSY FIT. THAT DAMN MONEY IS MY DAMN MONEY THAT I HAVE PAID IN FOR SINCE I WAS SIXTEEN FUCKING YEARS OLD AND YOU TOO EVEN MENTION TAKING AWAY SOMETHING THAT MY 81 YEAR OLD MOTHER SURVIVES ON WELL , I TRY REALLY REALLY HARD TO BE A GOOD PERSON BUT YOU MY PORKSUCKING RICH ASS BACK STABBING SOB'S HAVE GOT MY DANDER UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  
If you like my little tirade about you know who's please tell me! I might let let Bill Lee get plum pissed off again!!

Let's Try Meditation "AGAIN"

Time once again is limited for my fav past-time. I would like to try this here MEDITATION stuf once more so here goes Ohm, ohmm, ohmmm, ohmmmm. I can hear mt heartbeating loudly, I gots to slow it down. Deep breathing, deep breathing.. deeper breathing... deepest breathing yet.... Damn Nich O las, (my yorkie), did you cut a fart? Ohm, ohmm, ohmmm....^__^__^__ SNORING...........................

Gosh darn it!, it happened again I be too damn tired to stay in me meditation state, I pass it right on by and go to nap-town.

I have spent a lot of time with my Mother recently one on one, trying to get her to tell me about her childhood, her thoughts. I desperately wish to get inside her head to view what makes her tick and what has made her so strong in her life!

I ask my Mom, "I really wish to write about you and especially what you have been through recently, I need to know your thoughts. please tell me"?

Mom answers, "I'm not thinking about anything".

I laugh and say, "you mean to tell me as we we're sitting outside with the wonderful warm breeze blowing through our hair, watching traffic go by, you ain't thinking one darn thing"!

Momma says, "NO", emphasizing that point, shaking her head.

I smile and say, "you wouldn't lie to your favorite Sonny Boy, would ya! I explain to her how my mind is all over the place filled with all conceivable thoughts and my brain does not rest even while I sleep because I'm dreaming and you my Momma don't think nothing!!!

Once again she says "NOPE"!!!

I smile and say "I love you Mom but you shouldn't lie to me, it ain't humanly possble to not think at all!

Momma says, "I ain't lying"!

I chuckle out loud with a belly laugh that gets her laughing with me and tell her, "well if that don't beat all. All these years I thought I was the only crazy one in this family, now I find out you're crazier than I am"!  

 TO CONTINUE AS I SEARCH FOR BRAIN ACTIVITY IN MY MOMMA'S HEAD...

LOTTERY

Time has been short recently, I have about an hour or so, SO I'm going to do what I have the most FUUN with. Meditate for about five minutes, clear me mind and type whatever silly, good or bad pops in. Sorry about yesterday's post, but it were plum silly ass fun! Here goes meditation..... ohm, ohm, ohm, ohm,ohm____________________^_____^______(snoring).

So much for meditation I fell asleep and lost some of my typing time. I hear Sue say "Hallelujah". Is that encouragement or sarcasm? Seems I have nothing on my mind, that can't be. I hate to go there but the Norway tragedy, sure seems like the Police was awfully slow!

I only read the headlines, BUT they sure don't seem to accomplish much in Washington do they! My thoughts is we should kick all Politicians out and withdraw their lifetime benefits package. The hell with elections, look where elections have got us. Let's have us a LOTTERY. CITIZENS OF ALL SKILLS AND TRADES THAT WANT TO SERVE THEIR COUNTRY WRITE INTO THE CAPITAL OF CORN COUNTRY. (NO LAWYERS ALLOWED) YOU WILL RECEIVE THE SAME PAY AND BENEFITS YOU CURRENTLY RECEIVE + ALL THE SWEET CORN YOU AND YOUR FAMILY CAN EAT. THESE WINNERS CONGREGATE AT BARBECUES, WEDDINGS, ALL KINDS OF FAMILY CELEBRATIONS, REAL PEOPLE DOING REAL THINGS DISCUSSING THE REAL PROBLEMS THAT FACE REAL WHOLESOME CITIZENS THAT HAVE BUILT THIS COUNTRY FROM THEIR BACKS AND BRAINS OF GOOD HARD WORKING REAL PEOPLE FROM AROUND THE PLANET SEEKING WHAT FREEDOM ONCE WAS.

WE REAL PEOPLE ARE SICK OF WARS CREATED SIMPLY FOR SOME FILTHY RICH SOB'S TO PLAY CHESS WITH THE LIVES OF REAL PEOPLE ALL OVER THE PLANET. PROGRESS MY ASS, WE HAVE GONE BACKWARDS. THE REASON THE "UNITED STATES OF A-M-E-R-I-C-A" WAS FORMED, FOR F-R-E-E-D-O-M. EVERY DAY WE LOSE A BIT OF THAT ONCE CHERISHED WORD. WHY SHOULD WE BABY BOOMERS HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT BENEFITS WE HAVE PAID OUR WHOLE LIVES FOR, AND WITH LIVES WE LOST TO GET WHAT WE DAMN WELL DESERVE. WE'RE NOT ASKING FOR HANDOUTS BABY, WE HAVE PAID AND PAID AND PAID OUR WHOLE????ING LIVES. WE HAVE MADE ONE MISTAKE, WE GREW UP LOYAL TO WHAT WE BELIEVED WAS A CAUSE BIGGER THAN ALL, IT WAS BUILT ON LIES, IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN SMOKE AND MIRRORS, HASN'T IT!!!   

Fun with Words "Politician"

The timing seems right to have fun with Politicians. Very appropriate as they fight over spending OUR MONEY! The word Politician sends shivers down my body.

I absolutely love to pick a word and put my spin on the meaning as only a humble, a mite crazy, getting old and the offspring of backwoodsy parents, right here in corn country, of the good old heartland of America.

So here goes word playing from a country boy you most probably won't get nowhere anyplace else except here on Glen View.

Sometimes I prefer to go a few words ahead of my intended target, or in this case possibly hog roasting. (a small funny I slipped in on you)

PO-lice, a civil "force" (don't like that word, I'll tell you right off the bat) for maintaining ORDER. "Please stay with me now, and don't go texting or anything else as I might get on a roll". Immediatly I spot a very, very KEY word! Do you see it? PO, or POO, or POOP!!! PO-litician, PO-rk, manure, gas, POOP! Everything with PO-liticians boils down to the very basic, basics of life. PO-lice are to maintain ORDER. We all know them PO-liticians or as I'm gonna call them POOP-liticians are always "out of order", just like a CRAPPER that never flushes, away U-KNOW! The POOP-liticians flush away our hard earned money like it's toilet paper. (that's funny) The Federal Reserve prints more money as easy as Charmin does. Remember the basis of Politicians "poop".

 So leaders that are full, have a PO-licy, which means g-o-v-e-r-n-i-n-g  p-r-i-n-c-i-p-l-e. (yeah right!)

Principle means general "TRUTH"; (my ass) law; precept... (please hang tough with me because we're getting in DEEP now!)

Precept means "established principles". Wait one dag gone minute, key word LAW. Most PO-liticians are Lawyers, right!!! Huum! I have been struck by lightning. Lawyers are taught how to bend, abuse, work around them established principles. It could just be me!

PO-lite, means showing regard; cultured. PO-lite my ass, oops! I made a mistake, they're Kissey Assey to the media, especially when them cameras are present and when they get behind closed doors and do the pork barreling two step...

Culture means behavior and technology of any people; acquired ability of appreciating excellence, "HUH"!!!

PO-lite means fartful, oopsey, artful sorry!

Artful (they are full) means sly, skillful, Hum!!! Kinda self-explanatory, ain't it!!!

(Interesting side note. I mean below note) Arthritis is below artful in the Dick-o nary.

Arthritis is imflammation of the joints. Well don't that just beat all! The most inflamed joint is near my hip pocket, where I carry me billifold. No wonder I always have a pain in my ass. All those taxes I pay causes permanent inflammation in me wallet!

PO-litical means of the government and we all know, U-kow about "THE GOVERNMENT"...

PO-litician one skilled in PO-litics, and we have had a fartful of that ain't we !!!

So these Politicians have got us into a 14 trillion dollar deficit. Every day in the newspaper it shows them looking so dapper in their expensive suits with their colorful ties as they are so full of themselves haggling over more ways to ruin the average Joe's that are losing everything. They are what's wrong not the fix. They are so artful in words, blame, backdoor negotiations. Only one word comes to my mind it atarts with P and ends with P.

Hello

BIG HELLO my friends in Blogosphere, how yo DOING? I hope the world is treating you satisfactory. Once upon a time I would of asked "is the world treating you good"? Times they are a-changing, ain't they? Not a lot of time for my new and absolutely fav hobby, but I ainna complaining. They is a-lotta stuff in them there hills, I call me brain, that may be bad for you all! HA, HA! I have all these thoughts and man-oh-man they seem pretty darn good when they are up top in the ol-noodle. Getting out of my mind passed the damn keyboard and that dang c-o-m-p-u-t-e-r in words that my computer English Major Mrs. Hewletta Iaa Packardo wants is another story. I always felt uneasy in English class. I thought I communicated right good until the farther up in school I went. I was as smart as anybody in elementary school. Then, I found out what learn-in is all about. I done real good in math, history, shop class. (them shop classes are e-a-s-y) I comma fromma backwoodsy country folks. They didn't know proper English from proper Canadian U-KNOW! My Daddy's ancestrial linneage is Hill-billy, ya-who! My Daddy's favorite show on T. V.  was The Dukes Of Hazzard, so you-a can a-see-a where I'm-ma comin from. (READING THIS HERE POSTEE MIGHT SET YOU'RE BRAIN BACK A FEW POINTS BUT WHAT THE HELL, YOU AIN'T POLITICIANS YOU CAN AFFORD THE LOSS OF A FEW SYNAPSES). Me Mommie is from the Heartland where corn is now seven feet tall and it is soo hot!!! How hot is-sa it? It has been so hot you can pick freshly cooked sweet corn right off the stalk!!! HA, HA, HA! U-know, i'MMA fEeLiNg So DaNg LoOnEy I tHiNk i'Ll Go PlUm AsS nUtS oN yA'lL.

Ya ain't a tru ass hillbilly unless you have pigs and chickens running loose in yer yard. Hillbillies measur thur valu bi scrap metal and old cars settin in the front yard. Yes-sir that ther scrap metal is moonee in the bank! My Grandpa on my Daddy's side had a few acurs in the hollers. What ur a holler? A holler is the opposet of a hill and, and, (drum roll pleeaassee) you can holler all you want, cuss, Ma & Pa can fight over who gets the outhouse first every mornun... Ther ain't a neighbor clos enuf to heer or giv a rat's ass! My Granny and Grandpappy had no runnin water, no electric, when I wassa youngin. They never wont fer nothin. They raisd animuls fer meat, gruw and cannd ther own vittls. I remember them homemade biscuits and food as the best I ever ate. Bacon, taters fried in lard, basic wholesome stick to your ribs food. They-a needed REAL grub because they worked from sun up to sundown. Gasoline was 15 cents a gallon and my Grandpappy wurked in town about 15 miles away. He brung home a large block of ice every evenun fur the??? REAL ICE BOX... Yep I kid ya not.

Entertainment was the little country Church. Back then they held services at the little Pentacostal Church several nights a week and twice on Sunday. I went with them sometimes when I was a youngin and let me just say they got to dancing and shouting and they worshipped!      WHOOPSY TIME IS RUNNING SHORT, IF YOU LIKE HEARING ABOUT MY HILLBILLY ORIGINS AS MUCH AS I ENJOY WRITING ABOUT THEM PLEASE LET ME KNOW, OKEY DOKEY!!!  Your friend here at Glen View...   

MOTHERS "MY THOUGHTS"

I declare Mother's Day 364 days of the year, that's official from old Professor GlenView and covers my humble Blog, starting "right now". It's my Blog, and I can "DO IT". Yes-sir-ree! Only Christmas shall remain the same. Why? I heard Sue ask that question, do you want my explaination, ready or not it's coming your way. Do you even have to ask! MOTHERS are simply (supercalifragilisticespyalidocious) wow! what a word, I just took a guess at how to spell it, it sure as hell ain't in the average dictionary. WHOW! that there word ain't in my computer dictionary. It said, no idea, ha, ha, ha I stumped the computer. It was in the movie Sound of Music. So I don't blow up my computer let's just say, Mothers are superb and totally A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. We take for granted and they are the biggest miracle of the universe!

Can't completely leave out the Fathers can I! Let's "briefly" talk about their role. They are the key that starts then clyinders turning, they are the starter on your Honda Accord. Instrumental but small in the overall scheme of life proding. Okay, okay, okay I best give the Dad's one day for Father's Day, lest they get a little annoyed. You see we men are like the fuse that sets the beautiful fireworks off on the Fourth of July, needed but short lived!!!

I equate my fascination to giving birth greater than any simple and totally beautiful understanding explained to me by my Grandfather when I was about 8 or 9. I remember helping him plant seed corn and watching in total amazement as the seeds grew. In about 90 days I helped snap off sweet corn and proudly carried it home. I asked Grandpa to explain to me what makes this happen! He said "Mother Earth takes moisture and nutrients from the fertile ground and in about 10 days the tiny seedlings shoot upward, then the sunlight in harmony with the productive nutrients from Mother Earth's rich soil takes over and the corn grows to maturity". Simple right but totally mesmerizing amazing!

Granted babies sure as hell ain't no ear of corn! I won't dabble in the specifics of how babies are created . I wish to place my attention on the marvels of  Motherhood. UH, UH, UH, ain't it something!!! It's soo overlooked by Men! We can't begin to say we understand, how can we??? We have N-O-T-H-I-N-G to compare with such a feat!!! Such a monumental achievement, a life growing inside. That to me my friends is the most spectacular wonderful, wonder of the universe. Forget about the manmade wonders, that ain't diddly squat compared to incubation. Mothers give life's nutrients from every cell of their magnificent beautiful rounded bodies. It's glorious!

Those who have made life should be the Queens, Politicians, Diplomats, the Leaders of the world. Those ones who have made lives would look at wars differently. I have heard of ancient civilizations that revered women like Goddess, as they should be. We men are only the tiniest little egg cracking fertilizer of the seed, to fertilize the amazing bodies of life giving wonders.

Only evil man-ipulative ones could jealously take away from the rightful true miracles!      

Aussie Blue (Punky) & Me

          We are out riding around on this early morning, 3 A M. It be a hot muggy July night, just the way we like them. We, as in me and my furry friend, Aussie Blue aka Punky or Puppy. Punky's as happy as a young pup while riding around in her favorite toy, a Pick Up Truck. She holds her head high and mighty as we ride the country roads, the wind blowing in her face. There is absolutely no place she would rather be. Oh! I almost forgot, we rode over to Taco Bell first, to get us each a burrito, we couldn't enjoy the ride quite as much unless-un our belly's are satisfied u-know! I have her spoiled, this will most likely be her last Summer, as old age and cancer is upon her. She still loves our late night walks and rides. Just two old farts out doing what we love to do best. Eating, riding around when no traffic is out, the wind blowing thru our hair, playing like we're the mighty hunters, like our ancestors. I ask Punky "are we having fun?", she answers as always with a big "WOOF! WOOF!" I tell her, "I love you Punky", I swear she understands, because she looks at me differently and answers with a slightly different bark. I know people that are not animal lovers will laugh and say I'm crazy, but I say to you, "if you have never had the undeniable love of an animal you CAN'T understand". I have owned many a animal or pets in my life. Let me just say "there is a huge difference in having a pet and having the undeniable love of a pet, and I'm sorry if you have not experienced this". Somehow Punky knows instinctively the times I'm going to take her for a ride and not! At this stage in my life unquestionably she is my best compadre. She is part Australian Cattle Dog and Australian Shepherd, flashy black and white with a mask covering her left eye. She is a looker, she is!

          Only on Sundays can we truly enjoy the out of the way country roads, at a couple old dogs pace. There is no hustle and bustle of traffic out to break our fuuun. We ride slowly and see all the beautiful creatures of the night. A red fox runs quickly across our headlights, in a hurry to grab a meal and return to the den, possibly a mother looking for nourishment for her young. Down the road a piece, a young Buck grazes on the short sweet grass that has been recently mowed. Short little horns, Punky says "hello Bucky Boy". Down the road a piece we spot Momma Raccoon showing off her cute little Bambinos. There area we see the Raccoons is a very interesting and unique spot. We are riding around in the next county where rolling hills and hollers make numerous small rocky creeks that almost dry up in the summer time. Luckily pockets of water remain for the critters. I absolutely LOVE this particular spot, it reminds me of the type of backroads that once were numerous in my childhood days before the roads became asphalt, and the low lying hollers like this one was replaced with quaint wooden bridges. You see, they simply put cement on the rocky bottom creek bed and you actually drove into the creek itself. Most of the time there was very little water in the creeks. These type of creeks only become dangerous after springtime flooding, what the old timers call gulley washers. As a child I found these non-bridge roadways irresistible and I still love them, but very few remain like this today in the area where I live.

          This was before the Interstate Highway came through in 1961. The county roads and State Highways had gone mostly unchanged since their inception. Times they were a-changing after that dad burn Interstate. It brought out the good and the bad, but that is another story, so back to me and Punky having fuun!

         The early morning dew was breathtaking, in an eery way, man oh man!, it don't get no better than this! For the price of fuel and a burrito we are in late night heaven. I make a stop at the all night mega store and go see my mother, of course my sidekick goes with me. My Mom loves Punky and it brightens here day. My Mother is recovering from surgery and a light stroke and is getting stronger everyday.
         
          BEHOLD THE LITTLE THINGS IN OUR FAST PACED LIFE ARE MOST OFTEN OVERLOOKED, BECAUSE WE CAN'T SEE AND APPRECIATE THEM, WE'RE "ALWAYS" IN A HURRY AND GETTING NOWHERE, EXCEPT AN EARLY EXIT TO THE SIDE DOOR OF LIFE. IT TOOK A HOSPITAL VISIT EARLIER THIS YEAR TO RE-EVALUATE MY LIFE. IT WAS AN EYE OPENING EXPERIENCE, OR RATHER I SHOULD SAY, LIFE ALTERING. ANOTHER FAMILY HEALTH CRISIS HAS DONE ME GOOD, FURTHER ADDING TO LIFE'S LESSONS. I LOVE MY MOTHER, MY WIFE, MY FAMILY MORE THAN EVER, SO WHEN ME AND AUSSIE BLUE ARE OUT RIDING THE TRAILS, I APPRECIATE THE LITTLE MOMENTS "MORE" THAN EVER!!!!!!!!  Goodnight from Punky and Me!!!