Disclaimer

If you do not know me (I mean, really know me) then there is something you need to understand before you read this blog: I value the truth above everything else... except a good laugh. A good laugh will almost always beat the truth as far as I’m concerned. Everything you read on this blog will be true, somewhat true, or something I made up in an effort to get a laugh. Sometimes I will go on a rant that I don’t really mean (or only kind of mean). Sometimes I will mean what I write only to completely change my mind a year, month, or day later. Such is life. By reading this blog you agree not to get offended by anything I write (or, at the very least, you agree not to tell me or anyone else that you are offended). It is worth noting that my employer does not endorse my blog (or even read it, to tell you the truth). The Wife also does not endorse my blog (though she will read it from time to time). I am not paid to write this... it’s just my way of giving back to the community. I have, and will, touch on a wide range of subjects and will give my opinion on these subjects. Again, most of what I say is for laughs but every now and then I will say what I really think and feel (see my views on Westboro Baptist Cult). How will you know when I’m serious and when I’m trying to get a laugh? You’ll know. And if you don’t know, well... maybe this isn’t the best thing for you to be reading. So, sit back, read and enjoy. Leave comments if you want and don’t be afraid to publicly follow me.



Friday, June 17, 2011

Ok, this part's gonna hurt

We have a policy here at I'm just sayin... that we will share everything with you (as long as we think it might make you laugh).  It is with this policy in mind that I have decided to tell you about what I went through late yesterday afternoon.  You see, I had an appointment yesterday at 4:30pm for a... "procedure" (that's what the dr.'s office called it when they called to confirm my appointment).  I like to call it my extreme guarantee that we won't have another baby at the "hospital" (their word, not mine) that I hate so much.  Anyway, The Wife wanted me to have this done because, it seems, taking a little pill everyday is just too much for me to ask of her.  Here's an idea for some drug company out there wanting to make a little $$$... come up with a pill for men to take and then give them the choice between that and this "procedure".  Profits will soar.  But I digress...

So The Wife and I got to the doctor's office at 4:00 so she could fill out all of the paperwork that they gave to me to fill out.  I was a little worried that we were going at the end of the day.  As Sonny said to me, "Just hope you don't get the LeBron of doctors!" (i.e., someone who chokes in the 4th quarter of the big game).  That Sonny... he sure knows how to make his little brother relax before something like this.  If I was worried about a 4:30 appointment, imagine how I felt when I wasn't called back until the clock hit 6:00.  The thing that put me at ease was when the doctor told me he has 3 kids (12 year old twins and a 10 year old)... I figured there was no way he would be in a rush to get home to that.  Anyway, we talked and he joked enough to put me at ease (but not so much that I thought I had some doctor trying out for Comedy Central). 

I won't give you a blow by blow account of what happened during the "procedure" (if you really want to know, you can ask me).  I'll just say that 3 things got me through it... thinking about not having to use that "hospital" again, thinking about what I was going to put on here and most importantly, thinking about what I was going to say when I called Sonny.  The call went something like this:

Ring, ring, ring...

Sonny (in a far too happy voice): "Hey! So how did it go!"

Me: "You sonofabitch!"

Sonny: (hard laughter... and far too much of it)

Me: "I knew I was in trouble when the doctor said, 'Ok, this part's gonna hurt'".

Sonny: (more hard laughter)

That Sonny... he sure knows how to make his little brother feel better after a "procedure" like this.

The Wife was kind enough to drive me home.  She was also mean enough to hit every pothole between the doctors office and our house.  Every.  Single. Pothole.  She claims she didn't mean to do it.  Her laughter after hitting each one leads me to believe that perhaps she really did mean to.

That's all for now.  We aren't going to have our regular Medal of Honor section today.  It will return after Father's Day.

Friday, June 10, 2011

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUSTIN!!!!!!!!!!

Today we at I’m just sayin… would like to wish my favorite nephew Austin a very happy birthday!!! Austin turns 9 today and we hope he has a great day. Already in his 9 years with us he has become a great baseball player and an award winning student. He also once sang a Johnny Cash song in a church talent show. Friends, I’ve always said that the great ones make people change the rules. Well, sources tell me that songs in this talent show now have to be pre-approved. That’s what I’m talking about. I’m already trying to think of ideas to help him top this last performance (not to give all my ideas away, but my favorite so far is: Sing Hells Bells with a handbell choir playing back-up). Anyway, Happy Birthday Austin! We love you!

Speaking of Bob Gibson, I saw this great story (told by Dusty Baker) on Wikipedia:

“Hank Aaron told me ‘Don't dig in against Bob Gibson, he'll knock you down. He'd knock down his own grandmother if she dared to challenge him. Don't stare at him, don't smile at him, don't talk to him. He doesn't like it. If you happen to hit a home run, don't run too slow, don't run too fast. If you happen to want to celebrate, get in the tunnel first. And if he hits you, don't charge the mound, because he's a Gold Glove boxer.’ I'm like, ‘Damn, what about my 17-game hitting streak?’ That was the night it ended.”

Know Your Medal of Honor Recipients:

First Lieutenant Lloyd L. Burke (US Army) received his Medal of Honor for his actions on October 28, 1951 near Chong-dong, Korea. His citation reads:

1st Lt. Burke, distinguished himself by conspicuous gallantry and outstanding courage above and beyond the call of duty in action against the enemy. Intense enemy fire had pinned down leading elements of his company committed to secure commanding ground when 1st Lt. Burke left the command post to rally and urge the men to follow him toward 3 bunkers impeding the advance. Dashing to an exposed vantage point he threw several grenades at the bunkers, then, returning for an Ml rifle and adapter, he made a lone assault, wiping out the position and killing the crew. Closing on the center bunker he lobbed grenades through the opening and, with his pistol, killed 3 of its occupants attempting to surround him. Ordering his men forward he charged the third emplacement, catching several grenades in midair and hurling them back at the enemy. Inspired by his display of valor his men stormed forward, overran the hostile position, but were again pinned down by increased fire. Securing a light machine gun and 3 boxes of ammunition, 1st Lt. Burke dashed through the impact area to an open knoll, set up his gun and poured a crippling fire into the ranks of the enemy, killing approximately 75. Although wounded, he ordered more ammunition, reloading and destroying 2 mortar emplacements and a machine gun position with his accurate fire. Cradling the weapon in his arms he then led his men forward, killing some 25 more of the retreating enemy and securing the objective. 1st Lt. Burke's heroic action and daring exploits inspired his small force of 35 troops. His unflinching courage and outstanding leadership reflect the highest credit upon himself, the infantry, and the U.S. Army.

Farrier Patrick J. Burke (US Army) received his Medal of Honor for his actions during 1868 in Arizona. His citation reads:

Bravery in scouts and actions against Indians.

Private Richard Burke (US Army) received his Medal of Honor for his actions from October 1876 – January 1877 at Cedar Creek, Montana. His citation reads:

Gallantry in engagements.