Well, maybe a little. I spent a long morning in the chair at the oral surgeon, and am now waiting for the next blessed wave of Vicodin to kick in.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
A DEA officer stops at a ranch in Texas, and talks with an old rancher. He tells the rancher, "I need to inspect your ranch for illegally grown drugs." The rancher says, "Okay , but don't go in that field over there," as he points out the location.
The DEA officer verbally explodes saying, " Mister, I have the authority of the Federal Government with me." Reaching into his rear pants pocket, he removes his badge and proudly displays it to the rancher. "See this badge? This badge means I am allowed to go wherever I wish.... On any land. No questions asked or answers given. Have I made myself clear? Do you understand? "
The rancher nods politely, apologizes, and goes about his chores.
A short time later, the old rancher hears loud screams and sees the DEA officer running for his life chased by the rancher's big Santa Gertrudis bull.
With every step the bull is gaining ground on the officer, and it seems likely that he'll get gored before he reaches safety. The officer is clearly terrified. The rancher throws down his tools, runs to the fence and yells at the top of his lungs.....
" Your badge. Show him your BADGE !"
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
I laughed long and loud at this one. Oh yes I did.
I really don't care if you don't eat meat. But how many times have you run across some self-righteous vegetarian liberal who proceeds to bash religious people for being self-righteous and delusional?
Celebrity rehab has been a Hollywood problem far longer than most people realize.
WWJD = Who Would Jesus Deny.
Barbie works hard to stay on top of the Doll heap.
Movie Monster in Bondage. Somehow, it seems so right for Rocket Jones
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Heaps, mon! Heaps o' heaps!
At work, I finished up my annual and perennially chaotic end-of-fiscal-year project and immediately got slammed with an even bigger and shorter-deadlined project.
Wife Liz has had a couple of surgeries lately. Pure success, but some lingering complications from the last one are being watched closely by all concerned.
Son TJ is still employed and living in the area. These days, you count your blessings.
Granddaughter Lorelei turned two. I taught her to eskimo kiss.
Daughter Robyn is a great mom and a helluva cook. She frequently uses the old Rocket Jones recipe archive.
Son-in-law Henry got his new orders (Navy guy). They'll be staying in the Virginia Beach area as he transfers to an F-18 squadron attached to the aircraft carrier George H.W. Bush.
Daughter Rachael has been promoted again at WalMart. Six months ago she started as a part-timer, now she's over all the department managers for clothing, jewelry, shoes and accessories.
There, now you're all caught up.