This Is My Day Starter Upper

Oh Yaaaa!

Smelling Good

Following Others Shamelessly!

OK. Here's the deal. Family members are getting rich writing about clothes and accessories made from leather and cotton, or about the thousands of ways to buy mineral oil, soap, and perfume with whizbang names like Shazamm 48-hour body lotion or POOF! hair slicker-downer and fake shine oil.

Therefore, since we're overdue to be trendy, (plus my recurring need for cash) it's Father Time's responsibility to start reviewing clothing for men and stuff we can buy in a bottle and use in place of good old fashioned soap. After all we want to look good wherever we are, be it the grocery store, liquor store, or funeral parlor.

Right after my nap! Then I'll invite Brett Farve to join us for a review of jeans featuring a specially designed crotch. Hopefully he can clear up the mystery surrounding the need for such an accoutrement as touted in his latest ad.

Getting Back To HTML

Activating The Ancient Brain

It's been ages since I used HTML codes so I decided to see how many I could remember. Hang in there with me - this will not be interesting or factual. Just me messing with stuff to make sure I'm up to speed before attempting to blog my upcoming vacation. The game plan is to have some photos and commentary about our amazing adventures on this blog. (Hopefully not too amazing.)

Hopefully this will be in italics. If not, well..........

And this should be underlined!

And, this should flash. S...! It won't flash. Research time. There! It's fixed.

How about a link for fun. Oregon Transplant Well, that didn't work! Damn. Back to the HTML cheat sheet.

And let's end this incredibly boring post with a pic. How about this?

Oh ya! Good start. Now we need to learn how to do captions!

So there it is. Time for another cup of coffee!

So the score is Blogger 2 - Father Time 2. Not bad but much work to do. So much time and so little to do!

False Promises Again

Well, it's been awhile since I posted anything so I said to myself, "Self, it's been awhile since I posted anything so let's get back in the water and kick butt! (How bad is that metaphor?) Then I leaned back in my recliner, closed the top of my laptop, and took a nap. So, now that you know I'm motivated to be creative, let's see what's cooking around the place. First off, must mention our pending trip to Kentucky to see our daughter and son-in-law. Originally planned to fly into one of my wife's favorite cities, Boston, for a few days and then spend 10 days with J and J (secret code for you amateur sleuths). Well, looking at the calendar, we realized that three or four days in Boston in March is kinda nuts since we'd probably be snowed in our hotel room for the duration ordering room service! So, it's off to Kentucky and eating home cooked meals with the possible exception of a quick breakfast at Bob Evans. And, since Mrs Time says she doesn't like Bob Evans (I think she was suffering from acute nocturnal grain-induced systemic trauma or ANGST) the only time she was there, it will be a guys-only affair where we can talk basketball, football, mechanical stuff, and Beyonce. That should be enough to get me in trouble for the next 48 hours so I'll sign off and try to do this again sometime. No promises, just the usual good intentions and minimal commitment. Chio!

R.I.P Benjamin Bird

Today was a sad day at Father Time's Place. Here's the story as reprinted (with permission) from Father Time's World Gazette....formerly known as Father Times Times which did not receive good reviews from fellow journalists because it's title seemed a tad redundant. What do they know anyways? But I digress.

Local Bird Dies In Horrific Crash A handsome local aviator, Benjamen J Bird, age 2 or so, died today when he crashed into the picture window of a local residence and suffered a broken neck. A resident of the home heard the loud crash and rushed outside to his aid. Mr. Bird was placed on a clean towel and stroked with a warm hand but to no avail. Paramedics Chuck Daelenbach and Howard Rhoades arrived at the scene within minutes but pronounced him D.I.A. and nonviable. Since the paramedics disagreed, a neutral third party examined the beautiful specimen and said it had expired. Since no clear consensus could be determined, all parties went home in a huff. Benjamen's family was notified by placing a small red stop sign with a notification of a 24-hour fast in his honor placed on the window as well as the residence's bird feeder. Funeral arrangements are being provided by Father Time's Mortuary and Chili Stand.

It's Springtime and I'm feeling energized and ready to start posting again. This on-again, off-again routine has to cease! So let's see what happens now. There are a ton of new projects going on in my life so its time to start putting them in writing (or photos as the case may be.)

Where to start? Back yard remodel once again - it never stops. Then some backpacking stuff with pictures of some really neat areas, like Jefferson Park. Or fly fishing, or building a model of Grandma's House for Jan's Christmas diorama. We'll see....we'll see.

Yard Work - Part Two: Armegedon

And The Trees Come Tumbling Down

Here's where we started - a nicely landscaped back yard with big silver maples. Granted, they are still wearing their winter coat of barren branches, but when summer arrives, the leaves provide us with much needed shade, especially since this is the West facing side of our home. We knew it was going to be a sad couple of days as these majestic trees joined their friends in tree heaven.

For two days, chain saws sawed, branch grinders ground, while a crazy man in a hydraulic bucket rained heavy chunks of wood down on my neatly manicured lawn leaving mini bomb craters all over.

Bonneville Aftermath
After a crew of 9 "Natural Resource Specialists" (aka unemployed loggers) had finished, a total of seven trees were downed so they would not endanger the precious power lines that pass approximately 300 feet over our property.

Battle Fatigue
Things are quiet now. Sawdust covers my house and workshop. My dog LB looks at me with the battle weary eyes of a tired combat veteran. My other dog Joey is employing a little known stress reduction technique - nibbling his front paws for hours. I'm drinking fermented grape juice and suppressing anarchistic thoughts.

All is well.