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Saturday, July 26, 2003

Ouch!

It would seem that the Great BBQ war has another casualty. A Single Southern Guy just couldn’t hang. Ok, maybe it wasn’t BBQ that killed him. After reading the obligatory “last” post, it turns out he got outed. It seems that revealing your Blog to the “outside” world has claimed another victim. Free Speech has it’s consequences, or should Adam stand up with Susan Sarandon, Tim Robbins, and the Dixie Chicks, and claim that the Bush Administration is tring to silence him? Hey Adam, welcome to Fucked Weblog. Just Damn!


posted by Dax Montana 3:08:06 PM

Racing

It’s a race weekend in Alabama. Last weekend, the racing was in Pittsburgh. No, I’m not talking about Nascar. It’s Vintage Motor sports. The only requirement…Bring Money and lots of it. I used to attend the races at Road Atlanta nearly every weekend. I don’t participate anymore. I guess some childhood hobbies don’t translate in adulthood. Of course, I don’t meet the requirements either. Anyway, here’s a picture of the family racecar.




Here is the “for sale” link. (scroll down for # 31) However, my folks bought it and race it. Just Damn!


posted by Dax Montana 1:30:06 PM

Little Brothers

I’m going to eat breakfast with my little brother in a few hours. He and his new girlfriend are in town to attend a wedding. They live somewhere in the Dallas Texas area. My mother is going to pick me up. Normally, I would have blown off this visit, but I need to run interference. See, my mom is going just to check out the new girlfriend. I think I need to keep mom in check so that she doesn’t scare the poor girl off. Of course, I get to tell all those embarrassing stories about my little brother. You know, just to keep him in check. I won’t let his bullshit get to out of hand. Not that I won’t back him up, I’ll just keep him honest.

Maybe I’ll tell the story about the time the older boys on the school bus beat his ass everyday. He had such a smart assed attitude. He deserved some of the shit he got, but I always backed him up because he’s family and you don’t fuck with family. He was pretty scrappy as a little kid, but there were times I had to bail his scrawny butt out. Five on one just isn’t fair. Besides, I’m the only one allowed to kick his ass.

Then there was the time he had managed to slip himself through the balcony railing. The dumb sombitch was hanging two stories off the ground by his neck. I got to him just as he was starting to turn blue and making gurgling noises. I grabbed him by the waistband of his jeans with one hand while the other hand broke the railing post. Of course, we couldn’t tell the folks what had happened…exactly. We had to explain the damage, just not the details. It’s events like those that bond brothers.

Although I lived to bust his chops, we’re grown men now. Instead of giving him shit in front of his girl, I’ll talk him up and give him my best. After all, he is my little brother. Just Damn!


posted by Dax Montana 3:57:35 AM

Tongue Tied

Sometimes I have to bite my tongue. I don’t censor myself often, however, when I’m dealing with employees, biting my tongue becomes part of my job. This young server has been out sick all week. She came in to work, doctor’s note in hand, and proceeded to tell me her story of woe. She has some sort of cyst or growth on her back. Sometimes it swells and it becomes painful for her to walk much less work. She shelled out the big bucks and went to see her doctor. He x-rayed, poked, prodded, blood, and whatever the hell else doctors do when they don’t know what the fuck is going on. Which is more often than not, from my experience.

Anyway, being a young single parent, working, as a server doesn’t allow for a lot of money, much less, medical insurance. Her doctor recommended a specialist, which she can’t afford. So her next option, a trip to the county health center. After she went through all the governmental bullshit, they told her there was nothing they could or would do for her. That was not the answer she wanted to hear. As she relates the tale to me, She got all angry and screamed at the health worker something about cancer and letting people die. The government employee basically said that she was sorry, but sometimes that’s what happens.

Now then, I just sit quietly and listen. I nodded at the appropriate times and just let her vent her frustration. That, my friend, is biting my tongue. She’s a nice young woman who seems reasonably smart; yet, she put herself in this predicament.

I wanted to scream at her. “Look, you dumb bitch! You were the one who went out and got yourself knocked up. You decided to have unprotected premarital sex. You decided to drop out of high school. You decided to work a shit job for little money. You put your self in this situation and now you want me, as a taxpayer, to pay for your health care along with all the other crap I have to pay for? Go fuck your self!”

Instead, I just sat and listened while I tasted the blood from my tongue. Just Damn!


posted by Dax Montana 3:32:10 AM

Dax Montana National Bank

Back in the Seventy’s, after my mother went through a divorce, she started dating. This was strange, but I accepted it because what else did I know? Granted my life wasn’t like Leave it to Beaver. But it kinda sorta resembled a Brady Bunch arrangement. Anyway, this guy, Jeff, came into our lives. He wasn’t a bad guy. He wasn’t a good guy either. He was just Jeff. As a young boy, I took two things away from that experience.

I give Jeff props. He loved the woods. He taught me how to camp and backpack. Not like that’s hard, but the woodsmanship is what I learned. How to maximize space and weight, how to look for fresh water, how to enjoy the woods were but a few things learned. I went to beautiful places. Cumberland Island is probably one of the most beautiful places on Earth. I wouldn’t have known that were it not for Jeff.

The other concept I took away from that experience was saving. I save everything. However, that’s not exactly what I mean. Jeff had a savings account deal. Man, let me tell you, it was a hell of a deal. I’d kill for a bank that would institute this plan. First, he encouraged me to save my money. I could “loan” it to him, with interest. Each week, I would “deposit” a part of my allowance. For every whole dollar on deposit, I would get one-cent interest a week. That’s Huge! So if I had ten dollars on deposit, after a week I would have ten dollars and ten cents. He kept the account and transactions on a little 3x5 card. At the time, I didn’t realize how good the deal was. I remember when I finally reached one hundred dollars on deposit. I think he cringed adding that dollar interest each week. Oh well, being a kid, I always needed cash for some frivolous crap.

I don’t know what got me thinking about that savings plan today. However, I think I will do the same thing with my children. Maybe thirty years down the road they will come to appreciate saving money. Then again, I might teach them too well, and become my own failed Savings and Loan. Just Damn!


posted by Dax Montana 3:01:31 AM

Drink of the Day

Keeping with the Vodka, Kahlua, theme. Next time you are out try hooking up with a Dirty Girl Scout. She’ll be the one with Dirty Knees. Mix 1 shot Vodka, 1 shot Kahlua and 1 shot of Bailey's and pour over ice. Pour 1 shot of White Crème de menthe down the center of the glass. Looks gross, but tastes delicious! It’s a thin mint in a Glass! Just Damn!


posted by Dax Montana 3:00:37 PM

Linkage

Between my hosting dilemma, and work, I haven’t been motivated to post much. Not to worry, I’ll just direct you to a few Blogs of note.

Planet Zack is one of the first Blogs I discovered. Being a Georgia Blogger, I check out his site regularly. He finds the coolest stuff.

Maybe it’s a “P” thing, but Primal Purge is always a good read.

Rebel Yell is a hoot! It’s a southern thing. I don’t like to cut my grass either.

Robert Goodwin is always posting some weird news analysis. I just can’t figure it out half the time. Maybe you’ll have better luck than I.

The Peoria Pundit is working to become Blogger free. I feel his pain.

And Mr. Libertarian at Random Acts of Kindness, (don’t let the title fool you) his bustin’ up both sides of the political aisle.

Actually there’s plenty o’ gold in the old Blogroll. Check them all out! Just Damn!


posted by Dax Montana 2:52:27 PM

Confusion

I’m so confused. I need a new web host, and there seems to be so many all priced about the same. Is one better than any other? Then there’s the Pmachine, Movable Type debate. Which to choose? Just Damn!


posted by Dax Montana 3:47:03 PM

The Drink of the Day

After that last post and the trip down memory lane, I decided that the Mind Eraser is an appropriate drink of the day. It’s been one of my favorites for years. The first time I got erased was during the aforementioned time period. Sometimes forgetting is good. Anyway, fill a tall rocks glass with ice, add 1 shot of Kahlua, 1 shot of Vodka, and then top with Sprite. Careful now, don’t mix it up. The drink should be layered. Insert a straw and suck it up. Bam. Give me one more! The link recipe is for wimps. This drink is at it’s best when doubled. It is customary to share this drink or race to the bottom with two straws. I say make two drinks. Just Damn! What was I writing about?

posted by Dax Montana 4:19:31 AM

Music and Memories

Music brings on a rush of memories. While trying to figure out if I even wanted to post, I had a mystery CD in the ole CD-rom. It turned out to be Simon and Garfunkel’s greatest hits. This album has got to be about thirty years old. It’s still great! I remember all the songs from radio play back in the seventies but as an album I have two distinct memories.

The first time I got really into this album, I was a senior in High School. My buddy David had an old shed in his back yard. Several years earlier his dad had wired electricity to the shed. This was an actual stick built structure, not a prefabricated aluminum shed so common today. Well, Dave had cleaned out all the old junk, lawnmowers, tools, and general crap. He put an old couch and a few tables and his stereo in the new clubhouse. Black light posters hung on the walls. He had some of the classic posters too. Remember the old free to be you and me poster? Or the old green Ecology flag? The Clubhouse was the place to hangout and get High.

One day while stoned, I really got into the fantastic harmonies of Simon and Garfunkel. Paul Simon’s guitar work soaked into my soul that afternoon. One afternoon, I walked in on Carl and Stacy having sex on the couch. No big deal really except that I had walked in on Dave and Stacy just two days earlier. You would think I would have learned to knock. Anyway, The Greatest Hits album was playing each time. As I recall, Dave and Carl shared Stacy’s affections for quite awhile. It wasn’t until Stacy was caught with Mountain Man that she stopped hanging out with us.

The more predominate memory invoked by this wonderful album isn’t of those youthful High School days. The times I most associate with this album would be the “lost year.” Actually, a lot of music helped me make it through my “dark” period. I’ll have to write about that time in my life some other time because the CD is over now. Just Damn!


posted by Dax Montana 4:00:19 AM

Drink of the Day

Sunday is Golf day around here. Folks come into the restaurant from the course. They always want to watch whatever tournament is on TV. One guy sat down and ordered an Arnold Palmer. The server didn’t know what it was so they asked the bartender. The bartender didn’t know so they asked me. We checked the Rolodex. We called the other bar. No one knew what an Arnold Palmer was. Finally, I told the server to ask the customer what was in an Arnold Palmer and tell them the bartender would make it the best he could. So today’s mystery drink of the day is the Arnold Palmer. Arnold Palmer is synonymous with golf and golf goes great with Sundays. In a tall glass, fill with lots of Ice, and then pour Sweet Tea into the glass until it’s half full. Top off with Lemonade, then enjoy. That’s all there is to it and it goes great the morning after a big night. I know you know what I mean.


posted by Dax Montana 2:00:02 PM