It was time for the annual Pumpkin Carving Contest at Cub Scout Pack 331’s October Pack Meeting. The boys worked hard on developing some creative entries with their eight ball pumpkin and their racetrack through the mouth pumpkin.
The competition was pretty stiff this year. Not a rotten pumpkin in site!
Unfortunately for Luke and Avery, no dice on bringing home any prizes this year. They weren’t terribly upset, though, because a lot of the boys wanted to play with their racetrack pumpkin. These are the winners. I really liked the caramel apple pumpkin and secretly thought the pumpkin eating the baby was the best. Even if it was a little demented!
Miss Sheri said we couldn’t do anything on Saturday because she just HAD to rake all the leaves in the backyard. I asked her if she wanted any help and she insisted I just stay out of the backyard and work on my website. I asked if she was sure and then she mumbled something about how she can get the job done faster if I don’t help. Not sure what she meant by that.
Lucky for Miss Sheri, she has a couple of really strong boys who are a lot of help raking leaves!
On second thought, they aren’t much help. They end up adding more to the work load as well. I guess they take after their dad.
One thing Miss Sheri loves when she’s working hard in the backyard and I’m working hard on my site is when I suddenly sneak up on her to take some pictures of her while she’s working. It seems to make her really happy, although she wasn’t laughing here and suddenly turned the leaf blower on me. I told her I kind of liked what she was implying, but she just told me to go back inside. Now.
After she spends the day working in the yard and removing leaves, Miss Sheri likes to relax by climbing on the roof and hanging Christmas tree lights. I guess I’m lucky I married a Farm Girl. If we had to rely on my skills as a Handy Man, it would be a Dark Christmas at the Shortarmguy house!
Sunny likes to spend his afternoons getting into fights with the fence in the back yard. I’m never sure who wins, but I think he holds his own.
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P.S. I know it’s low compared to your numbers, but I passed over 100,000 downloads on a video I made that was loaded up onto YouTube. Just search “partial birth abortion.” No blood, just truth. We live in a small county. In 2006 we had 4200 babies delivered, and 2600 abortions during that same year. It is sad when we diagnose a baby with a congenital anomaly on ultrasound. But it breaks my heart when those same parents then seek out a pregnancy termination from another physician. More than once I have directed my parents/patients to your site as an example of how “Heart, Humor and Chutzpah” (my terms) can overcome almost any obstacle. You are touching the lives of many people, both born and unborn. Thanks for all you do!
Here’s Dr Bill’s Video:
A Hundred Million Reasons
Kitty is in Love
Dancing with the Candidates
Best Costume Yet!
I want to party with this guy!
Great Christmas Idea!
Happy Halloween, 2008!
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Quote of the Week
“In the business world, everyone is paid in two coins: cash and experience. Take the experience first; the cash will come later.”
– Harold S. Geneen, MCI Communications founder
Jokes of the Week
A handful of 7 year old children were asked ‘What they thought of beer’. Some interesting responses, but the last one is especially touching.
‘I think beer must be good. My dad says the more beer he drinks the prettier my mom gets.’
Tim, 7 years old
‘Beer makes my dad sleepy and we get to watch what we want on television when he is asleep, so beer is nice.’
Mellanie, 7 years old
‘My Mom and Dad both like beer. My Mom gets funny when she drinks it and takes her top off at parties, but Dad doesn’t think this is very funny.’
Grady, 7 years old
‘My Mom and Dad talk funny when they drink beer and the more they drink the more they give kisses to each other, which is a good thing.’
Toby, 7 years old
‘My Dad gets funny on beer. He is funny. He also wets his pants sometimes, so he shouldn’t have too much.
Sarah, 7 years old
‘My Dad loves beer. The more he drinks, the better he dances. One time he danced right into the pool.’
Lilly, 7 years old
‘I don’t like beer very much. Every time Dad drinks it, he burns the sausages on the barbecue and they taste disgusting.’
Ethan, 7 years old
‘I give Dad’s beer to the dog and he goes to sleep.’
Shirley, 7 years old
‘My Mom drinks beer and she says silly things and picks on my father. Whenever she drinks beer she yells at Dad and tells him to go bury his bone down the street again, but that doesn’t make any sense.’
Jack, 7 years old
October 26, 2008
If Microsoft were to offer something similar to Apple’s field trip program, “People would accuse Microsoft of trying to brainwash kids. But when Apple does it, they’re seen as giving a generous gift to children,” according to Todd Swank, vice president of marketing at Nor-Tech, a Burnsville, Minn.-based system builder.
“The Apple stores certainly offer an experience that Microsoft has had a tough time replicating,” added Swank.
Would You Let Your Kid Go On A Microsoft Field Trip?, Channel Web, 10/24/08
Short Arms — Apparently someone else has short arms.
Ron Howard goes a long way to ask for your vote.
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October 26, 2008
Nothing like a real-world explanation of taxes.
Bar Stool Economics
Suppose that every day, ten men go out for beer and the bill for all ten comes to $100.
If they paid their bill the way we pay our taxes, it would go something like this:
The first four men (the poorest) would pay nothing.
The fifth would pay $1.
The sixth would pay $3.
The seventh would pay $7.
The eighth would pay $12.
The ninth would pay $18.
The tenth man (the richest) would pay $59.
So, that’s what they decided to do.
The ten men drank in the bar every day and seemed quite happy with the arrangement, until one day, the owner threw them a curve.
‘Since you are all such good customers, he said, ‘I’m going to reduce the cost of your daily beer by $20.
Drinks for the ten now cost just $80.
The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxes so the first four men were unaffected. They would still drink for free.
But what about the other six men – the paying customers?
How could they divide the $20 windfall so that everyone would get his ‘fair share?’
They realized that $20 divided by six is $3.33.
But if they subtracted that from everybody’s share, then the fifth man and the sixth man would each end up being paid to drink his beer. So, the bar owner suggested that it would be fair to reduce each man’s bill by roughly the same amount, and he proceeded to work out the amounts each should pay.
The fifth man, like the first four, now paid nothing (100% savings).
The sixth now paid $2 instead of $3 (33%savings).
The seventh now pay $5 instead of $7 (28%savings).
The eighth now paid $9 instead of $12 (25% savings).
The ninth now paid $14 instead of $18 (22% savings).
The tenth now paid $49 instead of $59 (16% savings).
Each of the six was better off than before.
And the first four continued to drink for free.
But once outside the restaurant, the men began to compare their savings.
‘I only got a dollar out of the $20,’declared the sixth man.
He pointed to the tenth man,’ but he got $10!’
‘Yeah, that’s right,’ exclaimed the fifth man.
‘I only saved a dollar, too. It’s unfair that he got ten times more than I!’
‘That’s true!!’ shouted the seventh man.
‘Why should he get $10 back when I got only two?
The wealthy get all the breaks!’
Wait a minute,’ yelled the first four men in unison.
‘We didn’t get anything at all. The system exploits the poor!’
The nine men surrounded the tenth and beat him up.
The next night the tenth man didn’t show up for drinks, so the nine sat down and had beers without him.
But when it came time to pay the bill, they discovered something important.
They didn’t have enough money between all of them for even half of the bill!
And that, boys and girls, journalists and college professors, is how our tax system works.
The people who pay the highest taxes get the most benefit from a tax reduction.
Tax them too much, attack them for being wealthy, and they just may not show up anymore.
In fact, they might start drinking overseas where the atmosphere is somewhat friendlier.
In a local restaurant my server had on a “Obama 08” tie, again I laughed as he had given away his political preference–just imagine the coincidence.
When the bill came I decided not to tip the server and explained to him that I was exploring the Obama redistribution of wealth concept. He stood there in disbelief while I told him that I was going to redistribute his tip to someone who I deemed more in need–the homeless guy outside. The server angrily stormed from my sight.
I went outside, gave the homeless guy $10 and told him to thank the server inside a s I’ve decided he could use the money more. The homeless guy was grateful.
At the end of my rather unscientific redistribution experiment I realized the homeless guy was grateful for the money he did not earn, but the waiter was pretty angry that I gave away the money he did earn even though the actual recipient needed the money more.
I guess redistribution of wealth is an easier thing to swallow in concept than in practical application.