VOTE FOR ROGER STAUBACH
...as the greatest Dallas Cowboys player of all time.
Go to the KDFW poll.
Registration is free. You can vote every hour. Please vote often. Roger is way behind and he needs our help. Help Captain Comeback do it one more time.
Nothing against the other great players. I just think that Roger along with all of players and the great Tom Landry and Tex Schram, made the Cowboys into America's Team. Without Roger's elusive skills and leadership, I don't think the Cowboys would have been bestowed with that moniker.
Thanks!
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Sunday, September 02, 2007
Pit Bulls
When will people realize that pit bulls are not safe. Today, there's a story about another victim of a pit bull. A pit bull killed a 6 year old boy after no provocation.
This happens far too often to be unusual for this breed. Something is not right in this type of dog and no one should own one, IMHO. I don't think there should be a law, but I think people should think twice before obtaining such an animal when there are children in their house.
There are many other great breeds out there that are peaceful. For instance, I own a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. Ryker is my second Cav and they make wonderful house pets. They are small for a Spaniel, but can get to about 20 lbs. or so for the males. Cavs are very sweet and would not harm anyone.
Just my two cents.
When will people realize that pit bulls are not safe. Today, there's a story about another victim of a pit bull. A pit bull killed a 6 year old boy after no provocation.
This happens far too often to be unusual for this breed. Something is not right in this type of dog and no one should own one, IMHO. I don't think there should be a law, but I think people should think twice before obtaining such an animal when there are children in their house.
There are many other great breeds out there that are peaceful. For instance, I own a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. Ryker is my second Cav and they make wonderful house pets. They are small for a Spaniel, but can get to about 20 lbs. or so for the males. Cavs are very sweet and would not harm anyone.
Just my two cents.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
RHEL!
This week I'm learning all about Red Hat Enterprise Linux. Actually it is more about Linux than anything specific about Red Hat. The instructor is doing it on Fedora. I wish they had VMware on these machines so we could install it from scratch.
A lot of this stuff I already know.
This is the place that's doing the training:
Real Solutions Training
This week I'm learning all about Red Hat Enterprise Linux. Actually it is more about Linux than anything specific about Red Hat. The instructor is doing it on Fedora. I wish they had VMware on these machines so we could install it from scratch.
A lot of this stuff I already know.
This is the place that's doing the training:
Real Solutions Training
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
The Dirtpile
With my father's passing, my old friends have resurfaced. When I was a kid, my playmate was a pretty girl from across the street whose name was Lauri Gravitt. From about 5 years old until 11 or so, we would play in the dirt on the edge of my parents yard next to a vacant lot.
You see, I'm sure many kids played in a sandbox, but not us. We played in the dirt, which we called the dirtpile since my Dad would order a load of topsoil to spread on the yard. Lauri and I would "help" Dad by slowly tearing down that dirtpile for our purposes. I saw the pile as a mountain that we would climb or use it to tunnel through. I don't think we were ever very successful with the tunneling. We weren't engineers, so we didn't shore up the sides or build a ceiling. The tunnels never held up.
The reason my Dad brought in topsoil was that the soil was very poor. The soil was made up of Caliche. Before the topsoil was brought in, I would play in the dirt which was a mixture of Cliche and red sandy clay soil. Using my imagination, I built a little town where I played with my Tonka toy trucks.
This was my job as a child. I would wake up early in the morning and go out to the dirtpile, which as Lauri pointed out to me now, was more of a ditch than a pile, and play. I played all day until it got dark. I didn't mind being out in the sun and there were no trees.
Well, I guess those were the days. No cares, no worries.
With my father's passing, my old friends have resurfaced. When I was a kid, my playmate was a pretty girl from across the street whose name was Lauri Gravitt. From about 5 years old until 11 or so, we would play in the dirt on the edge of my parents yard next to a vacant lot.
You see, I'm sure many kids played in a sandbox, but not us. We played in the dirt, which we called the dirtpile since my Dad would order a load of topsoil to spread on the yard. Lauri and I would "help" Dad by slowly tearing down that dirtpile for our purposes. I saw the pile as a mountain that we would climb or use it to tunnel through. I don't think we were ever very successful with the tunneling. We weren't engineers, so we didn't shore up the sides or build a ceiling. The tunnels never held up.
The reason my Dad brought in topsoil was that the soil was very poor. The soil was made up of Caliche. Before the topsoil was brought in, I would play in the dirt which was a mixture of Cliche and red sandy clay soil. Using my imagination, I built a little town where I played with my Tonka toy trucks.
This was my job as a child. I would wake up early in the morning and go out to the dirtpile, which as Lauri pointed out to me now, was more of a ditch than a pile, and play. I played all day until it got dark. I didn't mind being out in the sun and there were no trees.
Well, I guess those were the days. No cares, no worries.
Monday, August 20, 2007
My Father's Death and Funeral
My father passed away on August 16th. Today we buried him at Elm Creek Community Cemetery which is about 8 to 10 miles outside of Seguin in the country. I am relieved that my Dad's suffering has ended, but I am sad. Even though he was 70 years old, he never really seemed that old. To me, he was always in his late 40s or early 50s. I wish that cancer had not killed him. I wish that he had lived till he was a 120.
The funeral was officiated by Jeremy Roy, the hospital chaplain at Guadalupe Valley Regional Hospital. My Dad knew his father. Jeremy's father was also my drafting teacher in high school. Jeremy did an excellent job with the service and Nicole Bennet sang beautifully.
The older I get, the younger that 70 appears to be.
The outpouring of support from family, friends and neighbors has been tremendous. I don't think we realized how many people really loved my Dad. Goodbye Dad.
Obituary/Memorial for my father.
My father passed away on August 16th. Today we buried him at Elm Creek Community Cemetery which is about 8 to 10 miles outside of Seguin in the country. I am relieved that my Dad's suffering has ended, but I am sad. Even though he was 70 years old, he never really seemed that old. To me, he was always in his late 40s or early 50s. I wish that cancer had not killed him. I wish that he had lived till he was a 120.
The funeral was officiated by Jeremy Roy, the hospital chaplain at Guadalupe Valley Regional Hospital. My Dad knew his father. Jeremy's father was also my drafting teacher in high school. Jeremy did an excellent job with the service and Nicole Bennet sang beautifully.
The older I get, the younger that 70 appears to be.
The outpouring of support from family, friends and neighbors has been tremendous. I don't think we realized how many people really loved my Dad. Goodbye Dad.
Obituary/Memorial for my father.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Death
The doctor and hospice nurse say Dad will pass away within 24 hours. Considering how much pain and distress his body has suffered, I wish it would come sooner rather than later. He has fought the good fight, but now he needs to go home to rest with Jesus where he will have peace for all eternity.
I'm sad for my family and especially for my Mom, but since there is no cure for prostate cancer and he's in the final stages, I wish his death would come quickly.
Somewhat ironic is that Merv Griffin has died today of prostate cancer.
The doctor and hospice nurse say Dad will pass away within 24 hours. Considering how much pain and distress his body has suffered, I wish it would come sooner rather than later. He has fought the good fight, but now he needs to go home to rest with Jesus where he will have peace for all eternity.
I'm sad for my family and especially for my Mom, but since there is no cure for prostate cancer and he's in the final stages, I wish his death would come quickly.
Somewhat ironic is that Merv Griffin has died today of prostate cancer.
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