I am a geek. A Windows geek to be exact. I do all things computer. I do like outdoor activities; camping, fishing, riding my hawg, etc. but I always gravitate back to the computer. In fact, between work, the biz and other stuff, if I am not on the 'puter for 14 - 16 hours a day, I feel deprived!
A blonde woman boards an airplane. She is extremely exhausted and just wants to take a nap. She finally finds her seat and sits down next to a very curious young man.
He wants to test the whole dumb blonde thing and possibly make some money out of it. "Hey, wanna play a game?" he asks her. "No thank you, I just want to take a nap." "Please, its really easy, all you have to do is answer the questions that I ask you. If you don't know the answer, then you give me five dollars, and if I don't know the answer to your question, then I'll give you five dollars."
"I really don't want to do this. I just want to take a nap."
"Oh but PLEASE pretty please. Okay, how about if I don't know the answer to your question, I'll give you five hundred dollars." The blonde woman became interested and decided to play the game.
"Okay. How many moons does jupiter have?" the young man asked. The woman reached into her purse and took out a five dollar bill then asked; "What goes up the mountain with three legs and comes back down with four?".
The young man, determined not to lose, gets out his laptop and searches all over the internet for an answer. Flustered and confused, the young man hands the blonde five hundred dollars.
After a few hours, the young man was itching to know the answer to the question."What was the answer to the riddle?" the blonde woman reaches into her purse and hands the young man a five dollar bill.
Last year I replaced all the windows in my house with that expensive double-pane energy efficient kind, and today, I got a call from the contractor who installed them. He was complaining that the work had been completed a whole year ago and I still hadn't paid for them. Hellloooo............ just because I'm blonde doesn't mean that I am automatically stupid. So, I told him just what his fast talking sales guy had told me last year, that in ONE YEAR these windows would pay for themselves! Helllooooo? It's been a year! I told him. There was only silence at the other end of the line, so I finally just hung up. He never called back. I bet he felt like an idiot.
A mouse looked through the crack in the wall
to see the farmer and his wife open a package.
"What food might this contain?", the mouse wondered.
He was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.
Retreating to the farmyard,
the mouse proclaimed this warning :
"There is a mousetrap in the house!
There is a mousetrap in the house!"
The chicken clucked and scratched,
raised her head and said, "Mr. Mouse,
I can tell this is a grave concern to you,
but it is of no consequence to me.
I cannot be bothered by it."
The mouse turned to the pig and told him,
"There is a mousetrap in the house!
There is a mousetrap in the house!"
The pig sympathized, but said,
"I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse,
but there is nothing I can do about it
Be assured you are in my prayers."
The mouse turned to the cow and said,
"There is a mousetrap in the house!
There is a mousetrap in the house!"
The cow said, "Wow, Mr. Mouse. I'm sorry for you,
but it's no skin off my nose."
So, the mouse returned to the house,
head down and dejected,
to face the farmer's mousetrap
. . . Alone.. .. .
That very night
a sound was heard throughout the house
-- the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey.
The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught.
In the darkness, she did not see it.
It was a venomous snake
whose tail was caught in the trap.
The snake bit the farmer's wife.
The farmer rushed her to the hospital.
When she returned home she still had a fever.
Everyone knows you treat a fever
with fresh chicken soup.
So the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard
for the soup's main ingredient:
But his wife's sickness continued.
Friends and neighbors
came to sit with her
around the clock.
To feed them,
the farmer butchered the pig.
the farmer's wife did not get well...
So many people came for her funeral
that the farmer had the cow slaughtered
to provide enough meat for all of them
for the funeral luncheon.
And the mouse looked upon it all
from his crack in the wall
with great sadness.
So, the next time you hear
someone is facing a problem
and you think it doesn't concern you,
When one of us is threatened, we are all at risk.
We are all involved in this journey called life.
We must keep an eye out for one another
and make an extra effort
to encourage one another.
YOU MAY WANT TO SEND THIS
TO EVERYONE WHO HAS EVER
HELPED YOU OUT...
AND LET THEM KNOW
HOW IMPORTANT THEY ARE.
- REMEMBER -
EACH OF US IS A VITAL THREAD
IN ANOTHER PERSON'S TAPESTRY.
OUR LIVES ARE WOVEN TOGETHER
FOR A REASON.
One of the best things to hold onto
In this world is a FRIEND.
I have a soft spot for animated movies. This is one of my current favorites. If you haven't seen it... Check it out!
"Here's my day so far: went to jail, lost the girl of my dreams and got my butt kicked pretty good. Still, things could be a lot worse. Oh, that's right... I'm falling to my death. Guess they can't. How did it all come to this? Well, my end starts at the beginning... The very beginning!"
"No matter how hard I tried, I was always the odd man out, the last one picked, the screw-up, the black sheep... the bad boy. Was this my destiny?... Wait. Maybe it was! Being bad is the one thing I'm good at! Then it hit me: if I was the bad boy, then I was going to be the baddest boy of them ALL!"
A Collaborative Story...
I have done this in the past on my family BBS but never on the BLOG. It is a collaborative story. Basically the way it works is I will start off with the first couple lines of a story. Then someone comes along and continues the story with a couple lines of their own. Someone else comes along and adds a little more, and so forth.
Here are the rules:
1. Keep it family friendly, respectable, and respectful (nothing SPAMMY or PORNY or hostile or disrepectful toward others or it will be removed).
2. Don't do something in the story that will force kill the chain. In other words don't write an entry that leaves the next person no where to go, try to leave it at a point where someone can follow it up with another part.
3. Don't quote the post above yours, just continue the chain and end yours mid-sentence with ellipses...
4. You can't continue your own thread. There has to be at least one person between your additions. That is what make this fun, the surprise at what someone else adds!
5. Remember, you have up to 1000 characters for your twist. You don't have to use them all. A couple sentences or a short paragraph will probably do.
6. Keep coming back to see where the story is going and maybe add a little something-something.
7. You may use a pen-name/pseudonym if you want to play anonymously but remember rule 1.
8. Most importantly, HAVE FUN!
Feel free to invite anyone you know who you think might like to participate and help make the story fun!
Ready??? Here goes... (It starts in the comments below my profile)
Yesterday I was on the phone with a person from tech support representing a well-known security company whose equipment we use. He wanted to do a “WebEx” so we could try a few things on some busted equipment. When he connected up, he saw my current background image and actually started stuttering and stammering. He commented that it was a beautiful bike! I told him it was my dream bike. He said, “Mr Cope, that is everyone’s dream bike!!!” It actually took him a couple minutes to regain his composure! Now, I suspect that this fellow was from India or something like that. I could see how in a country full of scooters and tiny cars that a phat Harley would be a popular dream… Props to Harley Davidson for creating one of my favorite Street Glide photos of all time!!! I think it is a very sexy picture.
Well... With a recent upgrade in our home internet connection, visitors to COPESTER dot NET should notice a definite improvement in response times!
For anyone interested, the geeky info... We went from 8mbps down/1mbps up to 30mbps down/5mbps up. The UP speed is the important speed for viewing COPESTER dot NET from across the internet. So, it should be 3 to 5 times faster than it used to be (depending on internet traffic and other variable variables). Also, you might notice it no longer has the mystery number "4763" after COPESTER.NET... Our new ISP does not block port 80 so we no longer have to re-route our website visitors to a non-standard port!!!
Got a new kite for my birthday!
It is a Prism Snapshot 1.9. This kite has a 76" wing span and two 300 pound test strings. It will tug you off your feet in a good wind!!!! I can't wait to get the 2.5 with the 86" wing span!!!! WOOHOO!
Videos for your viewing pleasure!
(Be patient, they are LARGE files!!!)
More to come SOON! Just need to get them converted...
Sometimes... a picture DOES say 1000 words.
These pictures are pretty darn funny, if I do say so myself!!!
Thanks Mom and Matt!
Great story -- What a lesson for us all!!!
Here is a good history lesson I had never heard before.
Tour boats ferry people out to the USS Arizona Memorial in Hawaii every thirty minutes. We just missed a ferry and had to wait thirty minutes. I went into a small gift shop to kill time. In the gift shop, I purchased a small book entitled, "Reflections on Pearl Harbor " by Admiral Chester Nimitz.
Sunday, December 7th, 1941--Admiral Chester Nimitz was attending a concert in Washington D.C. He was paged and told there was a phone call for him. When he answered the phone, it was President Franklin Delano Roosevelt on the phone. He told Admiral Nimitz that he (Nimitz) would now be the Commander of the Pacific Fleet. Admiral Nimitz flew to Hawaii to assume command of the Pacific Fleet.
He landed at Pearl Harbor on Christmas Eve, 1941. There was such a spirit of despair, dejection and defeat--you would have thought the Japanese had already won the war.
On Christmas Day, 1941, Adm. Nimitz was given a boat tour of the destruction wrought on Pearl Harbor by the Japanese. Big sunken battleships and navy vessels cluttered the waters everywhere you looked. As the tour boat returned to dock, the young helmsman of the boat asked, "Well Admiral, what do you think after seeing all this destruction?"
Admiral Nimitz's reply shocked everyone within the sound of his voice. Admiral Nimitz said, "The Japanese made three of the biggest mistakes an attack force could ever make, or God was taking care of America . Which do you think it was?"
Shocked and surprised, the young helmsman asked, "What do mean by saying the Japanese made the three biggest mistakes an attack force ever made?"
Nimitz explained. Mistake number one: the Japanese attacked on Sunday morning. Nine out of every ten crewmen of those ships were ashore on leave. If those same ships had been lured to sea and been sunk--we would have lost 38,000 men instead of 3,800.
Mistake number two: When the Japanese saw all those battleships lined in a row, they got so carried away sinking those battleships, they never once bombed our dry docks opposite those ships. If they had destroyed our dry docks, we would have had to tow everyone of those ships to America to be repaired. As it is now, the ships are in shallow water and can be raised. One tug can pull them over to the dry docks, and we can have them repaired and at sea by the time we could have towed them to America . And I already have crews ashore anxious to man those ships.
Mistake number three: Every drop of fuel in the Pacific theater of war is in top of the ground storage tanks five miles away over that hill. One attack plane could have strafed those tanks and destroyed our fuel supply.
That's why I say the Japanese made three of the biggest mistakes an attack force could make or God was taking care of America .
I've never forgotten what I read in that little book. It is still an inspiration as I reflect upon it. In jest, I might suggest that because Admiral Nimitz was a Texan, born and raised in Fredricksburg , Texas -- he was a born optimist. But anyway you look at it -- Admiral Nimitz was able to see a silver lining in a situation and circumstance where everyone else saw only despair and defeatism. President Roosevelt had chosen the right man for the right job. We desperately needed a leader that could see silver linings in the midst of the clouds of dejection, despair and defeat.
There is a reason that our national motto is, IN GOD WE TRUST.
Yesterday I was at my local COSTCO buying a large bag of Purina dog chow for my loyal pet, Jake, the Wonder Dog and was in the check-out line when a woman behind me asked if I had a dog. What did she think I had, an elephant? So since I'm retired and have little to do, on impulse I told her that no, I didn't have a dog, I was starting the Purina Diet again. I added that I probably shouldn't, because I ended up in the hospital last time, but that I'd lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IVs in both arms.
I told her that it was essentially a Perfect Diet and that the way that it works is, to load your pants pockets with Purina Nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry. The food is *nutritionally complete* so it works well and I was going to try it again. (I have to mention here that practically everyone in line was now enthralled with my story).
Horrified, she asked if I ended up in intensive care because the dog food poisoned me.
I told her no, I stepped off a curb to sniff a poodle's butt and a car hit me.
I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack he was laughing so hard.
Costco won't let me shop there anymore.
It has been a long time since we have been able to put any real miles on our motorcycles. Penny and I FINALLY got out and rode about 230 miles on Sunday! It was a pretty nice ride toward the north. We hit the point at Choteau and found out we had enjoyed a nice tail wind. Unfortunately, it then was a severe head wind so the ride home wasn't nearly as fun... BUT, it wasn't the WORST day riding we have ever had (is there such a thing?) and we saw some different country and saw a young elk next to the road while we were headed toward Canyon Creek. On our way out of Choteau we scared the deer berries out of two young deer twins who seemed to be intent on playing in the road. Nothing that a fist full of clutch and a couple twists of the wrist couldn't fix though...
Here was our route... In this case, 8 IS enough if you are looking for a 4 hour ~200 mile ride. We didn't follow the classic figure eight though. We did the left side of the eight up, and the right side down; turning left each time we came upon the junction of Hw 287 in the middle. Could have shaved an additional 10 or so miles off the trip if we'd taken the Hw 587 shortcut from Fairfield to Simms on the upper right part of the eight.
Family reunions... Another fine excuse to ride somewhere! We added another 950 miles to the odometers of our bikes! In other words, with other random and miscellaneous rides, that brings us up to somewhere in the neighborhood of 4,500 miles on our cruiser style motorcycles in the 30 day period from the 16th of July to the 15th of August! What is our secret maximal gluteal comfort for the longer rides?? This is what you can see where our hind-end meets motorcycle... It doesn’t stop the bun burn entirely, but it delays it so you can ride further. THEN, when you rest your haunches for a few minutes you are good for another tank!
It was a nice ride! We left home at about 9am on our latest journey. Headed down I-15 to Butte. We decided to top off the tanks at Rocker and as we were stopped there a couple rode up on a pair of Goldwings. We got to talking to them and they were from Des Moines and were taking the scenic route to Seattle to visit some family. They were planning on riding down I-15 to Divide and across to Wisdom but I showed them the route we had planned toward Anaconda and then past Wisdom and they thought that it looked like a nice ride so we ended up playing cat and mouse with them for a while. As we rode into Wisdom, there was a LOT of manure on the road. We stopped for a glug of water in town and as we rode out of town, there they were... A herd of angus being cowboyed by a bunch of fellas on horses. The road had a green hue (about the shade of this text) and as we followed them slowly down the road for a couple miles, Penny and I ended up with more manure on our chaps than bug guts. It was a little bit gross but oh well... Frankly, I think they should quit feeding grass to the cows, it seems to give them diarrhea! We stopped and visited with the folks from Iowa at the rest area at the border of Idaho and Montana on highway 93 and then they headed north to go over Lolo pass and we headed south.
We rode down to Salmon Idaho where we had some lunch then headed down to Challis and hit the road toward Stanley Basin. We were craving some time off the bikes so we stopped in Sunbeam (which is basically a place, not even a town, with four buildings and two port-a-lets and is where you turn to go to one of my favorite places to camp in all the world, there is also a really cool old gold dredge about 15 miles up the road which you can tour if you are ever in the area) and bought a couple ice cream cones at a quaint little bar and burger joint. We sat out in the shade of their porch and ate them and enjoyed the scenery. We had planned on stopping and soaking in the hot springs alongside the Salmon River a mile or so from Sunbeam but by the time we got there, the idea of stripping down to swimming suits and then getting all leathered back up when we were done wasn’t that appealing so we just stopped and looked for a little bit and then headed on down the road.
We gassed up in Stanley and rode out toward Sun Valley. Stanley literally CRAWLS with bikers. It is basically the center point of three awesome rides; one along the Salmon River toward Challis, one over Galena Summit toward Sun Valley, and one toward Lowman ID and Boise. You can’t go wrong on a bike in any direction. There is beautiful country everywhere with lots of opportunities to stop for pictures of the Sawtooth range, Redfish Lake, Galena Summit, and many other scenic vistas, rivers, streams and lakes. Also, there are many MANY camping sites and cabins to be found in the area! We decided to go ahead and just ride without making any photo stops on the way down so we could get to our hotel and cool off.
Once we reached Ketchum... WOW, talk about money. It is like mansion, mansion, mansion, crappy trailer park with wornout 40 year old trailers, mansion, mansion, mansion, mansion, crappy trailer park with wornout 40 year old trailers, more mansions... The weird thing is that even though they have all that money, the roads in the area SUCK! All rutted and bumpy... And the traffic! We got there at about 7pm and the traffic was bumper to bumper headed in to town.
We finally made it to our hotel in Hailey at about 8pm, flopped on the bed and passed out. I admit I was dubious about the family reunion, but, we got there Saturday morning and it was fun all day! We called it quits at about 7pm when my brothers (and their families) had to leave. We went to town and had a pop with them in the local McDonalds before they hit the road home then returned to our hotel and fell in bed again.
We got up and were on the road by 9am. We returned the same way, well, up until we got to that rest area where we left our Iowa friends. This time, we met a couple of riders on Harleys at the rest area. They were from Georgia and had shipped their bikes to LA and were doing a zig zag route up and down the states on their way back home. They had ridden up the Pacific Coast Highway and were riding down to Bonneville Salt Flats for Speed Week. Then back up through Teton, Yellowstone, over Beartooth and over to Sturgis, etc. They were headed to Redfish Lake for the night but when we told them it was another 200 miles, they started rethinking that... We bid them farewell and safe travels and headed back toward home again.
HOT! We got into Hamilton to gas up and the thermometer at the gas station read 89 degrees. However, when we got back on the road, a thermometer on the other end of town said it was 100 degrees. It sure felt like it, even at 65 mph it was toasty in the black leather at 6:30pm! If you are thinking of riding down highway 93 along the Bitterroot mountains, they are doing major road construction between Hamilton and Florence! Miles of no paved bumpy gravely road. JOY!
We finally fought our way through Missoula and then hit I-90 for a brief run over to Bonner, where we got off the interstate and rode highway 200 up toward Lincoln. We stopped in Lincoln for a quick bun break and to top off the tanks and hit the road for the home stretch over Flesher pass. We stopped at the top of Flesher pass for a break and noticed the clouds and heard thunder. JOY! We hoped to make it through this trip without hitting rain... Hey, my biker friends, if you haven’t been over Flesher lately, the road has been repaved and is AWESOME from the Stemple Pass road almost to Canyon Creek, which BTW is where we hit the rain. SO, we got rained on and lighteninged at from Canyon Creek until we pulled into the garage at about 9:30pm. Safe and sound. Even though Penny is now officially riding on a bologna skin rear tire. She went over 10,000 miles on her bike as we pulled up to the reunion!
I think this is our last BIG ride for the year. Dang it, need vacation time or personal wealth so we can ride more!!! COME ON LOTTO!!!
TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING
THROUGH THE DESERT.
DURING SOME POINT OF THE
JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN
ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND
SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE
IN THE FACE.
THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED
WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT
WROTE IN THE SAND:
'TODAY MY BEST FRIEND
SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE'
THEY KEPT ON WALKING,
UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS,
WHERE THEY DECIDED
TO TAKE A BATH.
THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN
SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE
MIRE AND STARTED DROWNING,
BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM.
AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM
THE NEAR DROWNING,
HE WROTE ON A STONE:
'TODAY MY BEST FRIEND
SAVED MY LIFE'
THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED
AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND
ASKED HIM, 'AFTER I HURT YOU,
YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW,
YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?'
THE FRIEND REPLIED;
'WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US,
WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN IN SAND
WHERE WINDS OF FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY.
BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOES SOMETHING GOOD FOR US,
WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONE
WHERE NO WIND CAN EVER ERASE IT'
REMEMBER, WHEN PEOPLE HURT YOU
LEARN TO WRITE IT IN THE SAND.
WHEN PEOPLE ARE KIND TO YOU,
CARVE IT IN STONE.
Thanks for this GEM Matt!