Wow.  July 1, 2009 already.  Incredible.  I think that generally speaking people seemed to like the new look but the font was too small.  I kind of cringed at the thought because the way a lot of these guys write their CSS it is to show off their prowess and great skill and I was dreading having to wade in and find all the places it needed to be changed but such was not the case.  The CSS was really very straightforward

I always forget why people, especially web designers, always get so aggravated with Internet Explorer until I try a change.

Well, I have a couple of ideas that I am going to steal from other people's blogs.  It's just the ideas.  One is from Scott over at Husbands Anonymous who wrote about things he likes but this one is from my friend, Skunkfeathers.  Mr. Feathers, or Skunk as he is affectionately known to his adoring fan(s?) has been re-posting columns from a couple of years ago.  Actually it is kind of cool, even when I have now read some of his posts two or three times.

Okay, enough poking at Skunk.  I do not want to get sprayed nor do I want to have any idea where a Skunk might have feathers, so I hope you all (especially Mr. Feathers, sir) know I am just having a little fun.  At least he updates and if you have ever read any of his stuff you know it belongs in a book somewhere.  What I was leading up to was that, honestly, I really do like the idea and while I had originally started posting archives here, It's always been with the date it actually appeared rather than the current date.  So on occasions when I don't have anything, I will post from the archives.  I can't even believe I have been doing this since '04.  Sadly, the business mentioned in today's offering is no longer around and does anyone have any experience or knowledge with allergies to roses?  Originally posted on my blogdrive blog May 26, 2005 under the title:

Okay, so I learned it was rude to type in ALL CAPS back when we learned how to type on a typewriter.  It is considered the same as shouting.  Using red ink in letter writing was at one time the most insulting breach of etiquette.  I have known this and it is with full knowledge of this fact That I dedicate this post to

When we lived at the old house I used to have to park in the street.  It was the top of the main street of that hood on a "T" intersection.  One of the dangers and nuisances in doing this is that sooner or later some drunken clown is going to damage your vehicle and thus did it even so.  Some unknown knuckleheaded scoundrel, probably a drunkard and a varlet as well, broke my driver's side mirror off on the minivan a few months back and it just hung there.

The cost to replace the mirror itself is around

Dear Fans, Friends, Fiends and Foes,

I love living in Colorado.  Every mountain is different and looks different every day.  I went on our church's father/son campout, which really should just be called the men's campout since it was open to all the menfolk from the church and had a blast relaxing and talking.  It's amazing to me what different people consider camping.  There were all styles represented,

Hi gang,

 

Going up to the mountains for a few days with some other men and their sons.  Plan to have a good time, drink coffee how I like it, sit around a campfire, eat beans and other manly activities http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R6dm9rN6oTs .  No phones, no lights no...well...okay maybe motor cars to get up there.  No computers and no outlets.  No nothing.

Google Sattelite Map:

Platte Springs, Colorado

See Ya Later,

 

Herb "Mountain Man" Thiel

Sure and there's a wee bit of the Irish in all of us and double sure there's some of the blarney.  One bit of blarney (Actually this has nothing to do with B. Hussein Obama although ‘tis sure he's full of the Blarney Stone itself) I have read over the years was by new, "Authentic" Irish musicians is that they don't want to do "That Tin Pan Alley stuff." 

Well, I think it is equally authentic because the Irish in America, who faced discrimination and persecution as so many other immigrant groups, did their best and overcame in a great way.  Anyway, I walked into the ARC thrift store

Well, I have entered into a strange new world.  Been thrust into it, more like.  What has happened?  What crazy even has taken place?  I have the two daughters still at home and the one

I was walking down the gift aisle at Wal-Mart the other day and saw these watch/wallet sets.  I looked at a couple of different ones and saw one with a really big dial that would be easy for a person with poor eyesight to read so I picked it up and put it in the cart thinking about how nice it was to have picked out a present for my dad already and how I would be able to get it sent off in time this time.  Then it hit me, right there in the middle of the Wal-Mart store like an unexpected punch in the gut.

Sorry gang.  Something more chipper later or tomorrow.

HT