go see those cute little girls, theyre the best!
Monday, September 29, 2008
check out my twins
my sister in law april keeps a blog over at http://woollardtwins.blogspot.com/
go see those cute little girls, theyre the best!
go see those cute little girls, theyre the best!
Sunday, September 28, 2008
We took DW3 back 'home'
(Scot, me, Jeff (my brother) and Grayson-
standing in front of Leander Guy Woollards marker-
he was a Civil War hero)
So this past weekend, my brother, 2 uncles and I went on a little road trip down south.
We took my fathers ashes down to the family plot in Bethesda Cemetery in Senatobia MS.
Before he passed away, he had asked that his ashes be spread out there.
My father never lived in Senatobia, but was born and raised in nearby Memphis, but
he visited his grandparents there often when he was a child.
He always loved Senatobia and the family roots we had there.
He was always all about family. So we took him 'home.'
His remains are now a part of the earth that holds many other Woollards
in a place where he used to run and play.
I miss you Dad.
RIP DW3
The Front Fell Off!
i laughed too hard when my brother showed me this shit!
I found some more stuff by these guys, Clarke and Dawe on the ABC (Australian) 7.30 Report
I found some more stuff by these guys, Clarke and Dawe on the ABC (Australian) 7.30 Report
Friday, September 26, 2008
the moral of this story is...
The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment: Get
their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it.
The next day the kids came back and one by one began to
tell their stories.
There were all the regular type stuff, spilled milk and
pennies saved. But then teacher realized, much to her dismay, that only
Ernie was left. "Ernie, do you have a story to share?"
"Yes ma'am. My daddy told a story about my Aunt Karen.
She was a pilot in Desert Storm and her plane got hit. She
had to bail out over enemy territory and all she had was a flask of
whiskey, a pistol and a survival knife. She drank the whiskey on the
way down so the bottle wouldn't break and then her parachute landed
right in the middle of twenty enemy t roops.
She shot fifteen of them with the gun until she ran out of bullets,
killed four more with the knife, till the blade broke, and then she
killed the last enemy with her bare hands."
"Good Heavens" said the horrified teacher "What kind of
moral did your daddy tell you from this horrible story?"
"Stay the Fuck away from Aunt Karen when she's drinking."
their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it.
The next day the kids came back and one by one began to
tell their stories.
There were all the regular type stuff, spilled milk and
pennies saved. But then teacher realized, much to her dismay, that only
Ernie was left. "Ernie, do you have a story to share?"
"Yes ma'am. My daddy told a story about my Aunt Karen.
She was a pilot in Desert Storm and her plane got hit. She
had to bail out over enemy territory and all she had was a flask of
whiskey, a pistol and a survival knife. She drank the whiskey on the
way down so the bottle wouldn't break and then her parachute landed
right in the middle of twenty enemy t roops.
She shot fifteen of them with the gun until she ran out of bullets,
killed four more with the knife, till the blade broke, and then she
killed the last enemy with her bare hands."
"Good Heavens" said the horrified teacher "What kind of
moral did your daddy tell you from this horrible story?"
"Stay the Fuck away from Aunt Karen when she's drinking."
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Operation:CatManDu?
So we went camping this past weekend, it was MegFest IV of course (can happily say that ive known meg for just over 3 years and ive made it to ALL 4 MEGFESTS!!
But anyway, while on this wonderful weekend of camping debauchery, we encountered something interesting. As it was mid-September, there werent a lot of campers at Lake Yeager in Litchfield IL. But besides us, there was one other campsite being used.
Just down the hill from us was a curious set up inhabited by a lone soul who became known as the Catman. Why was this reclusive man known as the CatMan? Because he told Tog on Friday afternoon that he was camping there all by himself with a bunch of cats. What?
Anyway, so we watched this CatMan from afar Friday evening and Saturday morning. He used no lights when it was dark (hes part cat and can see in the dark im sure!) and he walked around often with no shirt.
But then, Saturday afternoon, he removed the covering from his mini-vans front windshield, got in it and drove away. Being the respectful campers that we were, we immediately hatched a plot to investigate his camp.
I quickly got my short range radios that I had brought for just such occasions. I posted myself near the bathrooms and entrance to the campsite so i could keep an eye out, and Amanda and Deanna quietly crept into his camp. What they discovered was shocking (kudos to Deanna for taking her camera and documenting the excursion)
The first thing we discovered is that Catman likes to keep his hair clean, as evidenced by the Pantene and massive amounts of bottled water
We also learned that he likes to keep healthy by eating Smuckers Goobers and working out...
This is the airmattress or whatever he used to carefully cover up the windshield of his minivan while it was parked in the camp... now just haphazardly thrown to the ground, like it was unimportant to him...
It was also clear that CatMan liked to get his coffee buzz on... there were at least 10 used coffee filters on the ground, as well as piles of coffee grounds spread out here and there...
They were also brave enough to peek inside his tent, looking for the cats of course.. unfortunatley we found NO CATS anywhere, but here is some evidence of them, see the kitty dish in the foreground (if you look closely at the BACKGROUND, you will see that the newspapers are opened to the obituaries... creepy, yep i think so!)
Lastly, we learn about some of Catmans hobbies, which apparently include burning and painting things... hmmm... can you say CREEPIER...
Needless to say, I called out false alarms to the girls through the radio at least three times. It was funny to see them running through the woods back to our campsite, i knew they would go back and look for more.. but then our radios ran out of power (they were definitely not super heroes... thanks roxy!) and we had to abort the mission...
I wonder what ever happened to good old Catman...
and hey, im gettin lonely on here. wont some of you leave me comments... you dont have to register or anything! :)
But anyway, while on this wonderful weekend of camping debauchery, we encountered something interesting. As it was mid-September, there werent a lot of campers at Lake Yeager in Litchfield IL. But besides us, there was one other campsite being used.
Just down the hill from us was a curious set up inhabited by a lone soul who became known as the Catman. Why was this reclusive man known as the CatMan? Because he told Tog on Friday afternoon that he was camping there all by himself with a bunch of cats. What?
Anyway, so we watched this CatMan from afar Friday evening and Saturday morning. He used no lights when it was dark (hes part cat and can see in the dark im sure!) and he walked around often with no shirt.
But then, Saturday afternoon, he removed the covering from his mini-vans front windshield, got in it and drove away. Being the respectful campers that we were, we immediately hatched a plot to investigate his camp.
I quickly got my short range radios that I had brought for just such occasions. I posted myself near the bathrooms and entrance to the campsite so i could keep an eye out, and Amanda and Deanna quietly crept into his camp. What they discovered was shocking (kudos to Deanna for taking her camera and documenting the excursion)
The first thing we discovered is that Catman likes to keep his hair clean, as evidenced by the Pantene and massive amounts of bottled water
We also learned that he likes to keep healthy by eating Smuckers Goobers and working out...
This is the airmattress or whatever he used to carefully cover up the windshield of his minivan while it was parked in the camp... now just haphazardly thrown to the ground, like it was unimportant to him...
It was also clear that CatMan liked to get his coffee buzz on... there were at least 10 used coffee filters on the ground, as well as piles of coffee grounds spread out here and there...
They were also brave enough to peek inside his tent, looking for the cats of course.. unfortunatley we found NO CATS anywhere, but here is some evidence of them, see the kitty dish in the foreground (if you look closely at the BACKGROUND, you will see that the newspapers are opened to the obituaries... creepy, yep i think so!)
Lastly, we learn about some of Catmans hobbies, which apparently include burning and painting things... hmmm... can you say CREEPIER...
Needless to say, I called out false alarms to the girls through the radio at least three times. It was funny to see them running through the woods back to our campsite, i knew they would go back and look for more.. but then our radios ran out of power (they were definitely not super heroes... thanks roxy!) and we had to abort the mission...
I wonder what ever happened to good old Catman...
and hey, im gettin lonely on here. wont some of you leave me comments... you dont have to register or anything! :)
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Does this make you proud?
Here are a few things to read in your spare time....
My friend Deb forwarded this to me...
THIS IS YOUR NATION ON WHITE PRIVILEGE
By Tim Wise
For those who still can't grasp the concept of white privilege, or who are constantly looking for some easy-to-understand examples of it, perhaps this list will help.
White privilege is when you can get pregnant at seventeen like Bristol Palin and everyone is quick to insist that your life and that of your family is a personal matter, and that no one has a right to judge you or your parents, because "every family has challenges," even as black and Latino families with similar "challenges" are regularly typified as irresponsible, pathological and arbiters of social decay.
White privilege is when you can call yourself a "fuckin' redneck," like Bristol Palin's boyfriend does, and talk about how if anyone messes with you, you'll "kick their fuckin' ass," and talk about how you like to "shoot shit" for fun, and still be viewed as a responsible, all-American boy (and a great son-in-law to be) rather than a thug.
White privilege is when you can attend four different colleges in six years like Sarah Palin did (one of which you basically failed out of, then returned to after making up some coursework at a community college), and no one questions your intelligence or commitment to achievement, whereas a person of color who did this would be viewed as unfit for college, and probably someone who only got in in the first place because of affirmative action.
White privilege is when you can claim that being mayor of a town smaller than most medium-sized colleges, and then Governor of a state with about the same number of people as the lower fifth of the island of Manhattan, makes you ready to potentially be president, and people don't all piss on themselves with laughter, while being a black U.S. Senator, two-term state Senator, and constitutional law scholar, means you're "untested."?
White privilege is being able to say that you support the words "under God" in the pledge of allegiance because "if it was good enough for the founding fathers, it's good enough for me," and not be immediately disqualified from holding office--since, after all, the pledge was written in the late 1800s and the "under God" part wasn't added until the 1950s--while believing that reading accused criminals and terrorists their rights (because, ya know, the Constitution, which you used to teach at a prestigious law school requires it), is a dangerous and silly idea only supported by mushy liberals.?
White privilege is being able to be a gun enthusiast and not make people immediately scared of you.?
White privilege is being able to have a husband who was a member of an extremist political party that wants your state to secede from the Union, and whose motto was "Alaska first," and no one questions your patriotism or that of your family, while if you're black and your spouse merely fails to come to a 9/11 memorial so she can be home with her kids on the first day of school, people immediately think she's being disrespectful.?
White privilege is being able to make fun of community organizers and the work they do--like, among other things, fight for the right of women to vote, or for civil rights, or the 8-hour workday, or an end to child labor--and people think you're being pithy and tough, but if you merely question the experience of a small town mayor and 18-month governor with no foreign policy expertise beyond a class she took in college--you're somehow being mean, or even sexist.?
White privilege is being able to convince white women who don't even agree with you on any substantive issue to vote for you and your running mate anyway, because all of a sudden your presence on the ticket has inspired confidence in these same white women, and made them give your party a "second look."?
White privilege is being able to fire people who didn't support your political campaigns and not be accused of abusing your power or being a typical politician who engages in favoritism, while being black and merely knowing some folks from the old-line political machines in Chicago means you must be corrupt.?
White privilege is being able to attend churches over the years whose pastors say that people who voted for John Kerry or merely criticize George W. Bush are going to hell, and that the U.S. is an explicitly Christian nation and the job of Christians is to bring Christian theological principles into government, and who bring in speakers who say the conflict in the Middle East is God's punishment on Jews for rejecting Jesus, and everyone can still think you're just a good church-going Christian, but if you're black and friends with a black pastor who has noted (as have Colin Powell and the U.S. Department of Defense) that terrorist attacks are often the result of U.S. foreign policy and who talks about the history of racism and its effect on black people, you're an extremist who probably hates America.?
White privilege is not knowing what the Bush Doctrine is when asked by a reporter, and then people get angry at the reporter for asking you such a "trick question," while being black and merely refusing to give one-word answers to the queries of Bill O'Reilly means you're dodging the question, or trying to seem overly intellectual and nuanced.?
White privilege is being able to claim your experience as a POW has anything at all to do with your fitness for president, while being black and experiencing racism is, as Sarah Palin has referred to it a "light" burden.?
And finally, white privilege is the only thing that could possibly allow someone to become president when he has voted with George W. Bush 90 percent of the time, even as unemployment is skyrocketing, people are losing their homes, inflation is rising, and the U.S. is increasingly isolated from world opinion, just because white voters aren't sure about that whole "change" thing. Ya know, it's just too vague and ill-defined, unlike, say, four more years of the same, which is very concrete and certain…?
White privilege is, in short, the problem.
and my friend Laura forwarded this to me...
My friend Deb forwarded this to me...
THIS IS YOUR NATION ON WHITE PRIVILEGE
By Tim Wise
For those who still can't grasp the concept of white privilege, or who are constantly looking for some easy-to-understand examples of it, perhaps this list will help.
White privilege is when you can get pregnant at seventeen like Bristol Palin and everyone is quick to insist that your life and that of your family is a personal matter, and that no one has a right to judge you or your parents, because "every family has challenges," even as black and Latino families with similar "challenges" are regularly typified as irresponsible, pathological and arbiters of social decay.
White privilege is when you can call yourself a "fuckin' redneck," like Bristol Palin's boyfriend does, and talk about how if anyone messes with you, you'll "kick their fuckin' ass," and talk about how you like to "shoot shit" for fun, and still be viewed as a responsible, all-American boy (and a great son-in-law to be) rather than a thug.
White privilege is when you can attend four different colleges in six years like Sarah Palin did (one of which you basically failed out of, then returned to after making up some coursework at a community college), and no one questions your intelligence or commitment to achievement, whereas a person of color who did this would be viewed as unfit for college, and probably someone who only got in in the first place because of affirmative action.
White privilege is when you can claim that being mayor of a town smaller than most medium-sized colleges, and then Governor of a state with about the same number of people as the lower fifth of the island of Manhattan, makes you ready to potentially be president, and people don't all piss on themselves with laughter, while being a black U.S. Senator, two-term state Senator, and constitutional law scholar, means you're "untested."?
White privilege is being able to say that you support the words "under God" in the pledge of allegiance because "if it was good enough for the founding fathers, it's good enough for me," and not be immediately disqualified from holding office--since, after all, the pledge was written in the late 1800s and the "under God" part wasn't added until the 1950s--while believing that reading accused criminals and terrorists their rights (because, ya know, the Constitution, which you used to teach at a prestigious law school requires it), is a dangerous and silly idea only supported by mushy liberals.?
White privilege is being able to be a gun enthusiast and not make people immediately scared of you.?
White privilege is being able to have a husband who was a member of an extremist political party that wants your state to secede from the Union, and whose motto was "Alaska first," and no one questions your patriotism or that of your family, while if you're black and your spouse merely fails to come to a 9/11 memorial so she can be home with her kids on the first day of school, people immediately think she's being disrespectful.?
White privilege is being able to make fun of community organizers and the work they do--like, among other things, fight for the right of women to vote, or for civil rights, or the 8-hour workday, or an end to child labor--and people think you're being pithy and tough, but if you merely question the experience of a small town mayor and 18-month governor with no foreign policy expertise beyond a class she took in college--you're somehow being mean, or even sexist.?
White privilege is being able to convince white women who don't even agree with you on any substantive issue to vote for you and your running mate anyway, because all of a sudden your presence on the ticket has inspired confidence in these same white women, and made them give your party a "second look."?
White privilege is being able to fire people who didn't support your political campaigns and not be accused of abusing your power or being a typical politician who engages in favoritism, while being black and merely knowing some folks from the old-line political machines in Chicago means you must be corrupt.?
White privilege is being able to attend churches over the years whose pastors say that people who voted for John Kerry or merely criticize George W. Bush are going to hell, and that the U.S. is an explicitly Christian nation and the job of Christians is to bring Christian theological principles into government, and who bring in speakers who say the conflict in the Middle East is God's punishment on Jews for rejecting Jesus, and everyone can still think you're just a good church-going Christian, but if you're black and friends with a black pastor who has noted (as have Colin Powell and the U.S. Department of Defense) that terrorist attacks are often the result of U.S. foreign policy and who talks about the history of racism and its effect on black people, you're an extremist who probably hates America.?
White privilege is not knowing what the Bush Doctrine is when asked by a reporter, and then people get angry at the reporter for asking you such a "trick question," while being black and merely refusing to give one-word answers to the queries of Bill O'Reilly means you're dodging the question, or trying to seem overly intellectual and nuanced.?
White privilege is being able to claim your experience as a POW has anything at all to do with your fitness for president, while being black and experiencing racism is, as Sarah Palin has referred to it a "light" burden.?
And finally, white privilege is the only thing that could possibly allow someone to become president when he has voted with George W. Bush 90 percent of the time, even as unemployment is skyrocketing, people are losing their homes, inflation is rising, and the U.S. is increasingly isolated from world opinion, just because white voters aren't sure about that whole "change" thing. Ya know, it's just too vague and ill-defined, unlike, say, four more years of the same, which is very concrete and certain…?
White privilege is, in short, the problem.
and my friend Laura forwarded this to me...
Not my writing below, but I approve this message.
Interesting, regardless of your political views.
I'm a little confused. Let me see if I have this straight... (I hope
I'm
not offending anyone)
If you grow up in Hawaii, raised by your grandparents, you're "exotic,
different."
Grow up in Alaska eating moose burgers, a quintessential American story.
If your name is Barack you're a radical, unpatriotic Muslim.
Name your kids Willow, Trig and Track, you're a maverick.
Graduate from Harvard law School and you are unstable.
Attend 5 different small colleges before graduating, you're well
grounded.
If you spend 3 years as a brilliant community organizer, become the
first black President of the Harvard Law Review, create a voter
registration drive that registers 150,000 new voters, spend 12 years as
a Constitutional Law professor, spend 8 years as a State Senator
representing a district with over 750,000 people, become chairman of the
state Senate's Health and Human Services committee, spend 4 years in the
United States Senate representing a state of 13 million people while
sponsoring 131 bills and serving on the Foreign Affairs, Environment and
Public Works and Veteran's Affairs committees, you don't have any real
leadership experience.
If your total resume is: local weather girl, 4 years on the city council
and 6 years as the mayor of a town with less than 7,000 people, 20
months as the governor of a state with only 650,000 people, then you're
qualified to become the country's second highest ranking executive.
If you have been married to the same woman for 19 years while raising 2
beautiful daughters, all within Protestant churches, you're not a real
Christian.
If you cheated on your first wife with a rich heiress, and left your
disfigured wife and married the heiress the next month, you're a
Christian.
If you teach responsible, age appropriate sex education, including the
proper use of birth control, you are eroding the fiber of society.
If, while governor, you staunchly advocate abstinence only, with no
other option in sex education in your state's school system while your
unwed teen daughter ends up pregnant, you're very responsible.
If your wife is a Harvard graduate lawyer who gave up a position in a
prestigious law firm to work for the betterment of her inner city
community, then gave that up to raise a family, your family's values
don't represent America's.
If you're husband is nicknamed "First Dude", with at least one
DWI conviction and no college education, who didn't register to vote until
age 25 and once was a member of a group that advocated the secession of
Alaska from the USA, your family is extremely admirable.
OK, much clearer now
Friday, September 12, 2008
Can One Person Save the Environment?
Well, Time Magazine thinks so...
and so do I!!!!
Here is their webspace dedicated to 51 Things WE Can Do To Save the Envirnoment!
I also liked this article about how by not eating meat, we can reduce greenhouse gasses.
Make a Change!
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Just got done reading the Catcher in the Rye
.
Hmm. Ok. I had read parts of it way back in the day,
but like most things im ASSIGNED to read, i didnt finish it.
It was good, well, it was ok. i can see why many high schools
make it assigned reading to their youngsters, i can also see
why many people are outraged by it being assigned.
well anyway, if you havent read it, then read it.
it only takes a few days.
anyway, Holden Caufield, i salute you.
All morons hate it when you call them a moron.
~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye, Chapter 6
.
Hmm. Ok. I had read parts of it way back in the day,
but like most things im ASSIGNED to read, i didnt finish it.
It was good, well, it was ok. i can see why many high schools
make it assigned reading to their youngsters, i can also see
why many people are outraged by it being assigned.
well anyway, if you havent read it, then read it.
it only takes a few days.
anyway, Holden Caufield, i salute you.
All morons hate it when you call them a moron.
~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye, Chapter 6
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
The BIG 6! (Izzes Birthday!)
Well, it happened.
It sucks when OTHER people have a birthday and it makes YOU feel older.
Now I know how my parents always felt when I had a birthday.
My baby girl turned 6 last Friday. Damn -- SIX!
I can still remember the day she was born like it was yesterday.
Friday we celebrated by going out to our favorite southside Mexican hangout,
Chimichangas.
And Saturday was the day of the BIG PARTY.
We, and by we, I mean Isabel, Amanda, myself and like a whole mess of other kids and adults, went bowling
at Epiphany Lanes on the southside.
It was a good time, nobody got hurt, no body cried (except me, a little)
Ended up with WAY TOO MANY toys, like usual, but we'll figure it out.
It was a good time had by all!
It sucks when OTHER people have a birthday and it makes YOU feel older.
Now I know how my parents always felt when I had a birthday.
My baby girl turned 6 last Friday. Damn -- SIX!
I can still remember the day she was born like it was yesterday.
Friday we celebrated by going out to our favorite southside Mexican hangout,
Chimichangas.
And Saturday was the day of the BIG PARTY.
We, and by we, I mean Isabel, Amanda, myself and like a whole mess of other kids and adults, went bowling
at Epiphany Lanes on the southside.
It was a good time, nobody got hurt, no body cried (except me, a little)
Ended up with WAY TOO MANY toys, like usual, but we'll figure it out.
It was a good time had by all!
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
two of my favorites
here is a great little ditty that my boy jonah did about my man Barack
jonah says in his blog at www.jonahmatranga.com
jonah says in his blog at www.jonahmatranga.com
Jan 3, 2008...
A fun little tune, written mostly in an inspired, silly moment after watching 'The Devil and Daniel Johnston' and seeing Obama's victory speech in Iowa (linked at the bottom if you like). It's an exciting time, join in. I'm selling a download of it, sliding-scale style. Suggested price is $20.08 
, but obviously you can enter a more reasonable single-download price, anything you choose, all the way down to the normal download price of 79¢. Of course, all proceeds go to the Obama campaign.
Let's have fun with this and get involved.
everybody's talkin bout the change they can make
it's a big election year and it's a lot to take, so you can call them all liars and believe who you wanna
and i believe barack obama
the world is such a big place, plenty scary and confusing, all the crazy ways we're saying and the crazy things we're using, it's too easy to just give up and run and sleep and tell your mama, so i believe barack obama
crazy fundamentalists on the left and on the right
i'm lookin for inclusion, i'm not lookin for a fight
i don't pretend to know what's true, i just know that you don't either, and you don't get to put me down just because you call yourself a true believer
and there's a guy right now who feels the same, and he deserves a lot of commas
yea i believe barack obama
patient, so sincere, plenty driven, super-clear,
heartfelt, big vision, grateful, not afraid of fear,
a long list doesn't do it, you've just gotta
hear him when he says it, feel it in your heart,
remember what it was like before we came apart,
i don't believe bush or clinton when they talk about osama, but i believe barack obama
like mary j i say no more drama
and i believe barack obama
i believe in new things, comma,
and i believe barack obama
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