" The Reality of It All "

It seems that the Media has taken complete control of our entire life. THEY tell us what us to hear, THEY tell us what to read, THEY tell us what to see, THEY tell us what to think. It is everything from the government to the reality shows. THEY zero in on one subject and that is all there is for the next month, months and even years. There is no such thing as journalism anymore I guess. It used to be that reporters scrambled for new news. Try to beat deadlines. Actually lived up to the title of News Persons. Now, now all we have are a bunch of wannabe's. They say the same thing over and over and over. And if someone try's to comment on whatever thing is in the lime light, that person is belittled and quickly shut up. You have no opinion because the so called New Person is right, always right no matter what. Just ask Nancy Grace for one. So, the singer is dead and you would have thought that would come to an end. Nope, there is going to be more to the story even if it never turns out anyone is guilty, THEY will probe and accuse and belittle and keep saying the same thing over and over and over. And then if that is not enough to drive you to the brink of insanity THEY have one on the back burner...a reality show gone bad..Really? hhmmmmmm you put your family on display for those who watch this crap and you live, fight and show everyone who you are. Gee, did it not work out the way everyone would have thought it would? Nope, separation and the kids are going to suffer. You dumb anus's, did you not think this stuff would effect the kids? And now, Octamom is going to have her own show.

Okay, I have figured out away for me to be enlightened about all this. I am gonna film Ruth Ann and I as we go about our normal daily chores on the road. You know, ...driving, sleeping, eating ,reading and playing on the computers. Then, with great anticipation of seeing something really awesome, we will watch our own reality movie the next day. Hmmmmmm, what the heck. There is nothing really all that interesting. Just two people living and doing what they do everyday. How come we can't get sponsors and T. V. shows? Our film is no different form any of the others. Ours is just as dumb. Where's the money.

Like I said, THEY are in control of our information. I think you all would have enjoyed our little movie of reality.


You all be safe.....................later, Brad

" Our Alternative Child "

Never has those three words struck home or been any more true then they have in the past two days. If anyone knows us in the slightess, they know how we feel about Baby Girl. She is with us 99% percent of the time. She is in every sense of the words our Alternative Child.

She had a Vet. appointment when we came home this time to have some dental work done. Three days before the appointment we had to give her this god awful tasting medicine twice a day. Me trying to hold her while Ruth Ann squirted an eye droppper of the dreaded liquid into her mouth was a mix of strength, balancing act, self-defense and comedy show. As soon as the deed was done we offered tithes of treats to help her get the taste out of her mouth and while she gobbled them down you could hear what sounded like degrading remarks of us under her breath.

So, the big day came and Ruth ann took her to the Vet to have the work done. Minor procedure......" NOT "!!!!!!! After she was put under for the extractions things went wrong....very, very, very wrong. Baby Girl went into Cardiac Arrest and flat lined. After a minute of not breathing and many attemps of trying to get to a vein they were able to bring her back. We were at my eye Doctors when we found this out. We rushed to the Vet's office to be there with her. They brought her our for us to see....the mood was that " This could be our last time "...and the sight of her yelled that mood. She was breathing in paused rasps, her little body limp and her tiny tongue hanging out of her mouth.

The doctor could not even give us her chance of making it. That night we had to take her to a emergency clinic about 35 miles from home, one we had never been to nor knew the people there. This had to be done so she could be put in a incubator to bring her body temp back up and for someone to be there to keep a watch on her in case she had another seizure. We got no sleep that night form being worried and checking in with the clinic through out the night. The next morning we had to pick her up and take her back to the Vet for them to check her out. When we first got to the clinic they brought her out and she just looked at us in a blank stare then she reconized us and was very happy to see us whith her way of hugs and kisses. The Vet looked her over and gave us the okay to take her home, and to call her if we noticed anything abnormal.

These last couple of days have been over-whelmingly hard on Ruth Ann and I to say nothing what it has been on Baby girl. We have cried and worried. I have been mad at the situtation. To say that Baby Girl is our Alternative Child is an understatement. People joke about how we treat her and spoil her and I guess at one time in my life before Baby Girl I would have also. But, after these last few days there will never be anything too good for her.

Thank God, our Baby is still with us.



You all be safe.............Later, Brad

"Not enough said yet"

The 1st amendment gives us the right to free speech. I, for one, use that right to the max. I am all for the idea to be able to speak your mind. That said, let me unload. If you do not like what I am about to say, then you have the right of the 1st amendment also.

MICHEAL JACKSON aka Pedophile, creep, wanna be white guy, jerk, idiot and all around pervert.

He is dead, get over it. He made a couple of good songs, big friggin deal..He is not a great role model, he is not a great person, he did not bring whites and blacks together.

Six people all died just about the same time, all famous people. Five were white and then you have him. There was hardly any mention for the other five. HHHMmmmmmmm, what's up with that?

Then you have all the so called mourners, the celebrities, the Jocks and of course the "Reverends".

If the media would just do a story then let it the hell alone, we would not have to hear about this 24/7. He is dead and the media needs to get a life.

If you want to give thanks then thank God he is dead.


Now, I wish I could put these people on one of those icebergs that have broken away because of the "Global Warming".............Nancy Grace, George W, Chaney, all of the Reality shows, Fox network, Jessie Jackson, Al Sharpton, Nancy Polozie, Sara Pallin, American Idol, Dancing with Stars, Conan O'Brian, 99% of the people that work for the company I do......I am sure there are some I am forgetting....(oh, by the way..I don't care enough about these people to make sure I spelled their names right)....just put them on that iceberg and send them adrift. If they slip off, to bad.


So, now I have vented.



You all be safe............later, Brad

"Pig roast....kindda"

Do you remember when you never thought about what might happen if you got caught? Do you remember those glorious days when fun was your only goal. Huh?? huh??..do you remember..huh? My life as a child was in the constant search of that goal, no matter what. And the boys I hung around with had the same goals. We did all the crazy stuff that boys do...race trains to the other side of the tressel, pee on flood lights, start earth moving equipment and run..put cats in mail boxes and then knock on the door and run. You know, crazy, fun stuff.

So, one day we decided that we would all steal, well, lets say sneak, cigaretts from our parents and then after school be would all have a good ole group smoke. All thru class we were in anticipation of the get out of school bell ringing. There was this place not far from shcool that we had picked to light-up, sit back and enjoy our great caper. It was a home for un-wed mothers and it was surrounded by farm land and in the middle of the farm land was a old pig pen that consisited of a small building that could house the four of us with room to spare.

We snuck thru the tall weeds like we were on a covert mission of some kind. We were, the mission of "Light em if you got em". We reached the pig pen and in we went. we looked at each other and laughed and then we got down to the business at hand. We each pulled out our bounty from our pockets and showed them to one another as it they were precious treasures. Even Mike, the one year older guy..the biggest and meanest..the one we all kinda was a little scared of...said he was proud of us and he took out his lighter..we all only had matches..and lit each of our smokes. Wow, how cool is that. So, there we were, laying back kidding, laughing and smoking. We are ssooo grown-up. Well, that one is almost done, time to light another. We watched Mike as he used one cigarrett to light another and we did the same. Now, that was really neat, did not even have to use a match. We all lit new ones and threw the other ones to the ground in the pig pen. As we were enjoying smoke number two, the pen began to fill with smoke, we looked in the corner and a small fire had started in the dead weeds and was growing fast. Quick, put it out. So, we all had the same idea at the same time, smother it, what with..why of course, our school books. HHmmmmm, only worked for a second, then they too were on fire. Holly Crap..get out get out get out. We all ran across the field as the pig pen went up in flames...pig pen and our school books. We got to a point were we stopped and could hear sirens in the back ground getting louder. We split up and went to our homes. I ran in and went to my room and closed the door. My Mom asked if I was ok and I said yes I wanted to change so I could go out and play. I did not come out. About a half hour later my Mom opened my door and told me to get in the living room right now. I did and there stood a Police Officer holding what was the remains of what looked like a school book. It was all charred. The officer opened the book and looked at it and then asked..Are you Ralph Lee Bradbury? My Mom looked at me, the Officer looked at me, I looked at the floor and in an almost whisper said yes. He said that they found several school books in a fire at the Home for un-wed mothers in and around a pig pen that had caught on fire and was wondering just how my school books had wound up there. I could not think of one thing to say other then saying....itwasnotonlymeitwasTom,AlandMikealsoandIdontknowhowithappenedandthatIwasverysorryandpleasedonttellDad. The officer said for me to go get in His car. We then went to Tom's house, then to Al's house. They were not happy with me and said they would get even. Then we pulled up in the drive way of Mike's house and Tom and Al both said at the same time, you have got to be kidding, you told the cop about Mike..man, you are dead meat. Mike had a Juvinile record already. We all blamed him for everything and said he made us come with him and he made us throw our books on the fire and the Officer sort of believed us and took us back to our house were we did not have to go to jail and where we only got the wrath of our parents. Wait mister Policeman, please take us to jail, dont take us home..please. Nope, you boys get to go home, not to jail. Mike, he went to a reformatory for about a year. when he got out,his family moved to another state. Thank God.

So, remember kids, if you are going to smoke do it in a open paved parking lot were there are no pig pens.



You all be safe............Later, Brad

"The Good, the Bad and the Brother"

Another great Christmas. I got all kinds of cool stuff..best of all, my Uncle Charles got me a real set of cowboy chaps. He got them in Texas. Wow..they are so neat. I also got a pair of six-shooters and holster and a cowboy hat. I looked and felt just like a real cowboy when I had everything on. Not only did I get the guns but I also got a bunch of box's of caps for them....bang bang bang bang...I was having so much fun. My brother, remember him..the one that does stuff to me? got a
rifle and a Indian head band with a feather and other kind of stuff that I did not even care to look at. My stuff was so much better. I was running around and shooting stuff and having a great time. He, the brother, said that we should go outside and play cowboy and Indian. I, without thinking it thru jumped at the idea of me shooting him. I asked if he had any caps and he said no that he would have to make a gun sound of some kind. HA HA HAHA HAHAHAHA...he has no caps..i have caps..my gun sounds will sound real..his will sound stupid and i will shoot him over and over and over...so the game begins...he goes one way and I go the other...I sneak around the house and see him hiding behind a tree...bang bang bang..I shoot...he yells you missed me and shoots back..kapow kapow...(me) kapow? hahaha that sounds so silly...bang bang..I shoot and run across the yard towards the garage so i can get the drop on him...he steps out from behind the tree and starts shooting me...ow ow owowowowowow..something is hurting me...HE HAS A B-B GUN...ow ow ow I turn to look back and zing..I get hit right in the nose...owowowowowowowwwwwww. Again....slow learner.




You all be safe..................later, Brad