In My House

I gave birth to this blog. It's mine. From inception it was intended as a gift to my grandchildren. I welcome all readers/visitors with an extended hand, and I hope, a warm smile. When a visitor enters my home I say,  "Please, have a seat and I'll pour the coffee."  I extend the same warm hand for this blog.

When one enters another person's home, and accepts their hospitality, it's rude to spit on the rug or leave tinkle stains all over the toilet.

Now I'm quite aware Southern hospitality and etiquette can be extremely difficult to understand and isn't practiced, for the most part, in other areas of our country - but common sense should be...it's all I ask.

Do not use foul language, please, when you leave a comment on my blog.

There is a very good chance my eight year old granddaughter will stumble upon it. Foul language, curse words, are normally spewed when one lacks a working vocabulary. I should know. As a young man decked out in my dress blues, draped over a bar or table with my fist filled with a bottle of beer I could cuss a blue streak. Yet, when in the presence of a lady or my elders, the rain of terror came to a complete halt. So I do understand. Class tells...

Thank you.

Stephen



   

A Must Read

From my friend and yours, Pissed.

Trust me, read it. Then pass it along.

This critter should have been thrown out of office years ago.

Stephen

For Matt

Dollars, not percentage...

Available now for as low as $4.49 over spot!
*Current Spot Price: $21.91
*Spot Price based on 1 troy oz

Above add from today's Gainesville Coins.

Stephen

Time to Jump

Silver is down. As its price falls, now is the time to jump on the band wagon and dollar cost average.

Settle on a routine - make incremental purchases either weekly or monthly. I tend to slide the odd ounce or two in my old leather pouch weekly.

Pictured below are two examples of my weakness. Each holds one ounce of .999 fine silver with a premium value on the fact both are fairly rare. 

Your grandchildren will, one day soon, appreciate your efforts.

Stephen

Grin and Bear It

When as a child if I complained to my grandfather, whether of aches and pains, or any other problem, he'd always say, "Grin and bear it, boy."

So this evening I'm taking his advice. I'll not complain nor make excuses. Suffice it to say I've had a long hard week. This blog surely requires my attention, just not this evening.

Goodnight.

Stephen

Resiliency

Then came the morning after.

Stephen

The Bank and I

Spent an hour at my bank early this morning. Seems if I agree to make at least three online bill payments the Spanish owned holder of my funds will graciously forgive service charges on my business account.

The young banking nerd spent a few minutes with me and when I walked from the building I was an official computer qualified geek. His parting words were, "It's easy."

With a smile on my face I drive to the shop and spend the next two hours on my computer. Didn't work. I climbed on the phone and spent another half hour, or so, talking to a sweet young thing and she again walks me thru the process of logging into my business account. I disconnect from the phone and correctly caress the keys and am granted access to my account. Tried the bill pay feature.

Fail.

Screw it. I like paper checks. Slap a bit of ink on 'em and they're ready to ride.

I've been told computers make our life easier. I'm waiting...

Stephen