Ford Trucks – Preferred by Cavemen and Thieves

According to Mayor Nenshi of the City of Calgary, Alberta, (Canada’s oil capital), people who drive Ford F350 pick-up trucks are cavemen:

… what I am interested in is helping everyone in Canada understand that we here in Alberta are not just a bunch of F350 driving cavemen… that we believe strongly in the environment, we believe strongly in the economy and we believe in financial and environment prosperity for all Canadians.
– Mayor Nenshi –

The Mayor didn’t elaborate on whether he thought all non-Ford truck drivers are cavemen too, but a number of truck drivers were somewhat offended at being called a caveman. A few managers of Ford dealerships, however, thanked the Mayor for what was, in essence, free publicity.

It was rather short-sighted of the Mayor to malign truck drivers, since over half of Alberta’s GDP comes from Agriculture, Construction, Energy, Manufacturing, Transportation, Utilities, Business and Commercial Services. Who supplies the manpower for these jobs? People who  drive big equipment, including pick-up trucks.

It isn’t just Albertans who drive Ford’s F-Series trucks. It has been Canada’s best-selling vehicle for eight consecutive years. Even thieves in Alberta like Fords. In 2018, the 2006 F-250 pickup was the No. 1 most stolen vehicle ahead of the 2004, 2006 and 2007 models of the F-350.

The Car Guy ‘steers’ clear of Fords. Guess what he drives!?
“If you can’t Dodge it, RAM it!”
“How do you make a Ford go faster? Hook it to the back of my RAM.”
“Grab life by the horns.”

Mildly Amusing Missives #5

The Lighter Side of Arts, Crafts and Leisure Activities

I’m a ‘jack of all trades’ in the crafts department. I’ve never stuck with anything long enough to get really good at it… except for collecting quotes. Here are the ones about Arts and Crafts.

On the Crafts front, I’ve been collecting red Tim’s Iced Capp straws (so I can keep them out of where ever discarded straws go in my prairie province.) I wasn’t sure what to make out of them until I saw this sculpture by the artist David Moreno who makes these out of steel rods. I think I could use my red straws for a project like this – I have just about enough straws for the house on the far left…

In some Future Time or State

I believe in the hereafter.
Every time I walk into a room, I ask, “What am I here after?”
Andrew’s View of the Week

Grapefruit and the Post Office

We have a grapefruit tree at the Arizona house. Sometimes the fruit is oddly shaped, but it is delicious. I am more than optimistic that there will be enough fruit to last me until we go home, in addition to the fruit we will take to the post office every few days. No, we don’t mail it. Our post office simply has a box on a bench near the door where people share their fruit harvest.

Our post office also has an ‘alpha box’. This is a series of ‘pigeon holes’, each with a letter of the alphabet on it. You can ‘mail’ letters to anyone in our community (without buying postage) by putting them in the appropriate alpha box.

A Great Horned Owl on the Fence

It is impossible to not be optimistic about life when a Great Horned Owl sits on your fence.

He respects Owl, because you can’t help respecting anybody who can spell TUESDAY, even if he doesn’t spell it right.
– A. A. Milne –

How to Know When a Politician is Out of Touch

Catherine McKenna is Canada’s Minister of Environment and Climate Change. She was lamenting about the cold. She had apparently not noticed how cold Canada gets every winter.

What examples have you heard where politicians in your community appear to have lost touch with common sense?

One Thing Leads to Another – Telemarketers

We are kind of like this dog when it comes to our home phone. Even though we know that 99% of the time a ringing home phone is a telemarketer, we still go over to the phone to check the call display!

Apparently, the best way to get a telemarketer to stop calling you is to say: “Please put me on your do not call list.” Don’t give them any other information. Don’t engage with them. Don’t get upset.

One of my daughters used to respond to telemarketers by immediately putting her Small Child on the phone. Small Child was always full of questions and observations. Telemarketers with heavy foreign accents were easy prey for a boy without much of a filter between his young brain and his mouth.

Sticks and Car Shows

My name is Ghost. I am this blogger’s Grand-dog. I’m still a puppy. A really big puppy.
The two-leggers take me to Car Shows. When we aren’t looking at cars, they tie me to the bumper of their Mustang. Then they give me a stick.

I chew the stick while I think about pulling the bumper right off the car. I think I could do that if I really wanted to.

It is one thing to think I could do it. It is another thing to think about what would happen if I did do it… Treats and tummy rubs might be in short supply for a while.

Last week I forgot I was attached to the weaker of the two-leggers. I pulled on the leash too hard, and the two-legger tipped turtle. She scraped her knee. No treats and tummy rubs for the rest of the morning.

When I’m older, will the scent of a rabbit be tempered with anything? Will I ever have control over what my nose tells me to do?

I used to look at Smokey and think, “If you were a little smarter you could tell me what you were thinking,” and he’d look at me like he was saying, “If you were a little smarter, I wouldn’t have to.”
– Fred Jungclaus –

Faces in the Car Show Crowd

January and February are the best time of the year for the car buffs in Arizona! This year The Car Guy went to Russo and Steele, Silver Auction at Fort McDowell and the Fountain Hills Concours in the Hills. He would have gone to Barrett-Jackson too, but got tired of trying to find a place to park.

Silver Auctions At Fort McDowell
Chrysler Town and Country
Fountain Hills Car Show
Triumph TR250
Fountain Hills Car Show
Shelby Cobra
Fountain Hills Car Show
Ford Ratrod

I also used several filters on the same photos – the faces are not nearly so recognizable: Faces at the Car Show.

This week’s WordPress.com Photo Challenge is A Face in the Crowd.

Transmogrify – The Rat Rods and Transformation

On March 23, 1987, cartoonist Bill Watterson introduced his readers to ‘The Transmogrifier’. In appearance, it looked like a cardboard box, but in the hands of Calvin and Hobbes, it was a miraculous change agent.

Calvin: You step into this chamber, set the appropriate dials, and it turns you into whatever you’d like to be.
Hobbes: It’s amazing what they can do with corrugated cardboard these days.
– Bill Watterson –

‘Transmogrify’ was a new word to me, but the dictionary says it has been with us since the 1650’s. It means ‘to change into something very different, especially in a way that is funny or strange’.

I can’t think of a better world to describe the cars below – the Rat Rods. They are built from salvaged parts and random trinkets. No two would ever be alike!

Above all, rat rods are built to be enjoyed and driven. They are a mechanic’s art form that allow each builder to think outside the box.
– Tara Hurlin –

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I can’t get The Car Guy interested in building one of these cars. His transmogrify box must be broken…

555-henry garden sculpture

We have done our own small transmogrifying project though. A visit to a friends’ farm revealed a wealth of metal scraps. I chose rakes for some wings, a big spring and a length of rebar for the backbone, a hinge for the beak, some nails for a tail, and some bits that I don’t even know what they once were, for the rest of the body. Once our Friendly Farmer Friend welded the bits together for me, I decided  my creation was a chicken. I named her Henrietta. Some time later, The Car Guy and FFF made a slight modification to Henrietta. They added a bolt and a couple of nuts… and that is how my chicken became Henry.

What do you think of when you hear the word Transmogrify?

This weeks WordPress Photo Challenge is Transmogrify.