Over the weekend, Nickelodeon hosted it's 21st annual Kids' Choice Awards.
With no surprise, Miley Cyrus was the big winner taking honours for favorite female singer and television actress.
Now, I'll admit, I'd watched "Hannah Montana" with my kids on a few occasions and yes this girl does indeed have talent.
A decent actress and possessing a great singing voice for someone her age, she had recently been quoted as saying she was "a good role model for kids".
I'd agreed, up until I heard she was quoted during her acceptance speech as thanking "my lord and savior Jesus Christ".
If you want to be a good role model, people should remember you for your actions, and not so much your words.
However, by using this quote in front of millions of impressionable children, it's nothing more than a form of pushing your ideals on others. And isn't that what religion has mostly been doing for thousands of years?
Now, I don't want to get off on a rant here (thank you Dennis Miller), but religion is nothing more than a bunch of stories that people take to heart. Which to a certain extent is ok I suppose.
If you want to believe that a woman got pregnant with out any physical help from a man, fine.
If you want to believe that a man once parted a sea hundreds of miles long and hundreds of feet deep, so be it.
But if you want to tell me that yours is the only religion to follow and if I don't I'll spend the rest of my afterlife in a purgatory of unimaginable horrors, well then we have a problem.
Now, before you go off saying "I bet he's never set FOOT in a Church or even know what 'we're' all about", hold on there Skippy. Let me 'enlighten' ya.
My Father is Lutheran and my Mother, Presbyterian.
Growing up, they never really pushed either religion on me, but let me choose my own path. As a child, when visiting my Grandparents, we'd attend mass.
Later in life, I'd have the occasion I'd go to a Catholic service now and then.
But when I was in High School, I'd experience my first negative experience dealing with "The Church". (and no:it had nothing to do with an alter boy and a priest).
I was seeing this girl (uh oh......here it comes), and she talked me into visiting her church with her.
I forget the denomination, but that doesn't really matter.
A short time passed and her mother found out I was attending "her Church".
Well now, this didn't set well with the "woman from the old country" and during one service she sat behind me and harassed me threatening to "call the police and have me removed".
She did this quietly enough, but after the service ended, the pastor approached me and asked what had transpired.
After telling him, he asked me to join him, and one of the "Elders". (yea.....this is getting good).
So there the three of us sat. In the office of the pastor in a triangle formation.
I don't exactly remember how it came to be, but there I was beginning to have a makeshift "confessional" whereas I was asking forgiveness for creating turmoil in this girls' mothers life!
Ok, say it with me now:WHAT THE HOLY HELL FUCK??!!
The next time I actually set foot in a Church was several years later when my now ex-brother in-law had his son baptized.
This, I believe, was a Catholic Church.
The part that stands out for me most is the way the congregation 'acted'.
It was a large, modern church. You know, the kind you see on television with the televangelist speaking his rederict on "stage" and all the sheep in the crowd lapping it all up.
Anyway, I guess there's part of "Catholic rederict" where the Father/Pastor/Preacher (whatever) recites scripture and the congregation answers with remembered text. In a way, it's kind of neat getting everyone to remember the same dialog time and time again.
The part that KILLS me is how they speak.
NOT with heartfelt emotion.
NOT with any passion in what they are saying.
But in comparison, anyone ever seen Star Trek:The Next Generation?
More specifically, anyone familiar with "The Borg"?
These people respond to the "Leader" in a monotone, unwavering single voice!
There is no distinction of singularity. No individuals.
You'd think if these people believed what they were saying, I mean, really BELIEVED what they were saying, they'd put forth some sort of effort into it!
I guess my point is this: while people of prominence can be considered a role model, take care in listening to what they actually say.
Ok, so that's not really my point.
Maybe I have no point other than another opportunity to rip up on the Catholic Church.
But good golly miss miley:be a role model, but watch what you say!
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
Death. It's so............final..........
For those of you who don’t know, my family suffered a loss:Squeak has passed away.
What sucks is he was only six months old.
Being a grown man (says so on my drivers license) losing a hamster should be no big deal. But it seems, it’s getting to me more than I realized.
See, it started out that my boys’ cousin’s hamster was about to have babies and she offered each boy a baby.
Their mother said it was up to me being she didn’t want "a rat in her house".
Of course I said ok.
Turned out that only one hamster was to be had by both boys, which was ok with Austin.
So even though he was supposed to be the boys’ pet, Dad ended up caring for Squeak.
It was rather enjoyable tending to him (I hadn’t had a pet since I was a child).
I fed him, cleaned his cage, and ’entertained’ him.
And it was nice coming downstairs in the morning, to be greeting by Squeak waiting for his morning food.
And over a short period of time, I found myself wishing him a "good morning", or telling him "see you at lunch time" and even saying "night Squeak" on a nightly basis.
Tonight was the first night in six months I’d not been able to wish him a good night, and it kinda bummed me out a little.
I’ll miss ya little buddy.
What sucks is he was only six months old.
Being a grown man (says so on my drivers license) losing a hamster should be no big deal. But it seems, it’s getting to me more than I realized.
See, it started out that my boys’ cousin’s hamster was about to have babies and she offered each boy a baby.
Their mother said it was up to me being she didn’t want "a rat in her house".
Of course I said ok.
Turned out that only one hamster was to be had by both boys, which was ok with Austin.
So even though he was supposed to be the boys’ pet, Dad ended up caring for Squeak.
It was rather enjoyable tending to him (I hadn’t had a pet since I was a child).
I fed him, cleaned his cage, and ’entertained’ him.
And it was nice coming downstairs in the morning, to be greeting by Squeak waiting for his morning food.
And over a short period of time, I found myself wishing him a "good morning", or telling him "see you at lunch time" and even saying "night Squeak" on a nightly basis.
Tonight was the first night in six months I’d not been able to wish him a good night, and it kinda bummed me out a little.
I’ll miss ya little buddy.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Tattoos and you
I currently have three tattoos and I already know four more that I want to have done in the near future. But if you ask my mom, I've already got three more than I should have.
The funny thing is, I'm going to turn forty this year and my mother still tells me her opinion on stuff like this.
Basically, her outlook is "you don't want to be an old man with tattoos all over your body, do you?".
So, ok, it's a valid point. But, do you think when Ozzy was getting his tattoos, he thought about how he'd look when he got into his 80's? (on a personal note, I think a lot of us are surprised he's lasted this long!).
Or what about Kerry King?
The man has tribal artwork stretching from each side of his head to each arm.
Do you think he's really worried about how he's going to appear to others when he gets older?
Everyone has their own reason for getting inked.
In 19th Century Europe it was fashionable among some sections of the upper class to have discreet tattoos, of family crests and other aristocratic emblems.
I recently read an article that had this quote:
"For some women, the most popular explanation of the motive for getting a tattoo is about "reasserting control over your own body". In a Western world where body image, plastic surgery, anorexia and the depiction of women is a topic of daily debate, tattoos represent a different current of thought."
So it's about personalization. It's about self expression. It's about doing something that you actually want to do. It used to be considered taboo, but now it's become so mainstream, that even Ozzy Osbourne is to have told his daughter, Kelly, 'If you want to be different, don't get a tattoo '.
It seems that our generation has been introduced to something that, having been around for centuries in some form or another, has become more acceptable among mainstream society.
I for one look forward to being put in an "old folks home" surrounded by other old fogies that are all inked up. It might actually bring a new type of "rest home" where there truly is no rest for the wicked.
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Monday, March 03, 2008
another loss to the music world
I'll just let the story speak for itself:
TORONTO - Blind rock and jazz musician Jeff Healey has died after a lifelong battle against cancer. He was 41.
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Healey died Sunday evening in a Toronto hospital, said bandmate Colin Bray, who was in the room with Healey's family when the guitarist died.
The Grammy-nominated Healey rose to stardom as the leader of the Jeff Healey Band, a rock-oriented trio that gained international acclaim and platinum record sales with the 1988 album "See the Light." The album included the hit single "Angel Eyes."
Healey had battled cancer since age 1, when a rare form of retinal cancer known as Retinoblastoma claimed his eyesight.
Due to his blindness, Healey taught himself to play guitar by laying the instrument across his lap.
His unique playing style, combined with his blues-oriented vocals, earned him a reputation as a teenage musical prodigy. He shared stages with George Harrison, B.B. King and Stevie Ray Vaughan.
Bray said he and many others expected the guitarist to rally from this latest illness.
"I don't think any of us thought this was going to happen," Bray said. "We just thought he was going to bounce back as he always does."
Healey had undergone numerous operations in recent years to remove tumors from his lungs and leg.
Bray and fellow bandmate Gary Scriven remembered their frontman as a musician of rare abilities with a generous nature and wicked sense of humor.
Healey's true love was jazz, the genre that dominated his three most recent albums.
His love of jazz led him to host radio shows in Canada where he spun long-forgotten numbers from his personal collection of over 30,000 vinyl records.
His death came weeks before the release of his first rock album in eight years.
"Mess of Blues" is slated for a North American release on April 22.
He is survived by his wife, Christie, and two children.
TORONTO - Blind rock and jazz musician Jeff Healey has died after a lifelong battle against cancer. He was 41.
ADVERTISEMENT
Healey died Sunday evening in a Toronto hospital, said bandmate Colin Bray, who was in the room with Healey's family when the guitarist died.
The Grammy-nominated Healey rose to stardom as the leader of the Jeff Healey Band, a rock-oriented trio that gained international acclaim and platinum record sales with the 1988 album "See the Light." The album included the hit single "Angel Eyes."
Healey had battled cancer since age 1, when a rare form of retinal cancer known as Retinoblastoma claimed his eyesight.
Due to his blindness, Healey taught himself to play guitar by laying the instrument across his lap.
His unique playing style, combined with his blues-oriented vocals, earned him a reputation as a teenage musical prodigy. He shared stages with George Harrison, B.B. King and Stevie Ray Vaughan.
Bray said he and many others expected the guitarist to rally from this latest illness.
"I don't think any of us thought this was going to happen," Bray said. "We just thought he was going to bounce back as he always does."
Healey had undergone numerous operations in recent years to remove tumors from his lungs and leg.
Bray and fellow bandmate Gary Scriven remembered their frontman as a musician of rare abilities with a generous nature and wicked sense of humor.
Healey's true love was jazz, the genre that dominated his three most recent albums.
His love of jazz led him to host radio shows in Canada where he spun long-forgotten numbers from his personal collection of over 30,000 vinyl records.
His death came weeks before the release of his first rock album in eight years.
"Mess of Blues" is slated for a North American release on April 22.
He is survived by his wife, Christie, and two children.
Monday, February 04, 2008
It just takes on rotten egg.......
Saturday Night, I actually went out, again, in public!
An area DJ service played in an area tavern.
I'd never heard this particular 'service', but their reputation for putting on a "good time" preceded them.
Once inside, I was surprised by the crowd.
The age ranged from "appearing to be just out of High School", to "well past retirement".
I must say, it was crowded, the music was loud, but man what a great time!
That was, until my "party" left.
It was around 12:30 or so I think, and the couple that I was with made it outside the door a few moments before I did.
Once outside, I spotted a woman to my left, sitting on a bar stool, who appeared to be crying, with a small group of women consoling her.
"Must have gotten dumped" was my first thought.
It wasn't the first time I'd seen a woman crying towards the end of the evening at a bar. But something was different this time.
I immediately noticed another small group of people to my right and just up
by the sidewalk a male was on his knees, 'tossing' snow into his face while a woman knelt beside him, aiding him.
My friends yelled at me to "come on man!", and when I caught up to them I found out someone had JUST sprayed pepper spray in the vicinity of the front door to the establishment.
Details are sketchy after that fact due to speaking to different people the next day.
But the bottom line sounds like a "well known female trouble maker" was the culprit.
Why she did it, or if she had a specific target is unknown.
Now, I want to stop there and comment that I rarely get out, but then I do, I expect to have a good time.
The past few times I've gone out have been in the smaller area bars.
Sure, you expect to see the guy who's sloshed out of his mind trying to dance or the shit faced girl hitting on someone's boyfriend.
But to have a psychotic spraying toxics just for kicks?
What the fuck?!
When I go out, I want to have a good time, knock a few back, maybe check out a few good looking women (without actually interacting with them......cuz I'm a nerd), but NOT have to worry about my safety.
But I suppose that's the chance you take.
As of today, no charges have been filed, yet.
An area DJ service played in an area tavern.
I'd never heard this particular 'service', but their reputation for putting on a "good time" preceded them.
Once inside, I was surprised by the crowd.
The age ranged from "appearing to be just out of High School", to "well past retirement".
I must say, it was crowded, the music was loud, but man what a great time!
That was, until my "party" left.
It was around 12:30 or so I think, and the couple that I was with made it outside the door a few moments before I did.
Once outside, I spotted a woman to my left, sitting on a bar stool, who appeared to be crying, with a small group of women consoling her.
"Must have gotten dumped" was my first thought.
It wasn't the first time I'd seen a woman crying towards the end of the evening at a bar. But something was different this time.
I immediately noticed another small group of people to my right and just up
by the sidewalk a male was on his knees, 'tossing' snow into his face while a woman knelt beside him, aiding him.
My friends yelled at me to "come on man!", and when I caught up to them I found out someone had JUST sprayed pepper spray in the vicinity of the front door to the establishment.
Details are sketchy after that fact due to speaking to different people the next day.
But the bottom line sounds like a "well known female trouble maker" was the culprit.
Why she did it, or if she had a specific target is unknown.
Now, I want to stop there and comment that I rarely get out, but then I do, I expect to have a good time.
The past few times I've gone out have been in the smaller area bars.
Sure, you expect to see the guy who's sloshed out of his mind trying to dance or the shit faced girl hitting on someone's boyfriend.
But to have a psychotic spraying toxics just for kicks?
What the fuck?!
When I go out, I want to have a good time, knock a few back, maybe check out a few good looking women (without actually interacting with them......cuz I'm a nerd), but NOT have to worry about my safety.
But I suppose that's the chance you take.
As of today, no charges have been filed, yet.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Once upon a time........................
I can remember a time when things in my life were much, much different.
So what has happened?
Where has "that guy" been hiding all this time?
Which pair of underwear should I wear today?
I can actually remember when I was happy. Truly happy.
You know that feeling you get when your standing on top of a plateau, with the wind gently blowing through your hair, your chisled body glistening in the sunshine all the while a thousand naked virgins throw thawed out mackerals at you?
Ok, so maybe you don't.
My point is, we all have a period of our lives when we are in a state of bliss.
And then one day, you wake up and that feeling is gone.
Your plateau has crumbled to the ground.
Your hair has fallen out.
Your chisled body has become renovated by the local landfill, and all those virgins are no longer 'pure' and are throwing frozen grouse your way.
It can also be compared to how an animal is taken from the wild, placed in a "controlled environment" and is now public entertainment.
Things have got to change.
They simply must in order to do more than just 'survive' the daily grind.
So now, I am forced to decide to actually MAKE 2008 "great".
If I don't, I am not doing anyone any good:not me, my family, friends, or those I am sworn to protect in the fight against scum and villinany.
If only I could get the dry cleaners to stop putting startch in my tights.
So what has happened?
Where has "that guy" been hiding all this time?
Which pair of underwear should I wear today?
I can actually remember when I was happy. Truly happy.
You know that feeling you get when your standing on top of a plateau, with the wind gently blowing through your hair, your chisled body glistening in the sunshine all the while a thousand naked virgins throw thawed out mackerals at you?
Ok, so maybe you don't.
My point is, we all have a period of our lives when we are in a state of bliss.
And then one day, you wake up and that feeling is gone.
Your plateau has crumbled to the ground.
Your hair has fallen out.
Your chisled body has become renovated by the local landfill, and all those virgins are no longer 'pure' and are throwing frozen grouse your way.
It can also be compared to how an animal is taken from the wild, placed in a "controlled environment" and is now public entertainment.
Things have got to change.
They simply must in order to do more than just 'survive' the daily grind.
So now, I am forced to decide to actually MAKE 2008 "great".
If I don't, I am not doing anyone any good:not me, my family, friends, or those I am sworn to protect in the fight against scum and villinany.
If only I could get the dry cleaners to stop putting startch in my tights.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
It all makes perfect sense now.......
For years, I've felt like something was off with me. And now I know the cause of my being out of sorts........
Who could imagine a world where ONLY Big Bird could see the Suffalupagus,......
Who could imagine a world where ANYBODY living in a trash can on a city street could be justifiably Grouchy,...
Who could imagine a world where two grown (closeted?) men could live in a downstairs apartment on an city street in NY and occasionally get on each other's nerves,...
I am a 39 Year-old Victim of Sesame Street,....
I am emotionally scarred by the experience,....
Jesus,.... we all really need to get over ourselves,.... It's friggin' Sesame Street for crying out loud.
I love old Marx Brothers movies, and cringe at some of the old 'Happy Negro' song & dance scenes in them,... but would rail against their being removed from those movies.
Revisionist history will bite us all in the ass at some point.
*gets off soap-box*
Who could imagine a world where ONLY Big Bird could see the Suffalupagus,......
Who could imagine a world where ANYBODY living in a trash can on a city street could be justifiably Grouchy,...
Who could imagine a world where two grown (closeted?) men could live in a downstairs apartment on an city street in NY and occasionally get on each other's nerves,...
I am a 39 Year-old Victim of Sesame Street,....
I am emotionally scarred by the experience,....
Jesus,.... we all really need to get over ourselves,.... It's friggin' Sesame Street for crying out loud.
I love old Marx Brothers movies, and cringe at some of the old 'Happy Negro' song & dance scenes in them,... but would rail against their being removed from those movies.
Revisionist history will bite us all in the ass at some point.
*gets off soap-box*
Monday, November 12, 2007
sage advice
yesterday, someone told me "all you gotta do is lower your standards, find some woman to move in with ya and 1/2 your bills are taken care of!"
sad part is, they were serious.
sad part is, they were serious.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
just another rant
I've worked at the same company for 11 years now, and never once (along with others that have worked there for longer) received a raise based on merit.
The raises I have received started out as "department" or "positional bumps", but not soon after, the lessor employees will receive a wage increase to "keep up with the times", thus in effect negating my "wage bonus".
Well, it has happened again.
The company president, in the name of "remaining competitive for employees", has bumped the starting wage up another 30 cents. Of course in the onset, this is dispersed amongst the entire shop (which incidentally consists of only 30 workers).
Now for the downside. Insurance is going up as well.
He didn't really explain it very well, and most of us are able to read between the lines though he doesn't give us that credit, but with the rising costs of medical care, we are being increased by almost 110% payments.
So, in a nutshell, while my weekly take home has increased by a mere $8, my weekly health payment is increasing by nearly $32.
Being a single parent with only one income (having not acquired a mate) is becoming increasingly hard.
While I want to be able to provide a decent lifestyle not only for myself but my children when they stay with me, I'm beginning to wonder how much longer I will be able to.
To add insult to injury (on a personal level), my younger son informed me that while his mother and stepfather recently had to get rid of their German Shepard (for allegedly biting a neighbor lady), they just yesterday "bought" (simply because I don't think she has the moral tenacity to "adopt") a pure bred Schnauzer and a cat.
Must be nice to have four incomes while the day struggles to stay ahead of the game.
I'm close to going off on a rant here but I will restrain myself.
The raises I have received started out as "department" or "positional bumps", but not soon after, the lessor employees will receive a wage increase to "keep up with the times", thus in effect negating my "wage bonus".
Well, it has happened again.
The company president, in the name of "remaining competitive for employees", has bumped the starting wage up another 30 cents. Of course in the onset, this is dispersed amongst the entire shop (which incidentally consists of only 30 workers).
Now for the downside. Insurance is going up as well.
He didn't really explain it very well, and most of us are able to read between the lines though he doesn't give us that credit, but with the rising costs of medical care, we are being increased by almost 110% payments.
So, in a nutshell, while my weekly take home has increased by a mere $8, my weekly health payment is increasing by nearly $32.
Being a single parent with only one income (having not acquired a mate) is becoming increasingly hard.
While I want to be able to provide a decent lifestyle not only for myself but my children when they stay with me, I'm beginning to wonder how much longer I will be able to.
To add insult to injury (on a personal level), my younger son informed me that while his mother and stepfather recently had to get rid of their German Shepard (for allegedly biting a neighbor lady), they just yesterday "bought" (simply because I don't think she has the moral tenacity to "adopt") a pure bred Schnauzer and a cat.
Must be nice to have four incomes while the day struggles to stay ahead of the game.
I'm close to going off on a rant here but I will restrain myself.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
HOW DOES HE GET AWAY WITH IT?!
For years, one question has bothered me to the point of sheer madness:are the people of Metropolis just plain dumb?
Clark Kent was born Kal-El on the planet Krypton.
Upon learning of it's certain demise, Jor-El sent little Kal-El to Earth so he would be spared and perhaps live out a fulfilling existance.
Learning he had special abilities under the power of a yellow sun, Clark soon began honing his skills in an effort to fight injustices of the world and protect the Earth from all who would harm it under the mantel of "Superman".
Of course, he had to continue to blend in with the "natives", thus continuing his secret identity of "Clark Kent".
Now, for other super hero's, keeping an identity secret is not a problem.
Their costume usually includes some sort of mask, hood, or cowl, thus concealing from the rest of the world who they really are.
This is very effective in protecting not only themselves from harm, but loved ones and co-workers alike.
But not Clark.
His secret identity simply consists of a pair of glasses, and slouching a bit.
Allow me to demonstrate:
Ok, so, can you tell that it is actually I in both pictures?
Does the addition of a pair of glasses distract you from the possibility that I could in fact be the Man of Steel?
(ok, so, actually I'm Batman. But for the purpose of this blog, I have donned a different personae to prove my point).
There are either two possibilities: Either the citizens of Clark's home town are all morons, or, in sending little Kal-El to Earth, Jor-El secretly sent along small pathogens altering Earthlings perception of the obvious.
I'm sure this subject will continue to confound those who pursue it.
But for now, I must remain diligent in my quest to find out just what is at work here:stupidity or germs.
Clark Kent was born Kal-El on the planet Krypton.
Upon learning of it's certain demise, Jor-El sent little Kal-El to Earth so he would be spared and perhaps live out a fulfilling existance.
Learning he had special abilities under the power of a yellow sun, Clark soon began honing his skills in an effort to fight injustices of the world and protect the Earth from all who would harm it under the mantel of "Superman".
Of course, he had to continue to blend in with the "natives", thus continuing his secret identity of "Clark Kent".
Now, for other super hero's, keeping an identity secret is not a problem.
Their costume usually includes some sort of mask, hood, or cowl, thus concealing from the rest of the world who they really are.
This is very effective in protecting not only themselves from harm, but loved ones and co-workers alike.
But not Clark.
His secret identity simply consists of a pair of glasses, and slouching a bit.
Allow me to demonstrate:
Ok, so, can you tell that it is actually I in both pictures?
Does the addition of a pair of glasses distract you from the possibility that I could in fact be the Man of Steel?
(ok, so, actually I'm Batman. But for the purpose of this blog, I have donned a different personae to prove my point).
There are either two possibilities: Either the citizens of Clark's home town are all morons, or, in sending little Kal-El to Earth, Jor-El secretly sent along small pathogens altering Earthlings perception of the obvious.
I'm sure this subject will continue to confound those who pursue it.
But for now, I must remain diligent in my quest to find out just what is at work here:stupidity or germs.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
weird-ass dream
It takes place in a parking lot/alley surrounded by tall buildings.
There's like ten or twelve musicians: half bass players, half guitarists including Brian May. And Paul Williams is the singer. (I know:Mr. "Old fashioned love song" singing "We are the Champions" is a little bit of a stretch, but it's my dream.).
Of course, we all have stacks. And with the surrounding buildings, the sound is freakin' incredible!
So we're jamming on everything under the sun, until Paul suggests this 'little ditty', "Nothing but a Good time", which oddly no one knows. (btw:C.C. is in rehab or something, because he's not there).
So I start the opening riff and everyone starts filtering in.
Pretty soon we're filling the area with what sounds like a Poison rock opera.
It's phenomenal.
And, of course, on the ending note, my allergies take over and I wake up.
fukkerbitch.
I wonder what the meaning of THAT dream is?
There's like ten or twelve musicians: half bass players, half guitarists including Brian May. And Paul Williams is the singer. (I know:Mr. "Old fashioned love song" singing "We are the Champions" is a little bit of a stretch, but it's my dream.).
Of course, we all have stacks. And with the surrounding buildings, the sound is freakin' incredible!
So we're jamming on everything under the sun, until Paul suggests this 'little ditty', "Nothing but a Good time", which oddly no one knows. (btw:C.C. is in rehab or something, because he's not there).
So I start the opening riff and everyone starts filtering in.
Pretty soon we're filling the area with what sounds like a Poison rock opera.
It's phenomenal.
And, of course, on the ending note, my allergies take over and I wake up.
fukkerbitch.
I wonder what the meaning of THAT dream is?
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
What I did on my summer vacation..........
This is the second time in something like 15 years that I've taken a "real vacation".
Two years ago, and again this year I went to my uncle's home with my boys and mom,
(Dad couldn't coordinate his days off with mine, but we're hoping for next year!).
Again this year, my aunt and uncle along with their son (my cousin) were able to come up from Texas. This year though, Blair had a traveling companion of his own:his fiancée. (she really is a terrific gal. he's one lucky guy!)
It was great seeing family again, after a long hiatus.
Another reason we were going down was to bring back a riding lawn tractor my uncle was giving to my mom.
The trip down wasn't too bad, as it's only about a four-and-a-half drive, and there's ALWAYS something interesting to see.
I've enjoyed going to my uncle's, as it's out in the country, but doesn't feel like it's in the country.
Sure, he's got his own fishing pond, and a butt-load of acres, but this is no farm house.
He's worked long and hard to accomplish what he has, and I'm proud to have him as my "wealthy uncle".
The best part of the trip is just seeing everyone again.
Until two years ago, I hadn't seen my Texan relatives in about 18 years, and only a few years less for my Missouri clan.
To see how my cousins have grown is just mind blowing, (my uncle's wife pointed out one evening after dinner, that I held the distinction of being the "eldest cousin". I'm not sure how I feel about that!).
And now that the youngest of all of the cousins is getting married, it just seems like yesterday I saw this little bugger in diapers. Well, in actuality, the last time I'd seen him he was in them.
I look forward to the future, being able to reconnect to family, and watching the family grow.
Two years ago, and again this year I went to my uncle's home with my boys and mom,
(Dad couldn't coordinate his days off with mine, but we're hoping for next year!).
Again this year, my aunt and uncle along with their son (my cousin) were able to come up from Texas. This year though, Blair had a traveling companion of his own:his fiancée. (she really is a terrific gal. he's one lucky guy!)
It was great seeing family again, after a long hiatus.
Another reason we were going down was to bring back a riding lawn tractor my uncle was giving to my mom.
The trip down wasn't too bad, as it's only about a four-and-a-half drive, and there's ALWAYS something interesting to see.
I've enjoyed going to my uncle's, as it's out in the country, but doesn't feel like it's in the country.
Sure, he's got his own fishing pond, and a butt-load of acres, but this is no farm house.
He's worked long and hard to accomplish what he has, and I'm proud to have him as my "wealthy uncle".
The best part of the trip is just seeing everyone again.
Until two years ago, I hadn't seen my Texan relatives in about 18 years, and only a few years less for my Missouri clan.
To see how my cousins have grown is just mind blowing, (my uncle's wife pointed out one evening after dinner, that I held the distinction of being the "eldest cousin". I'm not sure how I feel about that!).
And now that the youngest of all of the cousins is getting married, it just seems like yesterday I saw this little bugger in diapers. Well, in actuality, the last time I'd seen him he was in them.
I look forward to the future, being able to reconnect to family, and watching the family grow.
OCC Invades North Iowa
Today, I took the boys up to see a creation of the boys from "American Chopper" and got some shots .
The Teutuls were hired to create a chopper that runs on E85.
This creation is touring North Iowa promoting the use of the ethanol blended fuel.
It seems that an episode of "American Chopper" this fall will showcase the build of this bike.
For more info on the bike, click here.
Monday, July 09, 2007
and so it continues........
Maybe it's just the season, but I'm feeling more and more lonely.
I try so hard to actually get out and do things (I wanted to go to a few local bands over the past week, but just didn't make it), but I've never been good at going places by myself, let alone introducing myself to new people.
I think I've got this preconceived notion that being 38, I have to ACT 38, whatever the hell that means.
I realize that my maturity level is about what it was about 10 years ago. I just don't feel I've grown up any.
I try so hard to actually get out and do things (I wanted to go to a few local bands over the past week, but just didn't make it), but I've never been good at going places by myself, let alone introducing myself to new people.
I think I've got this preconceived notion that being 38, I have to ACT 38, whatever the hell that means.
I realize that my maturity level is about what it was about 10 years ago. I just don't feel I've grown up any.
Saturday, May 26, 2007
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Sunday, April 29, 2007
you did what? to your what?!
Well, I finally did it.
After what seemed like almost a year, I'm finally dying my goatee blue.
Why?
Why not?
I've always lived "outside the norm", from being a small child with long-ass hair, learning to play the banjo (it's cool dammit!), getting my ears pierced as a freshman in High School, (I got a lot of flack from the upperclassmen).
Maybe it's part of my middle-aged crisis.
Maybe I'm just bored.
No matter what the reason:I am me.
After what seemed like almost a year, I'm finally dying my goatee blue.
Why?
Why not?
I've always lived "outside the norm", from being a small child with long-ass hair, learning to play the banjo (it's cool dammit!), getting my ears pierced as a freshman in High School, (I got a lot of flack from the upperclassmen).
Maybe it's part of my middle-aged crisis.
Maybe I'm just bored.
No matter what the reason:I am me.
Friday, March 30, 2007
COME on moms
I know some of you will say "come on now:move on already!".
But every know and then, something comes acrossed my radar that reminds me of the constant battle that I endure with the mother of my children.
The following, is such and instant.
And once again, thank you for enduring my rant.
I was watching the news this evening and saw a story that tore me in two.
It was about an American Soldier returning from his latest tour of duty, and how he surprised his 6 year old son.
The boy was at school, when his father walked in, wearing his desert cammies, and said "hey bud".
The little boy immeditately bolted from his chair, dashed acrossed the classroom, and jumped into his daddies open arms.
The commentator stated that it took the little boy several minutes to stop crying and introduced his father to the class, who had been writing the soldier letters while he served in Iraq.
My first reaction was how heart warming of a scene this was.
A little boys reunion with his father who had been away for almost a year fighting in a war.
My second reaction was that of how the mothers of divorced families tend to treat the father when children are involved.
In our society, a boy and his fathers bond seems traditionally sacred, for lack of a better term.
It's our 'duty' as well as our honor to pass down knowledge to our sons in hopes of helping them grow into a man.
Many times, however, a mother will do what she can to deter, downplay, or even replace that role of a father to his child.
COME ON!
GROW UP WOMEN!
Not all men are bad dads.
There are those of us who do the best we can with what not only society deals us (archaic laws concerning parental rights), but with what you deal us.
You want to manipulate, deligate, regulate, and sometimes even dissapate the relationship that we try to continue with our children after you decide to "change things up".
So, the next time you want to be a dominating b*tch and keep a child from having the type of relationship with their father that the CHILD deserves, remember that scene of a little boy being surprised by his DADDY, who came to his classroom, and get over yourself.
But every know and then, something comes acrossed my radar that reminds me of the constant battle that I endure with the mother of my children.
The following, is such and instant.
And once again, thank you for enduring my rant.
I was watching the news this evening and saw a story that tore me in two.
It was about an American Soldier returning from his latest tour of duty, and how he surprised his 6 year old son.
The boy was at school, when his father walked in, wearing his desert cammies, and said "hey bud".
The little boy immeditately bolted from his chair, dashed acrossed the classroom, and jumped into his daddies open arms.
The commentator stated that it took the little boy several minutes to stop crying and introduced his father to the class, who had been writing the soldier letters while he served in Iraq.
My first reaction was how heart warming of a scene this was.
A little boys reunion with his father who had been away for almost a year fighting in a war.
My second reaction was that of how the mothers of divorced families tend to treat the father when children are involved.
In our society, a boy and his fathers bond seems traditionally sacred, for lack of a better term.
It's our 'duty' as well as our honor to pass down knowledge to our sons in hopes of helping them grow into a man.
Many times, however, a mother will do what she can to deter, downplay, or even replace that role of a father to his child.
COME ON!
GROW UP WOMEN!
Not all men are bad dads.
There are those of us who do the best we can with what not only society deals us (archaic laws concerning parental rights), but with what you deal us.
You want to manipulate, deligate, regulate, and sometimes even dissapate the relationship that we try to continue with our children after you decide to "change things up".
So, the next time you want to be a dominating b*tch and keep a child from having the type of relationship with their father that the CHILD deserves, remember that scene of a little boy being surprised by his DADDY, who came to his classroom, and get over yourself.
Monday, February 05, 2007
Let me be the first to say.....
Prince f*cking rocks!
I've been a fan since almost the beginning, and after seeing his SuperBowl half time performance, all I can say is that he's still got it!
I've been a fan since almost the beginning, and after seeing his SuperBowl half time performance, all I can say is that he's still got it!
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