So what do you think? I did like the Stonehenge theme, but it was not that friendly for the Search Engines. I would hate for people not to find all of these that they want to look at:
Yeah. More scary clowns. I could keep on going, I gotta million of them.
Creepy bastards.
Namaste.
I love that line.
Don’t know that it is appropo to anything that I am going to write, but what the hell. It is a great line.
Thursday is Valentines Day. The day that we, here in the US, send the loves of our lives flowers, candy, and cards. Do Not Forget The Cards.
Lets emphasize that, shall we?
DO NOT FORGET THE CARD!
There. That is appropriate. I was picking out cards for MLW, and The Princess this evening and pretty much found the ones that I wanted in just a few seconds. There was a woman who would pick a card, read it, and then get another one, read it, look at the two cards, put one back, pick another card. This went of for about 5 minutes. During all of this, I picked my cards, paid for them, and was walking past the card section to the back of the store. And she was still there picking a card, reading it, staring at both that card and the one she was holding, sighing, and putting one back.
Sometimes I really like being a guy. I am so superficial.
Namaste.
Driving home the other night, yes it is another communting discussion, I drove through a what I thought was fog but actually turned out to be wood smoke. From someones fireplace, thankfully it wasn’t from someone’s house burning. Though you would know if it were from a house burning due to the black smoke that a house fire produces, and the smell from a house fire is much different than the smell from a wood burner. The smell from a house fire is much more acrid. Bet you really wanted to know all of that, now, didn’t you?
Moving on.
As usually happens to me with smells or music, I was transported. Not physically, but mentally, back to the mid-80’s. Somewhere around ‘85. I lived in a small town in Michigan called St. Helen. Ok, so they actually spell it Saint Helen, but what the heck. This is where Charleton Heston was born. You know Charleton, he was the star in the movie “The Omega Man“. This was the original version of “I am Legend” that stars Will Smith. Who was not born in Saint Helen, Michigan. Enough history and movie facts.
When you live in northern michigan you usually have a wood burner. And when it is cold outside you can smell the wood burning every where. Strangely enough, it is to me a very comforting smell. A smell reminiscent of a Thomas Kinkaide painting. Brought back memories of driving through the snow going to friends house, seeing the snow on the ground, the lights in the windows of the houses, and smelling the wood smoke.
All from getting a whiff of wood smoke.
The mind is amazing.
Namaste.
The following was sent to me by one of my cousins. She lives in Dallas, Texas but is a former Michigander. Or maybe she was a Northern Indiana gal, either way Penny is a sweetheart and I appreciate her humor.
The Rules of Rural Michigan are as Follows: Listen up City Slickers !
1. Pull your droopy pants up. You look like an idiot.
2. Turn your cap right, your head isn’t crooked.
3. Let’s get this straight; it’s called a ‘dirt road.’ I drive a pickup truck because I want to. No matter how slow you drive,you’re going to get dust on your Lexus. Drive it or get out of the way.
4. They are cattle. They’re live steaks. That’s why they smell funny to you. But they smell like money to us. Get over it. Don’t like it?
I94 goes east and west, US23 goes north and south. Pick one.
5. So you have a $60,000 car. We’re impressed. We have $150,000 corn pickers and hay balers that are driven only 3 weeks a year. And occasionally to school…
6. So every person in rural Michigan waves. We think of it as being friendly. Try to understand the concept.
7. If that cell phone rings while an 8-point buck and 3 does are coming in, we WILL shoot it out of your hand. You better hope you don’t have it up to your ear at the time.
8. Yeah, we eat taters & gravy, beans & cornbread. We fry our fish after catchin’ ‘em. You really want sushi & caviar? It’s available at the corner bait shop.
9. The ‘Opener’ refers to the first day of deer season. It’s a religious holiday held the closest Saturday to the first of November.
10. We open doors for women. That is applied to all women, regardless of age.
11. No, there’s no ‘vegetarian special’ on the menu. Order steak. Or you can order the Chef’s Salad and pick off the 2 pounds of ham & turkey.
12. When we fill out a table, there are three main dishes: meats (includes fish), vegetables, and breads. We use four spices: salt, pepper, hot sauce and ketchup. Oh, yeah…. We don’t care what you folks in Cincinnati call that stuff you eat… IT AIN’T REAL CHILI!!
13. You bring ‘coke’ into my house, it better be brown, wet and served over ice.
14. You bring ‘Mary Jane’ into my house, she better be cute, know how to shoot, drive a truck, and have long hair.
15. College and High School Football is as important here as the Lakers and the Knicks, and a dang site more fun to watch.
16. Yeah, we have golf courses. But don’t hit the water hazards — it spooks the fish.
17. Colleges? We have them all over. We have State Universities, Community Colleges, and Vo-techs. They come outta there with an education plus a love for God and country, and they still wave at everybody when they come for the holidays.
18. We have a whole ton of folks in the Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines. So don’t mess with us. If you do, you will get whipped by the best.
19. Turn down that blasted car stereo! That thumpity-thump crap ain’t music, anyway. We don’t want to hear it anymore than we want to see your boxers. Refer back to #1.
20. 4 inches isn’t a blizzard - it’s a flurry. Drive like you got some sense in it, and DON’T take all our bread, milk, and toilet paper from the grocery stores. This ain’t Alaska, worst case you may have to live a whole day without croissants. The pickups with snow blades will have you out the next day.
That is where I am from.
namaste.
driving down the road. Minding my own business. And then this appears:
Attached to the trailer hitch on the truck that is ahead of me. And to make it even better.
When you step on your brakes. The deer waves its front legs at you, and the bullseye on its belly lights up.
Isn’t that just the most white trash thing that you have ever seen?
Well how about this:
Step on your brakes and it flops like a fish out of water. Reminds me of Southwestern Michigan and all of the bubbas that live there. The only thing missing in the truck that had the deer on it was a rifle rack in the window, and a can of PBR rolling around in the bed. Pabst Blue Ribbon for those of you who are not in the know about that.
Growing up in the farm belt, or the fruit belt, of Michigan was full of those kind of pleasures. Where you could go into any local bar and find PBR on tap. Yummy. Sort of like Old Milwaukee on tap. Which you could also find in most places.
I think that I just threw up a little in my mouth remembering.
Namaste.
MLW has been talking about a substitute teacher at her school who is the epitome of a Zen Master. He sees only the positive side to everything. He takes nothing personally. He is calm in the face of the hordes of Tweenagers, and Teenagers that he deals with when he is teaching a class. MLW works in a Middle School. I couldn’t do it if they allowed me to carry a weapon.
I want to meet this man. I want to be like him. Or else I am going to go crazy.
Namaste.
Am I the only one out there that thinks Ann Coulter is a stupid bitch? Every time I see her smug, smirking face on television it is like driving by a car accident. I know that I don’t want to look, but I just have to. You just know that the bile that she spews is going to make you pissed off, but the compulsion is way too strong.
Ignorant wench.
No Namaste here. I don’t want my spirit soiled by association.
Over on MoolahKing I found this wordpress plug-in for automatically updating the version you are using. So I thought that I would put it out there for all of us WordPress users.
Use in good health.
Namaste.
Over on Mr. Lady’s blog she wrote about her kids getting a hamster. I love pets. We have 2 cats, and a dog.
My sons, though, have never had pets. Their mother didn’t like animals. So imagine my surprise when the youngest one, aged 18 calls me to tell me that he is getting a hamster.
I don’t see anything good coming out of this.
This is the child who has a hard enough time keeping track of himself, much less another sentient being. I am envisioning the withered corpse of a rodent in a cage in my sons room.
Not a pretty sight.
Namaste.
With the help of the geeks at YouTube. I love geeks. They are the best.
This is the first song that I learned to adapt to acoustic guitar. I listened to this version first, and then heard the one off on the 4-way street album.
Enjoy it. I do.
Namaste.
