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Archive for August, 2008


Man law

Came across this while surfing this afternoon:

Every man shall allow one empty urinal of separation in a bathroom with three or more urinals.

Exceptions-

* Law is void if there are dividers in between each urinal.
* If all urinals are taken, one may wait, but must provide plenty of room between themselves and urinal users, and wait until the current urinal user has turned away and zipped up before approaching urinal.

Terms & Conditions-

* Sitting down to pee is forbidden and will result in loss of “man” status.

1. Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella.
2. It is OK for a man to cry ONLY under the following circumstances:
1. When a heroic dog dies to save its master.
2. The moment Jessica Biel, Jessica Alba, any of the hot Jessica’s starts unbuttoning her blouse.
3. After wrecking your boss’s car.
4. One hour, 12 minutes, 37 seconds into The Crying Game.
5. When she is using her teeth.
3. Any Man who brings a camera to a bachelor party may be legally killed and eaten by his buddies.
4. Unless he murdered someone in your family, you must bail a friend out of jail within 12 hours.
5. If you’ve known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits forever unless you actually marry her.
6. Moaning about the brand of free beer in a buddy’s fridge is forbidden. However complain at will if it’s friggin’ warm.
7. No man shall ever be required to buy a birthday present for another man. In fact, even remembering your buddy’s birthday is strictly optional. At that point, you must celebrate at a strip bar of the birthday boy’s choice.
8. On a road trip, the strongest bladder determines pit stops, not the weakest.
9. When stumbling upon other guys watching a sporting event, you may ask the score of the game in progress, but you may never ask who’s playing.
10. You may flatulate in front of a woman only after you have brought her to climax. If you trap her head under the covers for the purpose of flatulent entertainment, she’s officially your girlfriend.
11. It is permissible to drink a fruity alcohol drink only when you’re sunning on a tropical beach … and it’s delivered by a topless model and only when it’s free.
12. Only in situations of moral and/or physical peril are you allowed to kick another guy in the nuts.
13. Unless you’re in prison, never fight naked.
14. Friends don’t let friends wear Speedos. Ever. Issue closed.
15. If a man’s fly is down, that’s his problem, you didn’t see anything.
16. Women who claim they “love to watch sports” must be treated as spies until they demonstrate knowledge of the game and the ability to drink as much as the other sports watchers.
17. A man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman must remain sober enough to fight.
18. Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice of pizza, but not both, that’s just greedy.
19. If you compliment a guy on his six-pack, you’d better be talking about his choice of beer.
20. Never join your girlfriend or wife in discussing a friend of yours, except if she’s withholding sex pending your response.
21. Phrases that may NOT be uttered to another man while lifting weights:
1. Yeah, Baby, Push it!
2. C’mon, give me one more! Harder!
3. Another set and we can hit the showers!
22. Never talk to a man in a bathroom unless you are on equal footing: i.e., both urinating, both waiting in line, etc. For all other situations, an almost imperceptible nod is all the conversation you need.
23. Never allow a telephone conversation with a woman to go on longer than you are able to have sex with her. Keep a stopwatch by the phone. Hang up if necessary.
24. The morning after you and a girl who was formerly “just a friend” have buck wild, drunken monkey sex, the fact that you’re feeling weird and guilty is no reason for you not to nail each other again before the discussion occurs about what a big mistake it was (this discussion is, of course, optional).
25. It is acceptable for you to drive her car. It is not acceptable for her to drive yours.
26. Thou shalt not buy a car in the colors of brown, pink, lime green, orange or sky blue.
27. The girl who replies to the question “What do you want for Christmas?” with “If you loved me, you’d know what I want!” gets an Xbox. End of story.
28. There is no reason for guys to watch Ice Skating or Men’s Gymnastics. Ever.
29. We’ve all heard about people having guts or balls. But do you really know the difference between them? In an effort to keep you informed, the definition of each is listed below:
* “GUTS” is arriving home late after a night out with the guys, being assaulted by your wife with a broom, and having the guts to say, “are you still cleaning or are you flying somewhere?”
* “BALLS” is coming home late after a night out with the guys smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the ass and having the balls to say, “You’re next!”

Goal Setting Made Easy

Just figure out what you want to do and do it.

Now wasn’t that easy?

I will be glad to accept $100 for your Goal Setting Seminar.

Namaste.

Fun, Fun, Fun on the Autobahn

So, there I was driving home from work.

Sunday evening was pretty nice here in Pennsylvania. The sun was shining, not too hot. Somewhere around 80 degrees with little humidity. Almost like an Indian Summer day. Not like what we usually have around this time in August.

Matter of fact, as I am typing this I have a cool wind blowing through the window. Feels like brewing weather.

But I digress. The route that I take home is a two lane country road. Up and down hills, past pastures of cows and horses, corn and soy beans. Past farms and the houses of folks who just don’t want to live close to other people. It is very bucolic.

The posted speed limit is 45 mph, and I try to stay as close to that as possible. It doesn’t always happen, but most times it does. I was smoking a new cigar that had been recommended to me by a friend, listening to…hell I don’t even remember what I was listening to on the CD. All I do remember is thinking that the steering was getting a little mushy.

And coming around a gentle curve it happened. A loud bang, and then the sound of scraping metal on the road. Dust, and stone flying past the window. Tossed the cigar out the window, and tried to steer to the side of the road, stopped the truck and turned it off.

And in the silence following the storm wondered what the hell had just happened.

I got out of the truck and walked to the front. The tire on the drivers side was facing parallel to the rest of the vehicle. The steering assembly on the drivers side had collapsed. Simply, the ball joint assembly had broken.

Poop.

Thankfully this was one day that I remembered to bring my cell phone. Called AAA, called MLW to let her know that I was going to be late and then leaned against the truck to listen to the locusts. You forget how quiet the country is when you are racing back and forth from one city to the next. I grew up in the country, and it is amazing to me how far removed I am from it now.

But that is all I really wanted to tell you. If I could extract the pics from my cell phone I would post a couple to show you what it looks like. But unfortunately, that won’t be happening any time soon.

Take care out on those mean streets, folks.

Namaste.

More Forgiveness

I don’t care how old I am, or where I happen to be. This is how I feel :

Namaste.

How Serious is Sirius

It is the “Dog Days” of summer around here. Not much going on. We have been back from vacation for 3 weeks, and I am ready to go again.

The Princess has invited pretty much every tweenaged girl in a 3 county area to stay over night at our house. When did sleeping over at someone’s house become such a big deal? I just don’t remember that as a kid. Being that I lived in a fairly small town in a rural area, we slept in our backyards a lot. But The Princess invites everyone to our house. I think that she even invited the Brothers Jonas to sleep over, but that might just be a bit of an exaggeration. You know how I can be.

The youngest son will be coming to visit next week for a few days prior to his starting his Freshman year at U of M. University of Michigan, that is. Proud of the boy. He did it all on his own. Registered, applied for his loans, the whole shot. And now he is looking to move out on his own. That ought to go over good with his Mother.

So now I have 2 of my 3 older children continuing their educations. My eldest daughter has been attending college while working full-time out in Arizona for the past couple of years. She is amazing. A living embodiment of what you set your mind to do, you can do. She is one of those people who, once their mind is made up, cannot be stopped. I love that about her.

Now I just have to keep working on the eldest son to get him into a college. Right now he is enjoying the life out in California working for a video game company. His life long dream. Getting paid to play video games. And how can you tell a kid that no, that isn’t the way to go? You can’t. You just hope that he grows out of it in a couple of years. I mean, how cool would it have been for me to be able to test new guitars after they were made when I was his age? Come on…

The Pa RenFaire started up this week end in Mount Hope, Pennsylvania. I will be going the weekend of October 24th. That is when one of my new found favorite Celtic Drumming Bands, Albannach, will be performing. I saw them a couple of years ago when the eldest daughter was visiting, and fell in love with them. And how cool is this? I get to go to the Pa RenFaire in October, and in March of 2009, if I can work this all out with the three older kids, I can go out to Arizona and attend their RenFaire as I did this last spring. That is very cool.

Now I have something to look forward to over the cold months that are coming. That along with making beer. When the evenings cool off enough, the beer gets to cooking. I need to finalize my recipes for this upcoming brewing season. For some reason, the “Dog Days” are starting to sound a bit busier than what I thought they were…

So what have you been doing?

Namaste.

GMA Hosts a Jo Bro Show

The Jo Bros not singing solo down in Soho while playing dobro, with J-lo watching as she eats a Ho-Ho outside of a Ho-Jo trying to stay on the down low.

Don’t cha know.

Yeah, I am getting really tired of it also. In talking to MLW the other night I found out that she had some Jo Bro drama go on when her and The Princess were at the Jo Bro concert the other night. Seems that some Mom thought that she could weasel her way in between MLW and the space the MLW had staked out for The Princess and her friend.

Bad Move. Really bad move. MLW is not a nice person when you get between her, and her cub. I found this out early in our marriage. We were at a family picnic, and something happened to The Princess out on the lawn. MLW was a few yards away from her, and heard her crying. I happened to be in the space between MLW and The Princess. I got moved. Pushed, shoved, whatever you want to call it but at one moment I was in one place, and then in the next I was about 6 feet away. And I am not a little person. I learned that day to make sure that MLW always has a clear line of vision and motion between her and The Princess.

Anyway, Security was called and arguments ensued. No restraining orders were issued, and no bail needed to be set so I figure “no harm, no foul”. I find it amusing, though, that a Mom would try to be that way with another Mom. I thought that that crap was always left up to Dad’s.

Namaste.

Coming down from my 3 week Jonas Brothers blogapalooza

Tell me that this isn’t the bestest mix of music ever:

“Word up” by Cameo
“Cold” by Crossfade
“Funeral for a Friend” Elton John
“Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters” by Elton John
“Let me be the One” by Expose
“In The End” by Linkin Park
“Taking It All Too Hard” by Genesis
“Breaking The Habit” by Linkin Park
“Freedom 90″ by George Michael
“Never Been a Reason” Head East
“No Air” Jordin Sparks/Chris Brown
“More Than One Way Home” Keb’ Mo’
“Something About You” Level 42
“One” U2 and Mary J
“A Man I’ll Never Be” by Boston
“No Mistakes” Patty Smythe
“Push” by Matchbox Twenty
“Pink Moon” by Nick Drake
“Beat of a Heart” By Patty Smythe

I have amazing taste in music. It is ok. You don’t have to tell me, I already know.

Namaste.

Another in a long litany of reasons my family thinks I am insane

I read people who make quotes like this:

The modern conservative is engaged in one of man’s oldest exercises in moral philosophy; that is, the search for a superior moral justification for selfishness.

John Kenneth Galbraith (1908 – 2006)

Namaste

The Jonas Brothers Grand Tour

Well, the first have of the Grand Tour has been completed.

The Princess is now officially a Teenager. I still don’t know how I am going to handle this.

We had 11 girls spend the night at our house Wednesday into Thursday. I got a total of 2 hours of sleep before I had to go to a work meeting that made me want to curl up in a fetal position and beg for mercy.

Maybe it was just the sleep deprivation. Or the echoes of screams in my head from the girls watching scary movies. Or The Princess making that announcement that “Dudes! My official birthday is in 7 minutes.”

That announcement was at 1:12 am. The Princess was born at 1:19 am, on July 31st, 1995.

And shortly after THAT announcement, one of her friends informed MLW, who bravely chose to try to stay awake, that The Princess’ first Teenager fart came at 1:30 am.

She is such a girly-girl.

Friday night it is the concert in Scranton. Make that THE CONCERT. MLW is taking The Princess, and a friend to see The Jro Bros sing and dance and try to make themselves heard over that hordes of screaming girls that promise to be in attendance. I will be working.

I got the better part of the deal.

Namaste.