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The things in my head go 'round and 'round

This is my life. You can't have it.


This is where I come from

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.

So there I am…

driving down the road.  Minding my own business. And then this appears:

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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:

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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.

I need to find a zen master

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.

Ann Coulter = Ignorant wench

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.

Found this neat little plug-in

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.

It’s Your Turn to Feed Him

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.

Figured it out.

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.

Where does all of the music come from?

Growing up my musical tastes were influenced greatly by my older brothers. A lot of early 60’s British Invasion, Motown, and then in the 70’s CSN&Y. I was majorly influenced by Neil Young. His sound, the words he put together, the way he played his guitar.

I wanted to be Neil Young.

But I was just this fat kid from Keeler, Michigan so I did the next best thing. I learned every freaking Neil Yound song that I could and played the hell out of that $25 guitar that I got for christmas.

And tried to impress the girls. It didn’t happen the way that I thought it would. Though I did impress myself.

Don’t know which one was more important. Cortez the Killer is the song that got me kicked off of college radio. I looped it for a couple of hours while I got high in the control room. It was late at night and I didn’t think that anyone would care.

Surprise.

I am trying to embed it here so that it can be shared with my hundreds of readers. You deserve that much from me.

namaste.

Pass me the donuts

Fasnachts, actually.  Today is Fat Tuesday.  The day before Ash Wednesday, if you are a Christian.  The day before the Lent season begins.

Fat Tuesday is the day when all of the fat and Butter had to be used up and gotten out of the house prior to Lent.  Weird science, I know, but hey.  What are you gonna do?

Anyway Fasnachts are basically donuts that are powdered with sugar, or plain.  And they are a pretty boring big deal here in Pennsylvania.

When I lived in Michigan in the Detroit area the poison of choice there was Paczki.  Pronounced poonch-key.  This is a Polish version of Fasnacht.  The main difference with Paczki is that they are filled.  Thereby making them superior to Fasnacht.

I love Paczki.  Especially when they are freshly made.  Warm, and soft, filled with bavarian creme.  MMMMM….

I am now hungry.  And I can’t have any because they will make me fat.

Now I am sad.

Namaste.

Initial Stupor Bowl Observations

Jordin Sparks singing the National Anthem.

AND SHE WAS LIP SYNCHING IT!!!

How disappointing is that?

Namaste.