Hooray For Saturday!

Bush

So I was watching a little bit of the press conference that the President of the United States was giving in the rose garden and the only thing that comes to mind is, he's an idiot.

He was standing there talking to reporters like the high school bully that wants everyone to like him, even though he's a jerk. 

The fact that at any given time, our four year old daughter can communicate in full sentences and have a intelligent conversation with me and this guy can't even get through an answer without fumbling over his words is pretty pathetic.  He is completely out of touch with Joe & Jane Public and it shows in the way he speaks.  When he talks about the domestic economy and gas prices he speaks fast and furious, like a bully, and tries to intimidate anyone that even considers asking a question pertaining to those issues.  Then when he talks about foreign policy issues, he speaks very slow and tries to make himself sound a lot smarter, even though you can just imagine the hamster is not turning the wheel that fast.

George W. Bush is the lamest of the lame and he knows it.  I would like to think, even he is counting the days now.

Long Time, No Type

I know it's been a long time since you have read anything new on this blog.  For those of you that are disgruntled about that, I'm sorry.

Spring has sprung, so we have been outside a lot.  I'm still working on my landscaping project and enjoying watching the kids burn off the cabin fever, from the wettest winter I've been through in a long time.

I've been having those moments when I look at my kids and think to myself, 'Wow, they are getting big.'   So that's why I've been absent as of late.

Hope all is well with you and yours.

Shake, Rattle & Roll Over And Go To Sleep

We felt the earthquake early this morning. 

I worked last night, doing a few film routes, and got home about 4:30am.  Not long after that, I noticed a picture on the wall vibrating and figured it was a low flying jet heading to CVG, which is close to our house.  It was strange, seeing that I was kind of out of it.

Little did I know I was feeling the earth quake for the first time.

Let's Get Random...Beating A Dead Horse Edition

Anyone under the age of fifty writing a check at the grocery store should have something happen to them.  I'm not saying they get hit by a bus or any harm be put against them, but they do need to be corralled up, brought to their local bank for donuts and coffee and be taught about debit cards.  Either that or they should be forced to know prices of the items they are shopping for, tally it up with correct taxes, and be forced to go get a money order for total amount, before hand, to give to the cashier.  If they complain about the time it takes to go through that process, then they should be shown a very long film strip explaining that is how long it feels like to the person that is right behind them in the check out line, at the store, when they are paying with a check.

There is a fashion trend that I don't get at all.  Actually, I can't even call it fashion, I refer to it as dumb.  What is up with the baseball caps worn to the side and the pants pulled down with the ass hanging out?  I really see no reason what so ever for anyone to rock that look.  If you are over twenty years of age, and especially if your child on your hip in a public place, there is no reason for you to look that dumb.  It's a look that is so tired and dumb.  I can't think of any other word to describe it, just dumb.  Usually trends, which I don't refer to this as a trend, swing to extremes.  If that is the case, bring on the male camel toe, because personally I am sick of seeing bad patterned boxers hanging out of the top of dudes pants.  The silly thing I find that goes with the look is that a dude just can't throw that together, it takes thought.  The idiot actually has to adjust the belt loose enough to have the pants hang just right, for the half moon to shine, then they actually take the time to make sure the hat is cocked to the correct degree of dumb.  The individual that often sports this look is constantly tinkering and adjusting the height of their pants to have proper sag and making sure the hat is protecting one of their ears from sunburn.  Guys, why the pants to begin with?  I mean, they are obviously in the way.  Here's an idea, boxers and umbrella hats.  I'm for it.  The look can't get any dumber.

I've taken on yet another project, that is quickly becoming like my deck staining project of last summer.  I'm working on a landscape makeover at our house.  What I thought was going to take a weekend has now turned into three weekends, but the weather has not cooperated and last weekend we went to Indy for the wife's birthday.  I hope to have that yard of the week sign placed on our lawn before the summer ends.  I don't believe our community has a yard of the week contest, but I figure the kids and I can work up some sort of sign that will put the neighbors in a jealous rage.

There is one house, actually two, in our neighborhood that has the worst curb appeal ever.  One of them is for sale.  I kind of always feel sorry for the listing Realtor on houses like that.  You know he told the owners they might want to get rid of the rotted wicker chair and sofa on the front porch, then to put the trash cans in the garage instead of always in the drive way and, most likely he mentioned to them, they might want to address the broken down vehicle in the front of the home.  Whatever dude, I've got fashion to think about.  I don't have the time to do those things when I'm checking my pants and hat. 

I just realized that this post might make me come off as some sort of elitist.  Well go figure, I was voted on to our County Democratic Executive Committee this past weekend.  I can assure you, I'm no elitist, I look at it as adding another outlet for adult conversation.  The kids aren't much into politics, besides the daughter campaigning for Obama in her pre-school class.  Not really, I'm only kidding.

Happy Birthday

Today is my wife's birthday.  I think she turns twenty seven today.

Yesterday I sent her out on the town to shop til she dropped, without the kids.  She came back with a smile on her face and the economy of Northern Kentucky had been stimulated.

Mission accomplished.

Happy Birthday my love.

And The Children Drunk Lemonade

"Life In A Northern Town" by The Dream Academy seems to be a song I can't get away from.

I've heard it so many times in the past few weeks.  At the bank, the grocery store, an outdoor mall, in a restaurant, all over the place.  I also just realized that there is a popular country act covering it in their live shows, so maybe that has something to do with it popping up all over the place.  I'm not saying it's a bad tune, I don't mind The Dream Academy in light doses.

However, Billy Ocean is different.  I don't need to hear "Caribbean Queen" again anytime soon.

I find radio stations that refer to themselves as light (or is it lite?) and background music a very interesting format.  What is the statute of limitations before a song can be considered light?  I find it interesting that I will hear some song by Nirvana, which in their hey day would never be considered lite, right behind a song by The Carpenters.

Do you ever pay attention to what is playing in the background or do you just tune it out?  I'm all ears, although they might be fuzzy, as to what is playing in my surroundings at all times.

Like A Bunny?

My friend that usually cuts my hair in his barbershop basement is the same friend that is out of commission right now with the foot injury.  So I had to go to a place to get a haircut.  I have a fear of haircuts, there is sweating involved.  I am weird.

So I'm at the haircut place the other day, the one where the young lady cuts your hair, washes it while brushing you with an occasional inappropriate breast, then proceeds to rub your shoulders with this vibrating contraption, and part of the conversation went a little something like this:

Haircut Lady ~ Do you color your hair?

Me ~ Why yes, I put the gray in for a more mature, sophisticated look.

Haircut Lady ~ Do you know you have fuzzy ears?

Me ~ You mean, like a bunny?

Haircut Lady ~ No, I mean like an old fart.

Yes, I am aging gracefully.

Rest In Peace Staff Sergeant Matt Maupin

On a much more serious note, a friend of mine that I went down to Bowling Green with, received news on the Sunday we returned about his half brother, Staff Sergeant Matt Maupin. 

Maupin was captured by insurgents, in Iraq, on April 9th, 2004 and had been missing for almost four years.  He was last seen in a videotape, identifying himself, surrounded by his gun wielding captors. 

With piecing information together for years and new tips the military was able to recover his remains on March 20th, 2008.

Anyone that knows me, is aware that I was against this war before it started.  However, I have the utmost respect for the men and women that enlist in our military and are put into harms way.  The courage these folks have is beyond compare.

That same courage and resolve has been demonstrated over the years by Maupin's family.  The strength and hope they have displayed has been incredible, and quite frankly inspiring.  I can only hope this brings closure, however sad, to this family.

The Maupin's founded the Yellow Ribbon Support Center, at 700 South Eastgate Blvd, Suite 430 Cincinnati, OH 45245, where they collect donations that are sent to troops overseas.  You can reach them at 513-752-4310 if you would like more information on helping out.

I never had the opportunity to meet Matt, but I will not forget him.

Back On The Wagon

Yes, hello.  I've got a lot to talk about, so perhaps I'll get back to the habit of writing my random thoughts on this platform.

I made it back from Bowling Green, KY in one piece.  It was a fun trip to say the least, but from what I am told, what happens in Bowling Green stays in Bowling Green.

There was some talk of riding an electric (mechanical) bull, there was some really good bar-b-que consumed from Jimmy D's Real Pitt Bar-B-Que & Self Storage, some other shenanigans involving a six piece nugget sidecar, and there was some disc golf played as well.

Someone commented that disc golf is played by middle-aged men and pot smoking teens, then asked which am I.  I'm actually neither.  Disc Golf seems to always stereotyped as the stupid "frolf" or the pot smoking sport for slackers, but I really enjoy it for the scenic walk of the courses around here and the shot making like ball golf, without the high green fees.  I love golf, but when playing ball golf in Chicago it got real old dropping $80 a round to play on a semi-decent course, then I came across disc golf.  I'm hooked, even though I'm not a fan of the littering, pot smoking idiots that seem to be the majority of people that play it.  It was nice to be at a tournament where there were 700 some odd folks that really like the sport for what it is.

Yes, I did partake in some Bowling Green nightlife.  We ran across some locals that owned a bar in town.  We went there and our money was no good, needless to say Saturday night turned into Sunday morning real fast.  Our group got back to the hotel room as the phone was ringing for the morning wake up call.  After four rounds on Friday and two on Saturday, we didn't take part in the rainy Sunday rounds and drove back after a nap.

Thanks for the funny stories Bowling Green.  One friend laughed so much during the trip his abdomen hurt.  Go figure, when in Rome.