7and8

Think for a second, but don't think too hard. What impulse items are at the checkout line in the grocery store.
Candy, right? Meant and placed so children can insure parental insanity after a store has hidden the CheeseWiz.
Now think about impulse items at Lowes and Home Depot. Flashlights of every shape and size and of course batteries to complete the fix.
Why flashlights? Don't get me wrong I know why they put flashlights there but they wouldn't be there if we didn't buy them. I think flashlights are neat (and I don't know why) and the kids are amused for hours until the batteries need to be replaced. Thank God for those well placed batteries.

It's a skaw-cha. Ya should wea shawts.

Translation:
It is rather warm out today. Short pants would be advised.


Last week I actually caught myself saying, "Don't Stot!". How wicked-bad is that?

I've written before about how I love to loose myself in the bike rides I take. To appreciate the scenery, take in God's beauty and just be.

I must have been a bit too Zen this morning. I was following the arrows of a marked ride and came upon a fork in the road. I knew where I was and I knew what roads where around but this particular arrow pointed in an interesting and unknown direction. I did as I have done so many times since starting to ride I decided to get lost and figure it out. "Plus," I thought, "how far out of the way could it take me, I know another marked road is just up that way so it must loop around". As I took the road less traveled I thought again, "I'm probably going to regret saying that."

An hour later I was still peddling and doing well, but getting tired. I had now been in the saddle for an hour and a half. I knew I wasn't getting any closer to home because I knew where I was now. The last time I was here I had to drive 40min and ride 20mi to get there. But I had a social situation to deal with (call it bravado if you must). I was in Saturday morning cycling nirvana. Cyclists from all around the area come to this town to ride the beautiful roads with light traffic and challenging but not overly taxing terrain. Like I said, Nirvana. So I was spent and around all of these folks (some of whom I met (some of whom I have fallen in front of)). I turned in to a sub division and found a quiet corner to dismount and call for extraction.

I found an interesting park at which to wait. The park was also the PWD (public works department) for the town I was in. So all of these big, tubby, sweaty men's-men where parking their bulldozers and climbing into there Dodge Ram 1500 4x4 trucks looking at me in my spandex and cycling shoes like I wasn't even worth laughing at. And then I started to over-evaluate there gazes. They had to drive big trucks down skinny roads 6 days a week. They had to put up with cyclists all of the time and quite frankly a lot of cyclists need a lesson in manners or are like me and not experienced enough to be able to execute good manners all of the time. Maybe these guys would run me over and hang from the flagpole to ward off other namby-pambies like me. I got the gumption to ask if I could fill my water bottle. And you know what, I wasn't hung in effigy.

The wife was very nice about the whole thing. Dear even brought me post-ride food. I used this chance to teach the boys that you shouldn't go out on an adventure unless you know your way around, and if you don't make sure to tell someone where you are going and finally, take a cell phone.

[insensitivity ALERT: I make crass comments about suicide and Brooke Burke]

I have a new favorite show that either showcases the music I love or confirms that I'm not worth a damn when I'm sitting on the couch.

Rockstar:Supernova on CBS, It is the second season. I didn't watch it last year but apparently INXS found a front man that wouldn't check his neck size while standing on a chair jerking off.
This season Tommy Lee, Jason Newsted and Gilby Clarke are looking for a lead singer. The funniest part of the show is how over-the-top everyone is proving they are God's incarnation of Rock itself. The music is awesome and some of the talent is superb.

Things that make the show irredeemable for watching: The so-called talent that sucks and couldn't find either a tune or rock-n-roll with a funnel and a flash light and don't know they suck. Brooke Burke, When someone can't read a teleprompter and gets paid a lot of money to do it I don't care how drop-dead sexy they are. It's almost as painful to watch Brooke stumble through her lines as it is to see some wedding singer whose forte is Dan Fogelberg and the lost recordings of sucky-slow ballads that they don't understand the words to.

I can't help but like how other host Dave Navaro, Tommy, Gilby and Jason interact with the contestants. And give proper props to those performing.

If you like the Rock-n-Roll then you should give this show a chance. If you don't - Matlock is on A&E.