Showing posts from May, 2011

Remember the reason for the extra day off.

Here is a hint: It is not so you can get never before seen prices on a mattress...

Diamond Dave has madd skillz

My friend Keith found this and I stole it for Facebook. But it really deserves a longer amount of coverage, so enjoy folks.

It's Mr. T's world, we all just live here.

I was cleaning up the dark, dusty corners of the laptop when lo and behold I came across a folder simply called "pity". I was sure it meant something quite profound and was all prepared for a post dedicated to my feelings and such. Imagine my surprise when I opened it up and found this collection:

Have You Considered a Career in Modeling?

From the fine people at Found Footage Festival, comes this wonderful piece of pure genius! Remember, it's how you hold the bottle, and imagery sells the jeans!

Still Here?

He he he...

What's worse than the people of Walmart?

This collection of fine human specimens that my friend jack sent to me. Go ahead, breathe it all in, I'll wait... There you go, now don't you feel better about seeing all those people of Walmart pictures? Your welcome, it's just one of my many services.

My Own Little Hole In The Ozone

I made a quick run to the local grocery store the other day to pick up a few items that we had forgot in our last big store run. Actually, we can't seem to go a day without going back to pick up something we forgot, but being brain dead is a post for another day ( if I remember to post about it). So with my few items in hand I went through the regular line instead of the express or self check because it wasn't busy and the nice lady I know was waiting for somebody to check out. I have know this checker for a long time, she always says hi to Skyler and her kids went to the same school. So as I got out my card to pay the new young chick who was bagging asked if I had my own bags. I said no, plastic would be fine. Then she asked if I would prefer a paper bag, to which I answered no, we use the plastic bags at home. (side note to everyone out there, we use the plastic bags for Skylers diapers. I know that they are bad, but a weeks worth of crappy adult diapers in the can outsid

This one got to me yesterday

This story was passed on to me from a friend, who in turn got it from Chicken Soup for the Soul. It hit me pretty hard, and made me realize I need to start thinking more about the good things that happen day to day instead of worrying all the time about my job, my son, and a number of other things. I hope you enjoy it also. The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday morning. Perhaps it's the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it's the unbounded joy of not having to be at work. Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable. A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the garage with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other. What began as a typical Saturday morning turned into one of those lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time. Let me tell you about it: I turned the dial up into the phone portion of the band on my ham radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning swap net. Along

For Those Of You Too Young To Remember The 60's

For all of you who remember being there.... and for those of you who are too young and weren't there - but sometimes wish you had been... Remember the words from the song... "Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing" Have you ever wondered what happened to all those really cute and crazy, good looking, barefoot, young hippie chicks? who didn't wear bra's did drugs, smoked weed, got tattooed? and shagged every guy they met during that great Age of Aquarius back in the 60's? Well, wonder no more! Kinda gets you tingly all over, doesn't it?

The 54 year old reboot

On May 8, 1957, Mona Hull spit out little Christopher at somewhere around 6:43 according to the faded birth certificate. I will forever be grateful that she hung onto me until the 8th, because if I had been born on the 6th, and had the same birthday as her dad, I would have been saddles with Alphonse as a first name. Yep, that really would have changed my whole life track, from the incredibly well adjusted individual you all know out here (I hear those snorts, and you are all on report) to a serial killer from the life long heckling. So to start my birthday off right, I have decided to try and crank up this here blog device again, and hopefully be able to give it some of my rare free time. I want to try and write more about Skyler, and what it is like to have him as a son. And I want to try and be better at replying to everyone's comments. And on that note, does anybody have a favorite blogger plugin that allows for replying to comment through email? I would like to be able to d