Ooooowwwweeeee......

Waking up and realizing you have to work after Binas Margs; worse than being hit in the head with a rubber ball.

Livin' on a Prayer

I gave love a bad name and I couldn't start a fire without a spark, now I'm wanted dead or alive, but it's all the same because were wasting alive and I'm just a cowboy on a steel horse inorexably drawn to the corporate music lexicon to piddle copper on sentimental tokens of an age when I had a nasty reputation....raise your hands to a band that set the night on fire baby!!! Just let it go.............all you need is a six pack and a radio and you never have to say goodbye!

I don't like spiders...

...but I don't mind taking pictures of them and blinding all 6-8 freaky deaky eyes with my flash!

Potty Talk

Hello and welcome to Potty Talk. Today we discuss this do's and don'ts of lavatory conversations and cell phones.

If you are on the phone don't take me in the bathroom with you! No conversation is that important to me. There are some moments in life that you should just keep to yourself. Chatting away with me over your recent breakup and relieving your emotions while relieving yourself does not make us any closer as friends.

There i've said my piece. See you next time some burr gets in my britches...

Shopping Survival

So I have a love hate relationship with the whole Christmas gifting process. For example I love the new jeans I got for myself...don't judge, we all do the one for me and one for them thing. Besides these jeans jumped off the rack and into my bag, what was I supposed to do. I also love finding the perfect little whatsit or thingamadoodle to make my favorite people smile.

The icky part of this whole process comes in when you are bushwhacked by random kiosk dwelling product pushers who approach you with a tenacious hungry glint in their eye. They sense weakness and attack most often when you are alone meandering towards your car on weary legs with gift laden arms slowing your progress. Next thing you know, in moment of overwhelming pity and sheer defeat, you find an oily sandy substance has been plopped into your hands while having the attributes of dead sea salts extolled to you in grandiose terms.

This year I decided to develop a method to avoid stepping in one of these shopping potholes. I now walk boldly by these kiosks looking intensely distracted and glancing furtively at my watch. When the wolves dare begin their stalking approach I furrow my brow and look a bit angry. I resist the urge to snarl and growl......

I know this behavior does not engender the spirit of Christmas but I firmly believe you have to draw the line somewhere in order to preserve your overall cheer.

Finals Week

Uggghhhh...Finals week is killin me!


I sooo need a massage and some good sleep.

A purse worth more than my bike???

MSRP $2,125 I don't get it....