Lake Cumberland

It was time to break my very unfortunate streak. In the past two summers, I had caught zero fish...zero. It was time to change that. Becky got on the 'net, and secured us a lovely cabin near Lake Cumberland in Kentucky, we packed up the car, grabbed my mom and dad, and headed out.


(Front of our cabin)


(Spacious back deck)

For some reason, the folks of Kentucky decided to lower the Lake, so it was nearly impossible to find shoreline fishing. 1300 miles of lake, and we managed to find about 30 feet of shoreline. But it was our spot, and we liked it.


(View of Dad, Mom and Becky fishing in "Our Spot.")


(Scenic view from the rocks above "Our Spot.")


("Our Spot", sunset.)

Becky snagged the first fish, a small bluegill. Dad and mom quickly followed suit. Then I caught one, breaking my streak!! We all caught a handful of small fish. Becky caught a small bass, and dad reeled in this "whopper" catfish.


(I don't know how he managed to reel in this monster!)

On the last day, we rented a small fishing boat and Becky, dad and I went out. We only caught a few small fish, but we enjoyed the lake.

(Becky on the boat.)

(Proof that the streak is OVER!!)

Over all, we enjoyed the little weekend getaway at the Lake.

Victory Field - August 4, 2007

Date: Saturday, August 4, 2007

Time: 6:30 pm

Location: Victory Field, Indianapolis, IN

Collective Soul, Live, and Counting Crows

It was hot out Saturday the 4th, and rain lurked, but we weren't about to miss a triple dip of 90's bands. So, Becky, our friend Jean and I made our way to Victory Field for the show.

The gates had yet to open when we arrived, so we had to stand in line for what seemed like forever. This is the part of the concert going experience that I just don't understand. Why aren't the doors opened after sound check? Why do you have to wait an hour before the show?? As we waited, we noticed a large bus parked to the right of us. A few long-haired guys bounced out and started talking to a small crowd of people. I knew right away they had to be important people, but I didn't know them.






Kinda hard to see in this photo, but it's the guys with the faded black tee shirts and jeans on. They were getting their picture taken, signing autographs and the like. The guy in front of us in line boldly went over and joined the crowd. When he returned, we found out it was a Meet and Greet with Collective Soul, and it cost $100 per person...(somehow, the guy was able to get in line, shake hands with the band and get their autographs without paying the 100 bucks)...I felt stupid for not knowing that was Collective Soul, but I never really listened to them anyway, so, whatever.


We finally were let into the area and found a seat. Being General Admission, coupled with the fact that we arrived fairly early, we were able to grab 4th row seats. Well, 4th row behind the "floor" section, which was right on the field. We...well, I know at least I didn't want to stand, so we sat.


Collective Soul took the stage first, and I was surprised by how tight their music was. I knew more of their stuff than I thought, too. I always pegged them as a one or two hit wonder, but they had at least 6 or 7 songs that I clearly remember being overplayed on the radio. Towards the end, the lead singer had to break up an audience fight, which was kinda funny.

"No, we don't do that shit here!"

I also enjoyed how they threw some AC/DC into the solo of their new song...guess you had to be there.



(Collective Soul in action...click photo to enlarge)


Next to hit the stage was Live.







Live ...LIVE!!
(Again, click on photo to enlarge...sorry, Jean, I guess I didn't take any pictures of Ole Eddie Boy without his shirt!!)

Sorry, it wsa too dark to get Counting Crows pictures...BOO!!!

After a 20 minute intermission, Adam Duritz took the stage (lead singer of Counting Crows.) He started their set by talking about the upcoming album, which I thought was a strange way to start a set. Then, they broke into a new song...one no one knew...that was slow. It was kinda a downer, but then they perked up. If you've never been to a Crows show, I highly recommend it. They are always good shows, and Adam puts SO much into the live show, that it really makes it worth it.

About 3 or 4 songs into the set, the rain started. We got soaked, but we were still having fun.
Overall, it was a pretty good show. I was impressed by all three bands, especially playing in an open aired, make-shift place like Victory Field. The rain kinda sucked, but I didn't care cause I-E-I ammmmm...the Raiiiiiiin Kiiiiing....YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!!

(I was all excited with the prospect of hearing Rain King as we sat getting soaked...but for some reason, they didn't play it. Oh well...)

The Most Physically Painful Two Days I Have Ever Had In My Entire Life, EVER

This year I decided to take control of my mouth. I decided to visit the dentist. My original goal was to have a long overdue chipped tooth fixed, but I also decided to get my cavities filled while I was there. Over the next several weeks, my mouth was perfect.

So, I thought.

On my last visit, I set up an appointment for a "cleaning" so I could get into the habit of going twice a year as recommended. A few days prior to the cleaning, one of my molars started to bother me. It was never very bad, and I would take a few ibuprofen and the pain would subside. However, since I was doing this three times a day, I knew it had to be dealt with.

After the cleaning, I mentioned the tooth pain, and the doctor told me he probably didn't get all the cavity out, and he would re-drill, and re-fill. He did, for no charge, and my tooth felt better. For a couple of days.

Soon, the tooth began hurting with a pain that ibuprofen wouldn't kill. I called to see the dentist, and was told I could get in Thursday at 8 am...it was currently Tuesday. I've been through some pain before, so I thought, no big deal. Quickly, the pain intensified, and it became a big deal...A VERY BIG DEAL.

Wednesday was like no other day I've ever had. There was nothing I could do to stop the pain, except (as strange as this sounds), taking a drink and holding the cold water on the tooth. I would hold the water there until it started to get warm, and then, less than a minute later, the pain would take hold again, and I'd have to do the water treatment over again. The pain was so insurmountable, I finally broke down and went to the Health Services at my work, where they prescribed me Vicodin.

I've never taken pain medication. When I had my knee surgery, I took one because they made me, but I really didn't want to, or need to, but this time, I willingly swallowed one.

It was 1 o'clock.

By 3:30, nothing had changed, so I took a second one. By 6pm, the pain was gone enough for me to eat dinner. I knew I needed to take one before bed, and I had planned to take one before the pain came back, as it is always harder to manage pain if it is present, rather than being proactive. Unfortunately, the pain came back before I took another pill. At 9 pm, I took the third pill. Between 9 and 11, I had consumed 2 bottles of water while performing "water treatments" because the pain wasn't going away. At 11, I took a fourth pill.

That proved to be a big mistake.

I managed to sleep, but at 3:30, I awoke in a cold sweat, nauseous, and disoriented. I went downstairs and began eating crackers so I wouldn't throw up, and drinking a little water. I was sitting on the couch, and I literally couldn't feel my arms. I could see I was holding the water, but you couldn't have proved it by me. I got up and read, and re-read the signs of an overdose, which freaked me out even more because, even if I didn't have the symptoms, in the moment I felt like I did!!

"Yellow eyes and skin, holy crap!! My eyes ARE yellow!!" (They probably weren't.)

I finally put a cold wash cloth on my head and fell back asleep. The next day I awoke with a terrible pounding headache, and a throbbing tooth. Afraid of putting more drugs in my system, I drove the 30 minutes to Greenwood to see my dentist without any additional meds.

I checked in and sat down, holding my head, squirming, and trying not to cry. Finally, they called me back. After a few x-rays, the dentist came in and told me he was trying to prevent the root canal, but it looked like it had to be done. I was fine with that...anything to ease the pain. He asked me which tooth hurt, and I told him, but that didn't stop him from tapping on my teeth with some torture device. I could feel him tapping around the sore tooth, but I really didn't think he would hit the one that had me nearly in tears, would he??

He would.

I'm sure I lept up from the chair and screamed. He apologized, before pushing around in my mouth some more. He said I had a terrible infection. (I could tell, the roof of my mouth was swollen.)

"Here's a prescription for antibiotics." he said. Then, he asked the dumbest question ever.

"How does your Monday look for that root canal?"

Are you serious?!? I'm about ready to either:

1. Pull my tooth out myself.
or
2. Cut my own head off to stop the pain.

and you are going to have me wait Friday, Saturday, Sunday and then Monday to take care of this?? Ah, hell no!! I told him Monday didn't look good at all, and pleaded with him to take care of it right there and then. He said, go get this prescription, and come back at 11.

I left. I filled the prescription. My blood pressure was 158 over 118...usually, I am a perfect 120/80 or lower. I almost broke down and bought some ibuprofen, but I was still scared to. I bought a Mountain Dew instead, in an attempt to caffeine away the headache. It didn't work.

Finally, at 10:30, I went back to the doctor and basically curled in a ball in the corner until they called me. Finally, the dentist gave me the tooth numbing shot, and I could feel the pain slip away for the last time. The nurse saw me holding my head and gave me some ibuprofen, promising me I wouldn't OD on it. The doc did his thing, and I left with only the root canal pain...which was a million times better than the other pain.

I felt like I had the flu that night (probably from the infection), and I awoke Friday with some medicine head, but by Friday afternoon, I was as good as new. I have never been in such severe pain before, and I hope I never will again!!

Blue Car Blues: Part II

Is there anything worse than the car dealership's waiting room? Wait, there is...sitting there for 3 hours, only to be turned away without having your car fixed. Not once, but TWICE!!

That's right, I went back to attempt to have the amp in my new car installed and right as Ellen was going off, the service guy was handing me keys to a crappy Grand Prix that is a few years older than my new car, and a whole lot crappier!

I was not happy.

When the service guy told me to take the loaner, I asked him when my car would be finished. His response:

"Probably not today."

Great.

I went to my car and grabbed my work bag and took off, totally forgetting to grab my house key off the key chain. Luckily, my mom had a spare she let me borrow. I figured the car would be finished Saturday, and I could swap them out then.

By 3:00pm Saturday, I was beginning to fear my car wasn't going to be ready. I called, and was informed that my car wasn't ready because the service department wasn't even open on Saturday's!!

Me: "Are you kidding?"

Them: "No, sir."

Me: " I was told my car would be finished today, what the heck?"

Them: "I don't know who told you that, but the service department isn't open today."

It's now Monday...still no call, still no car...STILL NO FLOOR MATS! I'll keep you posted.

Blue Car Blues

Purchasing a new car can be exciting, but it can also be very trying. You look for hours, days, weeks, whatever, and when you finally get what you think you want, there is inevitably something.

Something you overlooked. Something that looked better on the lot than when you got it home. Something that you though would be a quick fix, that turned into a headache.

Headache describes my new car. Don't get me wrong, I love it. It's awesome inside and out except for three small things, all of which the dealer agreed to correct.

1. No floormats. That sucks, but a new set is on order.

2. A small dent on the driver side back panel. "We will pop that out for you."

3. The amp on the stereo is blown. But it's in the shop, and will be ready in a week or so.

Do you know how much it sucks not having a radio? Well, let's just say a lot. But, true to their promise, the amp was repaired and I took a day off work to go get it installed. I arrived at 9:00, which was my appointment time. They said it would only take an hour.

Why do people estimate times? They are never right. After I dropped the car off, I took off on foot, because, as I have failed to mention, we bought the car in Shelbyville, so I was 30 miles from home (which is Columbus, for those of you not in the know.) I walked to the Goodwill store, as it was fairly close and spent about 40 minutes in there. My thought was, when I get back, the car will be close to being finished.

It was 9:45.

I sat in the waiting room and looked at a Sports Illustrated. Then another. Ellen came on the tv. I watched for a little while, cause she's damn funny!! Then I read another SI...then a Spin Magazine...then the first SI again...then the little pamphlets the car dealers have sitting on the table...then a Highlights magazine...then a Modern Bride magazine...I was out of alternatives, ok?!?

Then Ellen went off.

I was getting impatient, so I was pacing around the waiting room, then out to look at the cars, then the waiting room...at 11:45, the news came back that the amp wouldn't work, and they were going to have to order a new one for me...

"It'll be about a week."

I did my best to remain calm, but the guy could tell by the ever increasing redness in my face that I was pretty pissed. To make matters worse, the "Dent Guy" wasn't in yet, and couldn't fix that (is there only one guy who can pop a small dent???) AND the mats were never ordered. I got a promise that all three would be done on my next visit.

They called back after a week and the new part is in. I set up the amp repair, and inquired about the dent.

"Well, the "Dent Guy" is on vacation, and won't be back til the 4th."

I didn't even ask about the mats. I figured I will just be "surprised" when I get there tomorrow. For my blood pressure's sake, I hope they are.

Something Smells Fishy

I am not a great outdoorsman.

I accept this.

But every year, Becky and I get our fishing license and swear that this is gonna be the year we catch and eat fish all summer. We tried last year. We went out a handful of times to different locales. Do you know how many fish I caught?

Zero. None. Nadda. Bupkis.

Becky would always catch a few, but never enough for us to take them home. It's very frustrating. We hoped this year would be better, so a few weeks back, we bought our licenses, got some worms, and trekked over to the Greensburg Reservoir for some hard core fishing. "This time," I said, "we aren't leaving without enough to eat!!"

I figured that 6 or 7 good sized bluegill would fill us up nicely with some fries, so we set our goal at 6. What I didn't realize at the time was 6 would be the number of hours we would sit on the bank trying to catch some fish!! I spent more time un-mossing my line than I did actually fishing! I wasn't even getting any action...and to make matters worse, this older guy at one point came walking down the bank. He would throw his line out, and reel a fish in.

Every time.

I would hear him pulling one in, so I would stop and watch. He'd take it off the hook, and toss it back in the water. Cast, hook, release. At one point, he caught one, looked straight at me and tossed the fish back into the water without releasing his stare at me.

I was pissed.

You can catch fish you old turd, but don't mock me while doing it!! He came right next to us and started fishing only a few steps away.

Him: "Having any luck?"

Me: "No."

Him: "I catch 75 to 100 fish a day in here."

Me: "Well, that's 75 to 100 more than we've caught."

I got up and left. I didn't like his smugness. Becky was having a little luck, pulling in one fish an hour. If you do the math, 1 fish an hour for 6 hours = 6 fish!! We did it, we reached our goal.

Ok, Becky reached our goal. I caught nothing.

We went to my mom and dad's house to get some cleaning tips, since we've never cleaned or cooked fish before. (Quit snickering, I said I am not a great outdoorsman, ok?!?) When I asked them if they knew how to clean a fish, they both quickly turned their heads and pretended they didn't have a clue.

"Uh, no...cleaning fish, um...I'm not really sure...ahhh."

After I assured them I was going to do it myself, and I just needed pointers, they came clean with some info. Becky and I took them home, and began the cleaning process. Remove head, scale, remove fins, remove innards (that's a technical term for guts). This process would have been easier with a sharp knife. It's not as easy to cut a fish head off when you have to saw it, just take my word for it.

We managed to clean all 6 of our...I mean, Becky's...fish, and we took them inside for cooking. We dipped them in milk (to kill the fishy smell while cooking. Thanks for the tip, mom!!) and put some batter on them. I wasn't sure exactly how to cook them, so I put the oil in the pan, turned it on, and went to the internet for help. After a few minutes, I returned to the kitchen to find it engulfed in smoke!! I guess letting oil cook on the stove without anything in it isn't the best move.

We put the fish in whole, and cooked them for awhile. After they were nearly finished, we pulled the fish apart and removed the backbones. Then, we ate. Surprisingly, six fish did fill us up!! I don't know if it was worth six hours of fishing and another hour of cleaning and cooking, but it was rather tasty.

Anyone have a good method of getting that fish smell off my hands??

Shed-volution

For the past couple of weeks, Becky and I decided to overhaul our shed, with the excellent help of my mom and dad. Before, it was a run down, dirty, beast of a shed, but we dedicated ourselves to making it beautiful once more.

Now that we are very nearly finished (we still have some painting to do), I thought I would share the results.

DAY ONE:

We started on the back yard side of the shed.

(Before - backyard side of shed)

I had to brace the inside walls, as the people who put the shed up put the studs every 32 inches instead of every 16. After that, I began demolition. I tore our the entire front and re-sheeted it. Big D (my dad, for those of you not in the know) then cut out the opening for a window, we swapped out the door for a new one and we began some siding.

(Backyard Side Shed - Day one.)

DAY TWO:

On day two I was flying solo, so I only finished the siding on the backyard side. I wanted to pace myself, and it was, like, 100 degrees out.

(Finished Backyard Side Shed...still
needs some paint on the trim.)

DAY THREE:

Day three was a Monday, so Becky and I had to get what we could finish done after we got home from work. I decided to do the outside side of the shed.

(Before: Outside Side of Shed)

Mom had pulled all the vines and crap off the wall when she was over, so that was out of the way. I then removed the window (as this window faces a business, and I don't need people looking in my shed window from the alley or the business). This task was fairly straight forward. Remove the window, board up the hole, and, well, that's it. I didn't take the sides off here, because they were in good shape. We just sided over them.

(After: Outside Side of Shed)

DAY FOUR/FIVE:

We had to wait for Friday to roll around before we started day four. Why? We needed to call in the big guns. Dad actually took a day off (isn't he the best?!?) to come and prep the back side of the shed.

(Before: Back Side of Shed.)

This was the biggest part of all. Big D began the process while I was at work. He took the old garage door off, and began making a casing for the new doors to sit on (you can see the excellent work in the After photo below!) After that set (overnight), I removed the old wood, while Big D framed in the new doors. The new doors went in on the first try, because my dad is super-awesome with that kinda stuff! We re-sheeted the back, and called it a night.

(First day of Back Side of Shed renovation.)

DAY SIX:

Becky and I attacked the back side of the shed after work, and make some good progress the first day. We put up trim, painted, and did some prep for the siding.

(Second Day of Back of Shed Renovation.)

DAY SEVEN:

On day seven, we finished the back of the shed, and wow, what a difference!!

(Finished back of shed.)

DAY EIGHT:

We now began to work on the carport side of the shed.

(Before: Carport Side of Shed.)

Big D had cut a window in the carport side earlier in the festivities, so Becky and I once again began to attack the siding. When we got to the top, we stopped so Dad could add a 1 x 6 trim at the top.

(After: Finished Carport Side of Shed.)

More Autographs!!

Have you given up on your favorite star signing for you? Well, you shouldn't cause the other day I received this in the mail for Amanda...

(Chris Daughtry signed promotional photo, also

signed by a few of his band mates!!)

I predicted a 14-21 day turn on this photo, and it took 14 weeks. Oops!! That's only 98 days, so I was pretty close, right?!?

ALSO...I received this photo in for Sue's mother-in-law, Debbi:

Before you get too excited, Debbi, please know that this autograph is PRE_PRINTED! He did not actually sign the photo. It is a pretty nice picture, if you're into scruffy looking dudes, that is. I will get this in the mail to you soon, unless Hank and Sue invite me over to their new house, at which point I will hand deliver. (This photo had a bonus Fan Club information sheet with it...big excitement!!)

Who will be next to receive their autograph? Stay tuned!!

(Please visit The Contest Starts Now if you have no idea what this post is about!!)

Angry Rant # 7

One of the greatest things about writing a blog is the knowledge that someone, somewhere is reading your words, and they either agree or disagree with the opinions that you have. Most of the time, the words are just used for the reader's own internal debate, and sometimes the reader feels passionately enough about a subject to leave a comment for me.

I love comments, cause it justifies why I do this. Knowing that people read allows me to feed my ego, and continue on with the process (thanks to all who comment, and a big shout out to Sue, who almost always does so!) No matter if you agree, disagree, laugh, cry, or scream at what I write, your opinion is just as important as the words I write.

Sometimes, I feel passionate enough to respond to the comments. If you weren't around for the Cat Stevens Fiasco, then you might not know what I mean...but if you were around for that, you DEFINITELY know what I mean!!

Anyway, my recent post attracted a new reader whose comment I would love to respond to. The post in question, 5 Things I'll Never Understand, listed as one of the things the fact that radio stations cut the ends off of songs. To this, a reader named "Jose" responded:

"LYRICS!!! The one I can't stand is IMAGINE. For example, imagine there is no religion. Someone should shoot the godless communist that wrote that one."

(He goes on to say a few more things that you can read for yourself in the comments section of the post.)

For those of you not in the know, I am a huge Beatles fan, huge John Lennon fan, and I cannot keep my lips buttoned on this comment. I will leave the comment up, because I believe in people having their opinions, but I will have to respond to it, and here is my answer to you, Jose...

A few years back, I was watching a program about lyrics in songs. It was about how kids are drawn to violence because of the lyrics in songs from Twisted Sister, Ozzy Osbourne, Judas Priest, etc...and then the show had a preacher-type guy on there who was "analysing" an Alice in Chains tune called "Man in the Box."

Preacher Man said it's songs like "Man in the Box" that are teaching kids to hate religion, to turn their backs on God and other such anti-religious things in nature. Why?

"Just listen to the lyrics," he pointed out. As a clip of the music video played, he helped us understand the lyrics.

"Feed my eyes...can you sew them shut...Jesus Christ...deny your maker..."

"See how clear it is, they are telling you to deny your maker!!" he exclaimed.

The show then went to another song. This enraged me, being an Alice in Chains fan, because I know that song, and I know how it ends...

"Feed my eyes...can you sew them shut...Jesus Christ...deny your maker...HE WHO TRIES...WILL BE WASTED!!"

Hello!! When you take the song completely in context, you see the rest of the story. They aren't saying deny your maker, they are saying IF you deny Him, you will be wasted. This isn't an anti-religion song, it's actually a PRO-religion song if anything! (Actually, the song is speaking out against animal cruelty and censorship, NOT against religion!)

Why this Alice in Chains rant? To make my point about "Jose's" comment, and it is simply this: Take the whole song in context, not just the parts you want to make your argument. John Lennon was a lot of things...but the theme of his music was almost always about one subject, peace.

Let's look at the song Imagine:

"Imagine there's no Heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man

Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world
You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one"

Lennon isn't saying denounce religion, he's saying if you took all the things that divide people...possessions (dividing the rich and the poor), countries (dividing different nationalities), religion (I don't think I need to give examples of how religion can divide people...ALSO don't misread this as me saying religion divides people, because I am not saying that!! I am simply saying religion CAN divide people and has in the past and current day.)...and eliminated them, maybe the world could establish peace and could, as the song says, allow us to live as one.

I can see how the line "Imagine all the people, sharing all the world" might sound like he is promoting communism, but look at the song as a whole, and look at Lennon's musical works as a whole, and I think the only conclusion you can come up with is this song is NOT about communism or Lennon being "godless" as Jose wrote.

Now, if you have made it this far, I need your help. Whether you agree or not with this, please take a minute and comment, just so I know you are out there, and to know your stance on this subject. Maybe I am wrong on this...the bottom line is this: Take things, whether they be song lyrics, speeches, or quotes in their context. Don't assume because someone says "deny your maker", that they are denouncing religion because you never know if they are going to follow that up with "he who tries will be wasted!"

Killing Fields (UPDATE)

The death count gets higher...

4 Chipmunks

4 Birds

(Reporting deaths...now I feel like CNN News!!)

That is all.

5 Things I'll Never Understand

I consider myself a pretty open-minded person. I can see how some people can enjoy Pepsi over Coke, Chinese food over Mexican, or even '80's music over '60's music (though that one is a stretch!!)

But there are a few things that I don't believe can be explained by any rational explanation. Here are a few things I don't understand.

1. Devil went Down to Georgia

Charlie Daniels has been sawing on that fiddle for decades, telling the tale of "Johnny" (or Jonny, or Johny, or however the hell you want to spell it.) vs. "The Devil." For those of you not in the know (who doesn't know this song??), The Devil bets Johnny a fiddle of gold, against Johnny's soul that he can play fiddle better.

And The Devil totally kicks Johnny's ass. Song's over...

Wait, Johnny wins?? And he wins with "Granny does your dog bite? No, child, no!"?!? You have got to be kidding me! First, The Devil's fiddling is totally superior to that of Johnny, and secondly, do you really expect me to believe The Devil is just gonna bow and give up the fiddle to "Granny does your dog bite?"

I don't get it...I'll never get it. Who honestly thinks Johnny is better?

2. Bald is Beautiful

Only certain people can pull off the bald look. Bruce Willis, Michael Jordan, etc...I have no problem with "Follically Challenged" people shaving their heads. The thing I don't understand is people who naturally have a beautiful head of hair, but decide they want to shave their heads! You know who I'm talking about Britney Spears, Chris Daughtry, David Beckham...







(David Beckham with hair)





(David Beckham without hair)

(NOTE: I know, he's sexy with OR without hair!! Damn you David Beckham!!)

3. On The Radio

Not only do I not understand this one, but it also bugs me. Certain songs, usually long songs, have endings that are as much a part of the song's appeal as the song itself...for example, Layla by Derek and the Dominos. At the end of this epic song, you hear Eric Clapton and Duane Allman trading licks back and forth, ending with Duane Allman's famous "bird-call" lick.

If you don't know what I'm talking about, listen to the song...or just take my word for it when I say it's awesome.

Well, guess what happens when this song is on the radio? The damn DJ comes in right before the bird-call lick and starts yappin' their trap and/or fading the song out before the lick is played!! Why play a 7 minute song on the radio, and cut the last 3 seconds of it?!? That makes me mad!! I WANT TO HEAR THAT LICK! Same thing with Dire Straits Sultans of Swing (cool ending solo stuff), or Zepplelin's Stairway to Heaven etc...

If I am going to sit through 6 or 7 or 10 minutes of a song (hello, November Rain!!), then at least give me the pleasure of hearing the whole song!!

4. Third-World Countries

Can someone explain this? I've never heard of First-World or Second-World Countries (I'm sure there are both, but which countries fall in that class?), but you hear all about the Third-World. I'm just confused!

5. Listen to the Bass go BOOM

You know what I'm talking about here...car rollin' down the street, windows down (even if it's 20 degrees out) and the bass of the car's stereo is jacked so high, and is so loud, that the windows on surrounding buildings are rattling. What is the purpose of this? Ladies, does this turn you on? Does it give the guy in the Honda Civic "street cred?" Maybe I'm just old fashioned (or old, either way) but I think this is ridiculous!! No one wants to hear your stereo that loud booming...it's not cool. And pull your pants up while you're at it.

5a. Air Bud

People, dogs cannot play basketball. Dogs cannot play soccer. Dogs cannot play football. Get over it!! (This goes for all the crazy animals doing human stuff movies such as that one with Joey from "Friends" and the baseball playing monkey.)

That's all for now...I'm glad I got that out of my system!!

The Killing Field

Something just isn't right. Look at the picture below, looks like a small goldfish pond, right?



Oh, how I wish that were right. Over the last couple of weeks, it has become less of a small goldfish pond, and more of a Killing Field...that's right people, I'm talking death here!! (I know, it's not a field...it's a pond...I just like the sound of Killing Field, alright? Get off my back!!)

In the past couple of weeks I have "fished" two birds and four...COUNT 'EM, FOUR chipmunks out of the Killing Field. The first one was a fatty we posthumously named "Theodore." the second one, a little guy, we named "Alvin." The third one was "Simon" because of his tiny pair of glasses, of course. When I saw the fourth one, I just called out "You got to be kidding me!!" So that is now his name.

The birds had no names, they were just birds.

Becky and I had formulated a theory about the death of Theodore when we first found him. Maybe he ran out of the shed, through the foliage and into the pond...he couldn't get out, and thusly, he drowned. It was a good theory...but then we found bird 1, bird 2, Alvin, Simon, and You got to be kidding me in the pond...something was fishy here, and it wasn't the goldfish!!

We formulated a new theory...maybe the fish were attacking!! Ok, that theory sucked. I think it's a stray cat in the neighborhood killing animals and putting them into the pond. I mean, what other explanation can there be? I understand that the chipmunks might be dumb and drown, but birds? I don't think so.

What's your theory?

Party Time

If you were there on May 12th, you might remember some of this...then again, you might not. If you weren't there, then you will probably be kicking yourself after looking at these awesome (if not slightly blurry on some) party pictures...

...unless you weren't invited...in which case, I highly recommend you try to be a better friend so next time you will get the invite!!


(Party invitations...I made
them myself!)


(The first guests of the night, Kristy...in the
pink shirt...and her sister, Shelley. Thanks for
making it on time!)




(Also arriving close to the 6pm start time was
Becky and my friend, Nellie "Chicago.")



(Shannon and Becky...I think Shannon was a
gallon and a half into the Crick Water at this
point!)


(After a few rousing games of Yard Darts,
more people showed up. From left...Jill,
Becky (who was already there, of course), Jean,
and Nellie. Why didn't I get any pictures of
Larry?!?)


(And, finally, the late arrivers,
Jason, Lori and Scott. Ella came
with them, she just isn't in this
picture.)




(Of course, Bad Monkey was in the house!!
That's Double D...Doug...on the Bass, and
Big Daddy Staddy...Dan...on the guitar and
lead vocals.)



(Travis banged the drums.)


(Once the band geared up, we
started to boogie...that's me, boogie-ing
for those of you not in the know.)


(Lori and Ella gettin' low.)


(Jill and I getting our Running Man on!!)

(Big Daddy Staddy with a face melting
solo!)

(Ella making some new friends...)



(...and Jason reacquainting with an
old friend.)


(RETURN OF THE FRO!!!)


(Ella, me and Lori...what can I say, I'm a
chick magnet!!)


(Me on stage with Bad Monkey...this was my
first ever performance with an electric guitar
and first ever with a full backing band. After
muddling through "Every Rose Has it's Thorn,"
we rocked the Stones' "Paint It, Black"...
at least I thought it rocked!!)


(Unfortunately, Freaky, Toby, Chris and a host
of other beer drinkers couldn't make it, so I
had a lot of booze left over...since
I didn't want to feel like an idiot taking back a
non-empty keg, I decided to drain it into the
sink. Man, did that sink get wasted!!)

Happy Birthday, Becky!

Today is Becky's birthday. I asked her what she wanted and she had two requests. A photo printer and a cake.

We went out and bought the photo printer...and I decided to make the cake. I've never made a cake before, but I was ready to give it a try. I'd seen my mom do it a hundred times, so I figured I would go for it.

Becky chose chocolate cake, which I'm not very fond of, but it's her cake, so whatever.


(Super Moist!!)

Following the instructions on the box, I mixed the ingredients together in a bowl.


(Ingredients, pretty self explanatory, I know.)

I decided to be bold and make a two layer cake, instead of your normal, ho-hum flat cake.


(Cake times two!)

I let my cat lick the bowl a little, just to make sure the mixture wasn't poisonous.


(Dakota...no animals were harmed in the baking of this cake!)

Dakota didn't pass out, or keel over dead, so I took a turn at the mix!


(I also didn't keel over, in case you were curious.)

After 24 minutes, the cakes came out of the oven, and I promptly allowed them to cool for 10 minutes, as instructed.


(Getting close!)

After the required 10 minute "cooling time" I popped a cake out and slapped it on the plate. It was at this point, I remembered hearing a story about putting the icing on while the cake was hot.

It was a bad idea, let's leave it at that.

So, I let it cool completely, (actually, the icing container told me, in big scary letters to LET THE CAKE COOL!) Then, I put the icing on.


(Voila!!)

Happy Birthday, Becky! I hope you enjoy the cake, and it doesn't make you keel over dead!