“So they had a candy bar I had never seen before.”
“Oh, yeah? What kind?”
“A Spanow… Spoonow… I’m not sure how you say it. Have you ever had one?”
“Not that I know of. What did it look like?”
“ I got it. This is it.”
And this is what she had:
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Don't think I've had one of these before...
So the other day a female I know was looking for a little chocolate fix late in the afternoon. She had decided to grab a candy bar and on here return the following conversation took place between her and another:
“So they had a candy bar I had never seen before.”
“Oh, yeah? What kind?”
“A Spanow… Spoonow… I’m not sure how you say it. Have you ever had one?”
“Not that I know of. What did it look like?”
“ I got it. This is it.”
And this is what she had:
“So they had a candy bar I had never seen before.”
“Oh, yeah? What kind?”
“A Spanow… Spoonow… I’m not sure how you say it. Have you ever had one?”
“Not that I know of. What did it look like?”
“ I got it. This is it.”
And this is what she had:
Monday, August 25, 2008
Five bucks for what...
So a couple of days ago I was home alone when all of the sudden I hear thump, thump, thump, ding-dong, ding, ding-dong at the front door. Shannon was out doing errands or something and I was upstairs. The urgency at the front door startled me and I flew down the stairs thinking something may have happened. We have no peephole so I quickly threw the deadbolt and yanked open the door. Standing at my door was a young blonde girl.
“Ok, so my name is Tiffany – with a Y - and I am trying to make some money,” she says to me in an overly perky voice.
I am not sure how much time pasted as she stood there smiling at me as I waited for her to finish. I’m sure I had a totally perplexed look on my face, because she never did. Finally I broke the silence.
“Oh, I get it… so where’s Chris Hansen?” I replied
“Ummm, what?”
“You know Dateline NBC. To Catch a Predator. Chris Hansen.”
“Ummm, ok. Like I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“How much are you looking for?”
And as I said that my only thought was I hope this is not a prostitution sting and, because that statement could be taken so many ways…
“Ummm, like five dollars. I’m a cheerleader!” she exclaimed and then did a little kick.
I kind of chuckled.
“Did my wife put you up to this?”
“Huh?”
“Nevermind, what do I get for five dollars?”
What am I saying? Please don’t let this be an undercover cop I thought.
Ummm, you get this coupon for breadsticks at Papa John’s. They’re like really good.”
“You know I don’t even live here. I was just robbing the place when you knocked.”
Really, so do you know when the people that live here will be back?”
“Hopefully long after I leave.”
“So do you like think I should come back?” she asked
“Well if I have enough time to load up all of this stuff they probably won’t have money to waste on that coupon. You know they will have to spend it on furniture and stuff…”
“You’re probably right…” she said disappointedly
“Hey look if you like anything in here you can take it and try to pawn it.” I said with a smirk
“Naaah that’s ok.” she said as she began to turn away
Yes! You got rid of her that little voice said. I started to shut the door. And then it happened…
A few hours later Shannon was home picking up.
“Hey can I throw this Papa John’s coupon away?” I here her ask from the kitchen
“No! That cost me five bucks!”
“You paid five bucks for a breadsticks coupon? Are you kidding?”
Hunny, you just had to have been there.
“Ok, so my name is Tiffany – with a Y - and I am trying to make some money,” she says to me in an overly perky voice.
I am not sure how much time pasted as she stood there smiling at me as I waited for her to finish. I’m sure I had a totally perplexed look on my face, because she never did. Finally I broke the silence.
“Oh, I get it… so where’s Chris Hansen?” I replied
“Ummm, what?”
“You know Dateline NBC. To Catch a Predator. Chris Hansen.”
“Ummm, ok. Like I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“How much are you looking for?”
And as I said that my only thought was I hope this is not a prostitution sting and, because that statement could be taken so many ways…
“Ummm, like five dollars. I’m a cheerleader!” she exclaimed and then did a little kick.
I kind of chuckled.
“Did my wife put you up to this?”
“Huh?”
“Nevermind, what do I get for five dollars?”
What am I saying? Please don’t let this be an undercover cop I thought.
Ummm, you get this coupon for breadsticks at Papa John’s. They’re like really good.”
“You know I don’t even live here. I was just robbing the place when you knocked.”
Really, so do you know when the people that live here will be back?”
“Hopefully long after I leave.”
“So do you like think I should come back?” she asked
“Well if I have enough time to load up all of this stuff they probably won’t have money to waste on that coupon. You know they will have to spend it on furniture and stuff…”
“You’re probably right…” she said disappointedly
“Hey look if you like anything in here you can take it and try to pawn it.” I said with a smirk
“Naaah that’s ok.” she said as she began to turn away
Yes! You got rid of her that little voice said. I started to shut the door. And then it happened…
A few hours later Shannon was home picking up.
“Hey can I throw this Papa John’s coupon away?” I here her ask from the kitchen
“No! That cost me five bucks!”
“You paid five bucks for a breadsticks coupon? Are you kidding?”
Hunny, you just had to have been there.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
Dream cars of the week...
This week I have to post up a few cars out of the Rolling Bones Speed Shop. If you are into traditional hot rods these cars have the look. Keep your eyes open today, because they will be blasting across southern Wyoming and into Utah for Speedweek!
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
All is "fair"...
Ah, yes it is that time of year again. Time for gorging yourself on cotton candy, funnel cakes, and deep fried Twinkies only to end up vomiting on the ferris wheel! Yes, I am talking about the FAIR!
While coming home tonight I was reminded that it is that time again as I saw the carnival rides on the back of semis cruising down the freeway.
Growing up I didn't mind the fair. What was not to like - soda, burgers, hotdogs, neon lights, music, demolition derbys, and truck & tractor pulls! Come on what is better than cruising the carnival midway on your lime green Schwinn Predator wasting the money your parents planned to use to send you to college (or at least a good trade school) trying to win a 4" X 4" mirror in a decorated cardboard frame with the Playboy Bunny, Budwiser script, Van Halen logo on it.
My parents would have liked for me to show more interest in the livestock, but you know...
Over the last few years whenever I think of the fair I think of these great commercials for the L.A. County Fair. Enjoy:
While coming home tonight I was reminded that it is that time again as I saw the carnival rides on the back of semis cruising down the freeway.
Growing up I didn't mind the fair. What was not to like - soda, burgers, hotdogs, neon lights, music, demolition derbys, and truck & tractor pulls! Come on what is better than cruising the carnival midway on your lime green Schwinn Predator wasting the money your parents planned to use to send you to college (or at least a good trade school) trying to win a 4" X 4" mirror in a decorated cardboard frame with the Playboy Bunny, Budwiser script, Van Halen logo on it.
My parents would have liked for me to show more interest in the livestock, but you know...
Over the last few years whenever I think of the fair I think of these great commercials for the L.A. County Fair. Enjoy:
Monday, August 11, 2008
It's gooood...
Ok, so last night we were sitting around with nothing to do and I suggested we put in a movie. Now I would have picked a manly movie full of blood, guns, and sandpaper but Shannon picked Enchanted...
I hadn't watched it all before, but I did last night 'cause it was with her. It actually had some funny parts in it, but when I saw the scene with the chpmunk doing an impression of the villians it was hilarious. When he says it's good I bust up. Just something about the way he talks and his expressions. Here is the clip:
I hadn't watched it all before, but I did last night 'cause it was with her. It actually had some funny parts in it, but when I saw the scene with the chpmunk doing an impression of the villians it was hilarious. When he says it's good I bust up. Just something about the way he talks and his expressions. Here is the clip:
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Friday, August 8, 2008
Dream car, errr truck, well ummm car of the week...
For years people have debated on wether the Ford Ranchero and Chevrolet El Caminos are trucks or cars. You know what - I don't care. I love 'em in either catagory. And I am particually fond of Keith Weesner's. Ain't she a beaut!
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Weld Wheels founder passes...
Former Indy driver Greg Weld dies at 64
Aug 4, 2008
INDIANAPOLIS (AP)—Greg Weld, who won 21 U.S. Auto Club sprint car races and was the series national champion in 1967, died Monday. He was 64.
The cause of death was not immediately known.
The Indianapolis Motor Speedway said Weld died in Kansas City, Mo., where his company, Weld Racing Wheels, is based.
Weld passed his Indianapolis 500 rookie test in 1965, when he was the USAC sprint car runner-up to Johnny Rutherford, but his only start at the Speedway was in 1970, when he finished 32nd.
By that time, however, his growing business was taking up much of his time, and he finished his driving career at age 30 with a fourth-place finish in the 1974 USAC Silver Crown series. In his final race, he was runner-up to A.J. Foyt in a 50-mile sprint car race on the Indiana State Fairgrounds dirt track two nights before the 1974 Indy 500.
A funeral service is scheduled for Friday at the Kansas City Baptist Temple.
Aug 4, 2008
INDIANAPOLIS (AP)—Greg Weld, who won 21 U.S. Auto Club sprint car races and was the series national champion in 1967, died Monday. He was 64.
The cause of death was not immediately known.
The Indianapolis Motor Speedway said Weld died in Kansas City, Mo., where his company, Weld Racing Wheels, is based.
Weld passed his Indianapolis 500 rookie test in 1965, when he was the USAC sprint car runner-up to Johnny Rutherford, but his only start at the Speedway was in 1970, when he finished 32nd.
By that time, however, his growing business was taking up much of his time, and he finished his driving career at age 30 with a fourth-place finish in the 1974 USAC Silver Crown series. In his final race, he was runner-up to A.J. Foyt in a 50-mile sprint car race on the Indiana State Fairgrounds dirt track two nights before the 1974 Indy 500.
A funeral service is scheduled for Friday at the Kansas City Baptist Temple.
The breakdown of civilization...
Ok, so today I was given something, to share with my wife and daughter, that I found rather alarming.
I don't know why but what was given to me upset me to my very core. It got to me from both an emotional and moral standpoint.
It disturbs me more than that "provocative" picture of Miley Cyrus and her father, Christian Bale's Batman voice, or even the thought of a nuclear Iran.
I was given a book today, but not just any book, a book that I believe is helping usher in a total breakdown of our modern civilization. I envision reverting back to dragging women by the hair and searching for fire. Honestly we might as well just grow gills, because we are headed back to the water...
Apparently, according to the literature I received today, there is someone out there that finds no issue with mismatched apparel!
Yes you read me right I said mismatched apparel. The company, Miss Matched Inc., located in New York is marketing mismatched apperal. Their focus is selling socks that DO NOT match! And it doesn't end there - the sell them in 3s. Unmatched socks sold in packs / multiples of three... I KNOW!
Now as someone who has a mild case of OCD - stop laughing I admitted to it - you can see how this would just fluster me. Can you imagine laundry day? And what are we teaching our children?
Some call it a revolution - I call it anarchy!
That's right Old Testament, real wrath of God type stuff. Fire and brimstone coming down from the skies! Rivers and seas boiling! Forty years of darkness! Earthquakes, volcanoes... The dead rising from the grave! Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together, mass hysteria! Oh, sorry - channeling Ghostbusters...
I don't know why but what was given to me upset me to my very core. It got to me from both an emotional and moral standpoint.
It disturbs me more than that "provocative" picture of Miley Cyrus and her father, Christian Bale's Batman voice, or even the thought of a nuclear Iran.
I was given a book today, but not just any book, a book that I believe is helping usher in a total breakdown of our modern civilization. I envision reverting back to dragging women by the hair and searching for fire. Honestly we might as well just grow gills, because we are headed back to the water...
Apparently, according to the literature I received today, there is someone out there that finds no issue with mismatched apparel!
Yes you read me right I said mismatched apparel. The company, Miss Matched Inc., located in New York is marketing mismatched apperal. Their focus is selling socks that DO NOT match! And it doesn't end there - the sell them in 3s. Unmatched socks sold in packs / multiples of three... I KNOW!
Now as someone who has a mild case of OCD - stop laughing I admitted to it - you can see how this would just fluster me. Can you imagine laundry day? And what are we teaching our children?
Some call it a revolution - I call it anarchy!
That's right Old Testament, real wrath of God type stuff. Fire and brimstone coming down from the skies! Rivers and seas boiling! Forty years of darkness! Earthquakes, volcanoes... The dead rising from the grave! Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together, mass hysteria! Oh, sorry - channeling Ghostbusters...
Monday, August 4, 2008
Not that there's anything wrong with that...
(If you are a fan of Seinfeld you get the reference.)
There recently was an article online that brought the above statement to mind. Here is part of that article that recently circulated about an Olympic hopeful:
"Homosexual eases into 100 final at Olympic trials
Tyson Homosexual easily won his semifinal for the 100 meters at the U.S. Olympic track and field trials and seemed to save something for the final later Sunday.
His wind-aided 9.85 seconds was a fairly cut-and-dry performance compared to what happened a day earlier. On Saturday, Homosexual misjudged the finish in his opening heat and had to scramble to finish fourth, then in his quarterfinal a couple of hours later, ran 9.77 to break the American record that had stood since 1999..."
Ok, the kicker - his name is Tyson Gay. In our now overly PC society, and thanks to filtering software, the media has renamed him Homosexual...
There recently was an article online that brought the above statement to mind. Here is part of that article that recently circulated about an Olympic hopeful:
"Homosexual eases into 100 final at Olympic trials
Tyson Homosexual easily won his semifinal for the 100 meters at the U.S. Olympic track and field trials and seemed to save something for the final later Sunday.
His wind-aided 9.85 seconds was a fairly cut-and-dry performance compared to what happened a day earlier. On Saturday, Homosexual misjudged the finish in his opening heat and had to scramble to finish fourth, then in his quarterfinal a couple of hours later, ran 9.77 to break the American record that had stood since 1999..."
Ok, the kicker - his name is Tyson Gay. In our now overly PC society, and thanks to filtering software, the media has renamed him Homosexual...
Friday, August 1, 2008
Blogger block...
Yeah, I am suffering from it. Nothinggggggggggggggg interesting is happeneing to me. That's it.
Dream pee-cup of the week...
For this week's dream ride I have to pick Jimmy Smith's F100. This truck has had my attention for a few years now. The Econoline headlight bezels and Moon tank are cool. And the raw center 5 spokers and whitewall slicks add to the hot rod flavor. Cover in oxide primer and pinstriping and you have one killer truck. Jimmy sold the truck awhile back to a highschool aged girl! I hear now she wants a Honda... :(
Hey Dad - does this inspire ya?
Hey Dad - does this inspire ya?
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