Teenagers Today

At the local Walmart in Alabaster, near where I live, Friday and Saturday nights are some of the most amusing nights of the week. Teenagers walk up and down the sidewalks from one end to the other, mostly herding around Walmart. I don't have a problem with it at all, other than what they are wearing. 99% of the teens walking around have bleached hair, green hair, blue hair, red hair, or multi-colored hair. They all wear bluejeans that are so tight from their ankles to their waists, that I'm not sure where the guys put their reproductive organs. As a human, you cannot have any muscles in your legs to be able to wear those jeans. Not only do they wear extremely tight blue jeans, they wear some of the weirdest shirts and scarfs and headware I've ever seen. Where do they sell these clothes at? I've never seen these clothes in stores, not even Walmart and we all know they have EVERYTHING. So usually when we are sitting at home and bored, we go drive around Walmart and sit and watch these kids walking around. I'm sure they are good kids, but dang if they ain't a little weird with the clothes they wear. I'm all about being different and being onesself, but there is an extreme. When your blue jeans fit snugger than your whitey tighties, you need to take another look at your fashion sense.

Deep Thoughts

I often sit and think about things that many people don't, or they do and just don't tell anyone. Have you ever wondered how farts make a noise? Why some are loud, others mere rumblings, and some completely silent? Is there some type of mating call adaptation that triggers the sound, kind of like the grunting of baboons in the wild? An even bigger question surrounding the passing of gas is why does a fart have a different smell than a burp? They both come from the same place so why are they different in quality and texture? Would it be worse if our burps smelled like farts? That would definately leave a bad taste in your mouth. The question is how does the body apply two separate smells to two things leaving the same loading dock?

Another question that is hard to find an answer for is why do guys have nipples? Women have them for feeding children but men have no use for them. We are unable to feed our kids with them. Are the man's breast supposed to be like a pacifier to keep our little ones quiet? The woman's a feeder, the man's a suckling toy? These are questions I would like answers to. If you have an answer please pass it along. I will update the blog with occasional "Deep Thoughts" to keep us on our toes and thinking logical.

Mall cops

Has anyone else seen the show "Mall Cops: Mall of America"? These are the biggest geeks I've ever seen. Basically take a nerd cop with an attitude, take away his gun, flashlight, cuffs, and night stick, and what you are left with is a mall cop. These are the guys in high school who got picked on or played the chimes in the high school marching band. This is their way of getting back at the people who called them out for wearing their solid white band shoes everywhere they went. Now they've traded in the shoes for a radio and a can of mace. They walk around like they are armed to the T and no matter what goes down at the mall today they will be ready. They talk about their job being serious and critical for people's safety. These nerds wouldn't know what to do if something broke out. They would probably drop their radio calling for help, try to spray the mace and hit themselves in the face with it. And you know they sit around after work talking about what happened. I would imagine the conversation between Darryl and Gary would look like this:

Darryl: How'd your day go? Any problems?
Gary: Oh yeah, I was stoked about what happened today.
Darryl: Well tell the 10-60(details) about it.
Gary: Well I had a code 12-87 today down at Sears. When I arrived on the scene,
there was Coke spilled everywhere.
Darryl: No way!
Gary: Yeah way. It was a pretty bad scene. I coned off the containment area from
all the pedestrian traffic. From the looks of it, it was a spill and run.
Darryl: Stupid vigilantes.
Gary: Your telling me. The splatter from the Coke was about a 10 perimeter even
splashing up on a few shelves. It was a real mess and somebody was going to
get hurt if I didn't get the situation under control. You know this was one
of those situations you dream about at Securitas Training Academy. It was
time to shine. After 30 minutes of cleanup, I had the situation under
control.
Darryl: Man, that's great. I wish I could have been in Sector B with you and seen
the carnage. What did Sgt. Humpback say?
Gary: He just gave me a pat on the back and a well done soldier. We then reviewed
the security cameras and saw that the perpetrador was a 10 yr. old little boy.
Darryl: What waste of space for a human. Just think, if we would have been good
enough for the police academy we'd see this stuff everyday.
Gary: Yeah, you can bet next time I catch him in my mall, his butt is mine.

Anyways, this show is a complete joke. I usually like watching shows like "Deadliest Catch", "Dirtiest Jobs", and "COPS", but this is a joke. It's almost funny at the lack of respect they get when they do confront someone who is "doing something wrong". They pick out the smallest thing to complain about or get on to someone about so they can show authority, only to have it thrown in their face. And the funniest part is when a real cop shows up and steals the show. Good show if you too wore white shoes in high school. Come to think of it, I think the "anchor" played the trumpet and was a majorette in high school.

Gotta go

This post is about a situation I was faced with about a two years ago. Some of you might have even heard this story. The setting is here in Alabama. I was out on a job site in Talladega overseeing the construction of a new stamping facility. I drove everyday from Calera to Talladega, which took me about 45 minutes to an hour each way depending on how heavy my foot got that day. This particular day was a hot one. I had downed like 3 gallons of water, gatorade, and tea. We knocked off at about 4 pm. As I was heading back to the company car, it hit me, I had to pee. It wasn't a strong urge so I said to myself "You can hold this big guy." So I did. I hit the road and as I continued my drive, the sensation to pee got stronger. As I approached 459, the sensation was pretty intense. So now I am laying on the gas because I still have another 25 minutes to go before I get home. By the time I hit 65, my bladder was a full capacity. It was blow and go time. But as soon as the intensity level heightened, it totally went away. I didn't have to get the hose out and water the grass anymore. So I knew I had to get me some dinner so I pulled off at the Alabaster exit and into Chic-Fil-A. The second after I ordered my food, the urge hit me like like a fat chick on her way to the buffet. The hair on my neck stood up and I got the chills. I started doing like anyone of us would do and started shaking my leg back and forth. I was shaking so hard the car was rocking back and forth. When it was my time to pull up and pay, I was sweating I had to pee so bad. I handed the girl the money and waited for my food. Oh the pressure had built up to far. The warning lights were flashing and I couldn't shake my legs fast enough to dull the sensation. So I sat back and let go. I peeed all over myself. I've never felt so much weight lifted off my shoulders. After I let out an aaaaahhh, I realized what just happened due to the immense heat the pee was putting off. When they say our internal body temp is 98.6, they mean it, I was recieving 2nd degree burns on my inner thighs. As I drove home and became apparent how much I had peeed on myself. My shirt was wet up to my chest and my pants down to my knees. I literally soaked myself. All that pee had made me thirsty. So I did like Bear Grille does and Survivor and drank it out of my shirt. Just kidding, that is disgusting. So I proceeded on to the house where I went and showered and ate. I went back out to clean the seat in the company car. Luckily they were leather seats and didn't have any major damage. To this day, that is worst I have ever had to go to the bathroom in my life. I know what many of ya'll are thinking. Ooooh Gross!! I know good and well a couple of ya'll reading this have either peeed or pooped on yourself at some point in the past 5 years. You won't admit it but you have.

Romans 8:28

Today's lesson at church was one that I needed to hear again. "And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him,[a] who[b] have been called according to his purpose." This passage and some of the things that Pastor Les then went to say, got me thinking about other things that people seem to misunderstand or knowingly intrepret it in a way that makes sense to them. We as followers sometimes like to the word and mold it so that it fits our lifestyle instead of the other way around. How many times in church have we had the pastor say that we are to be Christ-like? How many times does the bible say the same thing? I've yet to hear the message on making Christ Wes-like. But that is exactly what we do. We latch on to the verses that give us comfort and affirmation, yet when we read something that we don't exactly want to hear, we tell ourselves, "that's not talking to me." Well is it talking to you? Have you asked God if its talking to you or are you making the call for Him in saying its not? Saturday as I cut a lady who lost her husband to a rare form of cancer several months before I lost my dad, I had many many thoughts running through my head. I've heard it said so many times, "live like Christ is coming back today". Yesterday I wouldn't have been caught off-guard. I believe I was doing exactly what God would have expected out of me as man who claims to follow Him. But that is not always the case. Why is that? Do we really think that God could come back at anytime? Monday at lunch? Wednesday at 4:34pm? While we are praying? While we are watching Baseball Tonight? While we are watching something we shouldn't? While we are in a bar having a drink? Or driving home from work? I think the answer to why we don't really worry that God is coming back on our watch is because we really don't think He will. We believe He'll come back hundreds of years from now or when the earth gets really really bad. We don't realized the earth is really really bad already except here in the USA where bad means walking outside realizing its hot then going back inside to the air conditioning. Just like a hundred other things that we say we believe about God. We believe them but we don't believe them because if we did, if we feared God the way we are to, we'd do everything possible to do as His word says. But as God says, it will be easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a man to get in to heaven. "For narrow is the gate". There has to be more to Christianity than saying a few simple words to get into heaven and being a true follow of Christ. As the bible says, there will be those who believe without a doubt that they are Christians who will be denied heaven. I believe thinking without a doubt that one is guarenteed heaven, is one of the most dangerous places one can be. Just acknowledging that we are sinners isn't enough either. In all this there has to be a sincere attempt everyday to be Christ-like. In speech, in prayer, in thoughts, and in actions. Christ was a sayer, a doer, and a prayer. If we are going to be Christ-like then we to must strive to have the characteristics of Christ. We may fool others but we'll never fool God. We can either live everyday expecting Christ's return or be surprised and ashamed when He shows up and we're not ready.

Soccer

Well in honor of the World Cup that is going on now, I would like to focus on this stupid sport. Here we have a sport that is played all over the world and loved by many, me not included. The game can be played whereever there is room to run and around and kick a ball. Maybe that is why people like to play it. Why people sit around and watch a game that most of the time ends a 0-0 tie blows my mind. They play for like 2 hours and maybe they score, maybe they don't, but 98% of the time they don't. Then when the game ends in a tie, they run around like they won and were all happy that they ended the game where they started. How stupid. And then there is the players. If they were to have an award called "Flamer of the Game" award, everyone who played would get it. These terds run around and if someone bumps into the or touches them, they fall down and cry. But they just don't fall down. They flip in the air, hit the ground, roll 3 times, and grab their face or leg. They look like they are in severe pain, possibly just lost an eye, or dislocated their hip. And they continue to do this until a referee waves are card(more on the card later). After the card is waved the player jumps up and gets ready to play or if the card seems to be taking to long they run a stretcher out there and tote him off the field and then he runs right back out on the field to play. This is faker than wrestling. Back to the card. Who came up with flash cards for a sport? I've yet to figure out what they mean, probably because I've never watched a game. If I took an educated guess I would say that each color stands for the level of gayness the injured player expresses. See chart below

Red = Boy George gay
Yellow = Elton John gay
Orange = Ellen Degenerous gay
Black = Metrosexual gay
Burnt Umber = This color card has never been issued. NO player has yet to show the
gayness of a man in cargo bluejean shorts.

Soccer is the worst sport on planet earth. Even worse than water ballet. Well I say the worst but it might actually challenge BSC athletics. Let's just say it sucks bad. Really who enjoys watching a bunch of strangers running around on a field kicking a ball back and forth to each other. I will say when you do see a team score, its a once in a lifetime event. If you do enjoy soccer, and are one of my friends, we need to talk.

Chased by PETA

Well its back to the grind. Unfortunately I don't have any "new" topics to talk about but I had another incident happen that involved the way I strap my dogs to the car. I will begin by saying that this is the second weekend in a row that I have run in to some tree hugger that likes to place their nose in someone else's business. Honestly I'm getting a little tired of it. I don't go around calling the EPA when the heavy set guy at Golden Corral farts and pollutes the air.
It all started Friday afternoon when we were headed to Harts-vegas. I had the dogs strapped down the same way I've done it now for 3 weekends. I even drove along side an Alabama State Trooper who proceeded to do nothing about the way the dogs were chillin on the back. But then here comes a blonde, air headed goon. I happened to look in my rear view mirror to see this lady cutting across 3 lanes of traffice, yes 3, and getting behind me with her camera phone trying to take a picture of the dogs and my license plate. When I realized what was going on, I did like any responsible dad would(Clark Griswald) and gunned it. Ya'll should have seen this lady bobbing in and out of traffic trying to catch me. Honestly I don't know how she didn't wreck. I can say that my blood pressure when through the roof as I prepared myself for some evasion manoovers I saw on COPS. Who the heck are these people? How many times have you seen a dog riding in the bed of a pickup truck, and even on the tool box? Are you telling me that that is safer than in a cage? Really I look forward to the day, that one of these lunaticks confronts me. I'm not sure what I'll do but I can't imagine letting them win the conversation. I guess it kind will be like when the lady asked me the Pilot station in Gardendale if I was going to give them some water, and I replied very respectfully, "No." People like this really get their panties in a wod over the stupidest stuff but could give a dang about the stuff that matters. Just because my dogs don't shower with me and sleep with me, make out with me, lick on my nipples, or poop in the toilet like humans do, doesn't make me a dog hater. The day one of my dogs looks at me and says, "you know Wes, I was thinking I might want to ride in the front seat with you today", will be the day I the mutt rides in the car. Until then, his hairy butt will ride in that cage and like it. These are the same people who take their kids out and put them on leashes. Really?. First off they need to get a life, most of them wake up everyday and try to find something to complain about. When I try to picture what one of the freaks looks like, I picture one of the homeless looking, smelly, mangy bearded, hairy legged women on Whale Wars. Don't you know those people smell like pure urine extract with a hint of smelly wet feet. Really I would pay any girl reading this $10 bucks to kiss the first mate on the Bob Barker. There has got to be a penis somewhere in the pubic hair or so called beard. Wow. People can be such geeeeeeeks.

Facebook Updater

Do you feel the same way I do about people who update their facebook throughout the day telling everyone what they are doing or about to do? Do we really care, honestly. Do you care that Bob just woke up? Or that Jenny just got her nails done? What about Travis just telling us what he had for lunch. I could care less about any of that stuff. Its just like Twitter. The thing is people actually think that people wake up every morning and think to themselves "Dang, I wonder how Larry started his day?" Do these people walk around thinking to themselves "I better update my Twitter so everyone knows I just had a Prostrate exam." Most the stuff people say on their update is nothing special, or real news. Are they just craving attention or what? I know what ya'll are thinking...Wes is being mean. Really I am not, I'm just having "common sense". If you're one of those thinking I am being mean and with holding information by not updated my twitter account or facebook page, I have listed below a timeline of events I have done today.

June 18, 2010

6:00 am - Rolled over to see the clock.
6:01 am - 21 gun salute to let everyone know I was up.
6:05 am - Got dressed for work.
6:11 am - Kissed Ami good-bye.
6:11:06 am - Kissed Madison good-bye.
6:16 am - got in my truck and headed to work.
6:20 am - merged on to I65 north.
6:24 am - tuned into Rick & Bubba and got behind a car traveling 60 in the left lane.
6:38 am - Pulled into the parking lot at work.
6:55 am - Said hey to Steve.
7:12 am - Said morning to Terrence as he arrived at work(work starts at 7).
7:15 am - Surfed the internet.
9:30 am - Still surfing.
9:46 am - Took the Browns to the Superbowl and won (Terdy to three.
10:01 am - Youtube.
10:14 am - Hung out in Steve's office til Lunch.
11:15 am - moved my truck to Titty could start grilling us some burgers.
11:35 am - started to take a bite of my burger.
12:32 pm - Cat nap.
1:25 pm - woke up.
1:56 pm - Wondered what it would be like to be hermaphrodite. Pee standing up or
sitting down?
2:10 pm - Had a little gas but nothing to intense.
2:12 pm - Faxed a job out.
2:13 pm - Pretty tired from faxing.
2:14 pm - surfing the internet.
2:23 pm - Went in Terrence's office to talk and farted on the way out.
2:45 pm - Shut it down til Monday.
2:48 pm - Bloggin'

Hopefully this eases your minds about how my day was. Obviously not very eventful.

Being Ethical

In today's society ethics can mean many things. It really depends on what country you are in. Here in the U.S., basically put someone in jail for stealing. In Iran they cut off your dominant hand and make you eat, write, and worse off use the bathroom with your undominant hand which is messy. I tried it once and peeed all over the wall. But back to the subject matter here. My question is when is it ethical to put down your dog? For about 2 weeks now, Buck (my retarded bloodhound) has had a limp in his front leg. When he stands for a while he picks his paw up in the air. I checked his leg and tugged around on it and he never hollered so I figured it might be in his paw. His pulled away when I touched his paw but didn't see any visual wounds. Could be a cut, I'm not sure. I'm not positive but I may have to put him down soon. I'm not much on watching animals suffer. At the cabin this past year, when those two nasty dogs came up with the mange, lice, hepatitis B, HIV, and whatever else they had, I would have put thim down had Derek and Noel not fell in love with them. Those dogs were 3 feet from deaths door probably ready for the misery to end when Noel gave them a false hope that someone was about to take them to a new home where they would bowls and bowls of Pedigree and visit PetSmart every weekend. Only to find out that death was teasing them. Had it been me and Smith and Wesson, there would have been no deception. Back to Buck. At what point does Buck's leg warrant Dr. Kevorkian type initiative? Is it when he never puts any weight on the leg at all and hobbles around or is when he can't walk at all? These are questions that we animal lovers have to answer sometimes. But is there another option? Would it be better for me to cut a custom 2 by 4 board in the shape of a leg and duct take his injured leg to it? I could even paint it dark brown and put sand paper on the bottom of it for traction. Then I could screw a bracket to it to hold his leash. For now, we'll give it a few more days and observe his motorization skills and go from there. If anyone has any suggestions please post them below.

PS- A vet is out of the question, unless you are paying.

Big Word Follow-up

I have compiled a list of "big words" below for those who don't know what it is. If you have ever used or are planning on using any of the following words, don't, it's really gay and makes you sound like a moron. I also listed phrases which also are not commonly used and should be avoided

1. Egregiously
2. Per
3. Due-diligent
4. That being said...
5. At the end of the day...
6. Exacerbate
7. Egregious
8. Verbiage
9. Ostracize
10. Also using a word where it doesn't go.

Pollick's Continued Success

Well by now, those of you who attended BSC have seen the article about the financial problem at BSC. Apparently the people running that place, that pounded in our head how smart you had to be to go there(except me) and BSC was for the elite, well aren't to smart it seems. Honestly this doesn't surprise me. It doesn't take a genious to realize that once you decide to allow more students in then you'll have to start offering more acedemic scholarships because not everyone's families have $150K to spend on school, at least mine didn't. But my real question now is for those who believed in Dr. Berte and what he did for the school academically and athletically as I do. Now that Pollick is blaming the previous administration (Berte) for the financial woes are you going to just stand by and accept it like you did the DIII fiasco or are you finally going to stand up to the pompus idiot? Are you going to just agree with Pollick that its Berte's fault and that he is was bad for the college just like DI sports were? My guess is probably. What's best for me, not necessarily what is right, but was is best for me. Pollick has been there over 5 years now. So is it just coincidence that the problem was just now found by him? He found out in a week and a half that DI athletics was supposedly costing the school money but can't sniff out that the school was giving away to much money in 5 years that their budget is now scaled back 10%...that is BS. Bottom line is he a liberal moron. Instead of focusing on the students, he is more concerned about a watering hole on campus, brand new buildings, buying his wife her 42nd instrument to play, and making college life as dull as possible. Sports are as big a part of college as the stupid classroom and for me they were 10x more. Did you hang out with art history class on FRiday nights? Not me, I hung out with the baseball team. Now at BSC you can hang out with the art history class, your astronomy class, and baseball team because now the nerds are the starting nine as well as the biggest geeks at the place. I mean dang to complain about DI sports costing money, and then drop it to DIII and build a multimillion dollar football stadium for a bunch of guys who at best played in the high school marching band in junior high school. Every sport competed and won at the DI level which is impressive for the size school we were. Now I get baseball email updates saying they beat Trinidad Memorial College and a list of other colleges that NOONE has ever heard of. Honestly I don't care that they beat a team not even ranked in the top 10,000 of the colleges America. Heck, would ya'll be impressed if I sent out an email saying that I beat Madison in the mile run this pastweekend. If BSC didn't go undefeated in every sport I would consider it a losing year in all sports. And the current athletes can say the teams are just as competitive but any team that allows you to just walk up and play no matter how bad you suck ain't competitive, they are called intramurel sports. ESPN isn't showing Hoover City Wiffle Ball Championship game at 135 Magnolia Street this afternoon. It will be interesting to see how many people turn on Berte or just keep quiet about a man 6 years ago they honored and admired for his honest and positive decisions. Peace.

Sounds in the bedroom.

It was a couple of nights ago when I had just drifted off to sleep. Ami had her cold butt snuggled up to me, fast asleep. I was startled about 10 minutes later, when I heard this loud rumble. I rolled over really fast and looked at Ami. Come to find out she had let a 21-gun salute slip out. Based on the noise level and effort she put in to it, it must have been a high ranking general she was saluting. About a minute later I heard Madison wake up on the baby monitors screaming from the gunshots. The next mistake I made was throwing the covers back and allowing the chemical warfare to begin. There was this green haze drifting in the air and began to make my eyes water. It was kind of like getting onion in your eyes. As I crawled to find the fan ,blinded by the fumes, I persevered to save my family. This whole time, the suicide bomber still lay asleep. Her only response, "sorry". I went to check on Madison, who had a slight cough and stinch in her clothes, but she was ok. After the air cleared out in our bedroom I crawled back in bed. It took me a while to go back to bed because my eyes were still burning from the sulfur. It was a night I'm glad is over and one I'll never forget. The battlefield is savage, trust me, I've been there.

Big Words!!!!

Upon request of my co-worker here at Club Q, DJ Whitey, I would like to address the people who use big words. Have you ever known someone or talked with someone who uses words that you don't hear that much or you've never heard at all? Like the word "due-diligence". No one uses that word in everyday speech...noone that is who has any common sense. Which of the following sentences is easier to understand?:
1. Just do your best big guy.
2. Sir, complete the task with due-diligence.

Obviously the first sentence is short and sweet and to the point. A crack head would know what you mean. Sentence 2 on the other hand makes you sound like a dork. Not many people would understand what you mean. Or using the word "per" instead of the words "for, of, etc.". Like our former manager here at the Q. A typical sentence from him about his weekend might sound like this: This weekend we played catch per the football per about an hour. Sounds ridiculously moronic, huh? I believe that is why there are so many screw-ups in the legal system and other trades. We word stuff so dang hard to understand that people constantly screw it up. For instance take this sentence which I took out of one my Harvard law texts: "Upon retrieval stated therein, hence forth, of perpetual allocated doctrines, the later shall atest to pertain." Don't nobody know what that means. And what sucks even worse is when these "big word" users use a big word, they don't even use in the right way. So if any of you reading this use big words, just stop, cause you ain't impressing nobody. The guys I like to do business with and constantly give jobs to, talk on my level and not down to me. They use words like ain't, yon't to, gah-lee, well I be dern, didja, fixin to, and wallago. These people get it done. Just look at who the big word users are...politicians and look at the mess they have us in. If Jimmy Wayne and Rusty were in charge, everybody would know what was going on.

Hunger for Righteousness & Brake Tappers

My Bible study this morning was Matthew 5:6 –
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.

Author Comments: We all hunger and thirst for things. For some it’s status. For others it is money or power. Jesus is telling us that those passions will ultimately not satisfy. How many interviews with successful people do we need to see before it sinks in that hunger for success doesn’t satisfy? Jesus told us two thousand years ago that only righteousness will satisfy the hunger within. When we hunger for that we are truly filled.

My Comments: How often have we really wanted something. Wanted it so bad that we feel like it will make us happy and fulfill our need. We talk ourselves into buying it and we justify it. At first whatever it is we bought does make us happy and fulfills us. Then the new wears off and we are on the hunt for something else that will make us happy. I remember a time when I did this. I really wanted a CB radio for my truck so I could talk to truckers on my way home from work and listen to them dog each other. So I bought one. I listened to it for about two weeks. Now it under my seat and hasn't seen action in about a year. What a waste of huh? Thankfully God doesn't satisfy for only a week or two. When I have truly asked for and searched for God's presence and peace, He never dissappoints. Even satisfying me more than I needed.

Now for the brake tapper. Another one of my pet peeves is people who ride their brakes. I was behind a guy today that looked like he was doing morris code with his brake lights. And the thing was, he was a good 75 feet from the car in front of him. He must have been nervous that a raccoon was going to run out in front of him so he was on guard. This guy falls in the same category of the people who see brake lights a good 100 yards in front of them and instead of just letting off the gas to slow down, they slam the brakes on so hard the front bumper of their car hits the pavement and I have to veer off the road to miss ramming them. These people, the lady putting on make-up in the car yesterday, and old people are the reasons that traffic sucks and wrecks happen. 55 in the left lane just ain't gonna do it.(Side note: Old people should not be allowed on major roads period and should not be allowed on any roads during morning and afternoon rush hour.) If everyone paid attention then traffic would never stop on I65. Based on how many times I have to stop on 65 going home, I would say that 65 has more redlights than the entire length of highway 31. Do any of you have a stupid driver story? I would love to hear it.

Old man

This story doesn't have much to it. But it just rubs me wrong so I will share it with those of you who read this. This past Friday I loaded the dogs up as I usually do every weekend on our way up to mom's and dad's. I have a small rack that goes into the reciever hitch on Ami's car that allows you to carry cargo on it. This is where I strapped the dog cage and put the dogs in it. There is no possible way for the dogs to fall off without the entire car flipping over. They even have a nice 85 mph breeze keeping them cool when I hit the interstate. So back to the story. As I am pulling out of the drive way, this old man (75 yrs old) is walking his dog which looked like an Australian wild dingo. He lets his dog walk in people's yard and poop in their yards and that pisses me off. If it ain't your yard keep your dog off of it. So anyways I don't guess this old fart liked the way I had my dogs set because when we were driving off he was shaking his head, waving his arms, and mouthing something to me about it. Just like old people he had to put his two cents in on something he had no business doing. I mean this coming from a man who had his dog dressed in a bandana and probably lets his dog sleep on the pillow next to him. Well I just looked at the man not really taking in what was happening. Then as I got on the interstate I got fired up. I should have rolled my window down and asked old balls what his problem was. Just because I don't treat my dog like my son, doesn't make me a dog hater. Honestly I can't stand people who kiss all over their dogs and talk to them like they are going to talk back. Scoobie Doo ain't real guys. And why is that dogs are the only animal, for the most part, that people treat like that. I would have taken it better if the old man would have been walking his wife. Then I would have believed the man and respected him for being man on his house. Do old people sometimes chap your hide or give you the red a?

First Blog

This is my first blog. After being asked by approximately 12,583 people who follow me on Twitter, I have decided to let them have a peep into my daily life events.