November 30th, 2008

Well, I guess you found one.




Also, the turkey turned out great.

November 24th, 2008

Ok, Maybe the tittle is a misleading, because My son doesn't wear women's clothes. At least I am fairly sure of this. I have never seen him cross dressing, so maybe in his own time ...

but I don't think so.

No, what this is reference too was my wife going into town and grabbing a burger. While she was there she saw something she wanted to tell me about when she got back home.

Her: It's a good thing our son didn't go with me to get a Hamburger.

Me: Why? I asked.

Her: Well, I was sitting there waiting for them to bring out the food (Carside Food delivery) and there was this guy with long brown hair, shoulder length and a mustache and a beard.

Me: OK.

Her pausing: And he was wearing a shirt.

Me, wondering why I was getting this in bits and pieces: OK

Her - another dramatic pause

Me: And ...

I am now imaging some one streaking my wife.

Her: And he was wearing pants.

Me: Good!

Her: And he had on high heels.

Me: Oh. High Heels.

Her: Spikey high heels and he was sashaying. She now did this crazy wavy motion with her hands.



I had a good laugh over her hands trying to simulate sashaying.

Me: Yeah, I suppose our son would have had something to say about that for sure.

There.

I didn't catch my son in a red dress or anything. Just my wife catching some brave soul in very Conservative Downtown Bakersfield wearing Very High heels and not hiding the fact. Something you don't see every day in these parts. We are not San Francisco.

(EDIT: Look, I tried to find an Image of a guy wearing high heels, but now I feel the need to take a shower - that and wash my eyes out.)

November 16th, 2008

Teletubbies no longer have those huge dark circles under their eyes. They look more Human now, Right?

No.

That and the Price of a gallon of regular gas at a local Arco today = $2.09. Can I get a hell Yeah?

November 3rd, 2008

Not to laugh at this Video.

It is Rich.

August 25th, 2008

This one takes me back to my days delivering Pizza. It was a Sunday, early about lunch time. The Apartment door faced North. One in a string of ground floor apartments. I drove up about ten feet from the door and got the pizza out of the Passenger side door of My Mustang. I turned and went to the allotted apartment letter. I knocked on the door and stepped back a bit.

Just then, a very busty lady in cut off blue jeans shorts and a Small bikini Bathing top answered the door. She didn't say anything as she looked down and saw her large Sunday Newspaper.

Now you have to understand, My experience with Women's Breasts was very minimal at this time in my life, as how I was seventeen and hadn't really had a girlfriend yet, at least one which would allow any, uhm, messing around. So, I was rather taken back, when this woman stood up from getting her paper and one of her prized breasts was no longer covered under the small area of cloth provided by her bathing suit top. She noticed it staring at me almost immediately, and very casually allowed for the breast to be recovered by her bikini top.

She adjusted and maneuvered stuff till it seemed right to her. Then she finally spoke about her pizza.

"How much do I owe you?"

What I felt like saying was "You don't owe me a thing, I think I'm needing to pay you."

But what I somehow managed to say was the proper price. She brought money from somewhere, and I tried not to stare as I handed the pizza to tit's rightful owner.

She told me to have a nice day. She had no Idea how nice a day she had made it.

( and Yes, I left the misspell in it's original format - something subconscious going on there I think.)

August 23rd, 2008

Part of this is an inside Blogging thingy so if you don't blog, you may not understand.

I have for a while routinely been checking and posting at E-Card Forum. I have been using E-card for a while now and it has worked out quite well for me. I suggest you give it a try, if your not already doing so.

Anyway, I had Buzzed a blog post yesterday (this is the part you may not get if your not a hip blogger such as my self - yeah right.) Buzz is a thingy that Yahoo has going on that allows for post from blogs or websites to be rated sort of and allowed to rise to the top of the heap and may get to the front page of Yahoo. Yahoo!

So I checked in on the E-card Forum and here is ê¿ê (yes that is her is signature) and she is thanking me for buzzing her.

The conversation goes something like this:

ê¿ê : "Beamer buzzed my post! He's my new huny!

That was my very first buzz (just succumbed to adding the tacky button today)

Thanks, Beamer!

ê¿ê

(oops! just noticed I'm logged in on one of the other blogs -- it wasn't this blog that he buzzed but the OTHER one -- you know which one!)"

fragileheart.com | journal :"lol Margaret; sure work my memory why don't you!
Congrats on the buzz!"

Wisdom Hypnosis : "Beamer Buzzes?"

Superficial Gallery : "wtf is a buzz?"

No Democrats : "What in the H are you talking about any how ?"

(See Your not the only one that isn't a hip blogger.)

ê¿ê "Ok -- go read the EntreCard Blog 0--- or look down in community for a Graham post about changing blogging blah blah -- Yahoo! Buzz is the new Digg.

I just put the ugly button on my site (not this one I know I'm still logged in as the Reader) and he was the first one to buzz a post.

Sorry if I got carried away, but it's my first, you see.....

ê¿ê

ô¿ô"

(I am basically Laughing out loud by now.)

Wisdom Hypnosis : "OK, you convinced me, I got a buzz!"

She Lives : "A good buzz sounds pretty good about now."

Beamer : "Rotfl

Thanks I needed that.

Yes, I am a part Time Bee.

too Funny.

Beamer"

So here I am literally laughing out loud and my wife is making an appearance, trying unsuccessfully to wake up.

Me: "Hello."
In between guffaws of laughter.

Wife : "Whut's so funny?"

Me, pointing at the monitor, trying to gain some kind of control: "It's a bloggin' thing."

Wife :"Ok."

Me: "Good Morning."

Wife : "Harumph."

Me : "What?"

Wife: "I love the way My brain works."


She went on to tell me how she had heard Chrissy Meowing in her sleep. So, instead of waking up to see what it was the cat wanted, she dreamy of a Guinea pig nuzzling her. When she awoke in her dream, there were all kinds of small furry animals in bed with her, jumping on her, Gerbils, hamsters and such. She awoke for reals to find Chrissy standing on her chest, meowing at her.


Damn, Now I'm In trouble. She has awaken enough to realize I am posting about her waking up and telling me this stuff.

Hep me.

July 8th,2008 I awoke this morning with a whole list of things I could post here. I guess My subconscious was working overtime feeling guilty for not posting here. I don't know. Most of the list seemed to be in the embarrassment field, My embarrassment. Sure it would be entertaining. And sure it would be easy to post for they were vivid memories. And I was grateful, actually, that a whole list of stuff was just right there, in the mist, drifting ... slowly ... away ...
So here it is 2 hours later, and it is dawning on me about the list and I'm trying my damnedest to remember any of them ....
And it's not working.
lol
Oh well there is always tommorrow morning. I guess I need a note pad alongside the bed, eh?

I guess because this is a new fad amongst bloggers.

"Lets take really awful events in our life and dredge them up from the past and bring them to the Internet for all to see and read and find humorous all for our readers."

Its Kind of an unwritten trend, of course till Now.

So do I join in with this trend? Well actually I already have with the swimming/drowning/skiing incident where I was informed "You mean your face was skiing!"

Quite true.

So actually I could leave it at this.

This is a post.

I don't really have to go there today.

Whew.

"I was watching that movie Mad Max, you know that movie where gas is so precious that people are killing each other for a few gallons. It was set in the future -- I believe it was August." --Jay Leno



Shlino lake sunset time lapse from Timelapser on Vimeo.


Players from Sam Javanrouh on Vimeo.


Here is that word again, but this is amazing.

Dennis Miller On Bill O'reily


And they are cooling way down: