Liar, liar, pants on fire

Okay, I lied, a-gain. I'm the only one awake, WIDE awake, so I'm keepin' Ma Bell happy by burning up the phone line.

Thank GAWD we're up here (for those NOT from Michigan, 'up here' means you are somewhere North, typically North of where you normally reside. See: Up North. 'Pop' is a beverage some call soda or coke.) It's been hotter than h-e-dubl-L the past week, and as soon as we got near the water the temps dropped a good 10 degrees or more. It's actually downright cool. If I sound a bit excited it's because we don't have A/C at home; and I turn into quite a grumpy grizzly bear once it starts getting over 90 during the day (and yes, it DOES stick to my fur!)

The double bonus was the JetSki ride after getting everything unpacked and eating lunch. After heading back to town to the launch, it was looking like rain and had clouded over with some wind. I forgot to pack my wetsuit, so I was starting to get a bit concerned that I could get hypothermic during the 20 minute ride back to the cottage. After launching (thanks, Wifey!!) I head out to round the point and go north; it's a bit choppy, but traffic is light and what traffic there is turns out to be mostly sail-ers. Round the point and North it is, open 'er up to 60 for a bit just to loosen up my sea legs. After a few good bumps my knees tell me to sit back down and act my age (I wish they made WD-40 for achey joints, what a pain!)

Being seated allows for some S-turns and general tom-foolery while I make my way to the Northernmost point, and when I near that point I realize that the wind has gone dead calm. Glass is coming! Feeling my oats, I pause to turn my cell phone on and taunt my brother about the conditions and the weather; he's back in the heat near where I live. HA-HA, SUCKER!

Glass makes for smooth, comfy riding; probably a good thing until my joints loosen up enough to let me take on some wave jumping and general thrashing later in the week. Until then there's plenty of rides to give the kids.

SO GOOD TO BE AWAY FROM THE OFFICE!

The answer is. . . . .

It's a vacation! Right on time, too! WOO-HOO!

Oh, BTW, the pictures below were a bit of an underhanded clue. They're taken from a little slice of Heaven where I get to spend one week each year. I'll be there in just 3 more days!

Since I'll be gone, I want to wish each of you a wonderful few weekends, I doubt that I will be blogging while there (I just can't deal with dial-up anymore, and the connection isn't too good from out there.) So, be safe, everybody!

Peace out, y'all!

All I Ever Wanted

It's coming.

You can't stop it from coming.

You can't run from it.

You can't hide from it.

You can change, move, or even delete it.

You can love it, or hate it, but seldom at the same time.

It doesn't care about you, or your friends.

It might be near, it might be far, but it never starts where you are.

You can't give it away, but maybe give a way away.

WHAT IS IT?

Funny Ideas from Mike

Mike's blog is a funny good time (Funny ha-ha?), and I'd like to borrow from his 'good friggin' picture' idea and share an image here and there. I make no promises for regularity (and I won't promise to share pictures weekly like Mike does, either.) I don't know any cool photogs like Mike does, but Shawna takes/makes some pretty cool pictures. So here they are, copyrighted as usual.

No 'A' for originality here. You'd think my feet are stuck in cement. (Randi, is it 'cement' or 'concrete'? It seems I'm always using the wrong word.) Anyways, Grasshopper, please notice the varying colors of the water and the sky from one picture to the next. The first three pictures were taken all within a few hours. You might say it's one of those gee-whiz things about this great place we live, I guess. Or you might not. And since I haven't been fortunate enough to see a good episode of the northern lights, much less get a picture, these are gonna have to do!

Crazy

Things are getting busy already this summer, but who am I to complain? It just means that I'm a bit tardy in posting.

I had an opportunity to reflect on a rather crazy thing I did once, which of course led me to think of a few more. One was speeding down the highway in a '79 T-bird (the one with the super long nose and vacuum powered headlight covers) but I was using the left shoulder as my own lane. This happened to be on I-94 where the only thing separating East & West was the good ol' concrete barrier, so I was squeezing that T-bird between cars using the proper lane and the concrete wall at 90-100mph. Pretty stoopid.

Stoopidity #2 was for my Senior Prom, and also involved speeding on I-94. (A troubling pattern seems to be forming here.) On this occasion I was driving back to my hometown in a hot new Mazda RX-7 Limited Edition that my brother had purchased just weeks before. The fool loaned it to me for my prom night! Well, the Limited Edition had a souped up engine, and I decided to let the ponies run. In broad daylight. Oh, and it was raining too. Let me just say that at about 140mph the bullet-shaped nose of the RX-7 started to lift quite noticeably.

Speeding (again!) down a country road at night in heavy fog. That was fun zipping into and out of the clouds, watching them flow over the hood of the car and zip up over the windshield. (And this was BEFORE drugs!) Reality came in the form of a large dairy cow standing watch at the edge of the road. Moooooooooo!

Although I'm not a member of the Mile High club, I did make love to a beautiful girl just off the taxi-way at a local airport. This was back when you could just drive your car up to the hangars, which of course meant that you could drive your car anywhere on the airport property you wanted, so we found a nice quiet spot, and yada-yada-yada..... I'm thinking that 9/11 has probably changed that 'access' to the taxiway.

So- What are some of the crazy things you've done? Do you regret any of them?

NERDS!!

Whew! Was I sweating that one out. I've been referred to as a book of worthless trivia, so you can imagine how worried I was over this personality identifier.

I think I should feel good about this, but then I'm conflicted. You see, the connotation is that nerds know many things, most of them not cool things. On the other hand, the beautiful people know many things also. Things like what time 'The Simple Life' is on, and which one is Nicole Richie. One of the guys I work with is your atypical Leisure Suit Larry, for he's pretty cool, but he's a total lech. (He's Man Dibbles from a previous entry.) Today Man Dibbles calls me from his desk, and in a low voice he asks me how to spell a word. Now, I must admit, this word is difficult; for it is used at least three different ways, but pronounced and spelled the same way in all three cases. (What is that? A homonym? Geez, I just Googled 'homonym' and I'm right. Of all the luck, NERD!)

What was the word, you ask? Brace yourself- the magical yet difficult word was:


stool.


I can hear the muted trombones, screeching tires and record needles being dragged as you are reading this, fellow blogger. So let me get this right: Simple Life air times=cool, spell 'stool'=not cool. I'm not nerdy, but I might just be a fool.

I wanna be a rock chick- a.k.a. the daily double

Somehow, I ended up over at immigration and this lady there gave me a test. Damn, the results were interesting, if not encouraging, but they only got me a fast trip back home.

Which Rock Chick Are You?

This got me to thinking that I believe in reincarnation, because I am for damn sure coming back as this hottie, whoever she is. And I'm going to have a lot of fun. You have NO idea!

I don't know how to say her name, either. "Cerys". Is that pronounced "Cherisse"? "Sarees"? "Service"? "Chairviss"? "Cherries"? I feel bad about that. For sure, I must now find out more about this group Catatonia...... Well, that was easy enough! It seems I'm a Welsh ex-pat now hanging my hat in Nashville of all places, working on my second solo album. There's a chance that I've crossed paths with my more-beautiful self last fall. Ah, fate!

So, who are you?