I Did Have Sunscreen On

April 10, 2012

Last Saturday I rode to Great Falls Park,VA. I had previously only been to the MD side of the falls. It was beautiful and peaceful. I only wish I could have  captured the true size and power of this beautiful river and falls.

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Happy Easter

April 8, 2012

My Favorite!

Reese's Egg

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The 5 Seeing Habits

April 5, 2012

Deep breath…I was so angry tonight. I know it’s not healthy, to be so angry. But I just don’t understand why people are such shitty drivers. So rather than ranting on about the dipshit and douche bag drivers in my part of the world, I offer instead some tips that I picked up during my years as a U.P.S. Driver. They were rules for me, take them as tips for yourself. They will make you a better driver. Years ago I gave my mom a copy of the “Rules” and at seventy…ah…I mean twenty-nine…she is one senor citizen I am not afraid to ride with.

Rule 1: Aim High In Steering
Basically this means look down the road not just right in front of your vehicle. This lets you see any potential problems before they become your problem.

Rule 2: Get The Big Picture
Use all of your windshield. Avoid tunnel vision. See everything from left to right, like looking at a picture.

Rule 3: Keep Your Eyes Moving
Scan your mirrors. Use your mirrors! Be aware of who’s around you. Look forward and back, left and right.

Rule 4: Leave Yourself An Out
Try not to get boxed in. Always keep a space open to which you can escape. If the person next to you drifts into your lane and you’re boxed in you’re screwed. But if you’ve left yourself room to escape you can avoid a potential accident. Same thing if you’ve left yourself space in front. Say the car your following slams on their brakes, if you’ve left yourself space in front or on the left or right, and you’re following rules 1 and 2, then you can “escape” from rear ending someone.

Rule 5: Make Sure They See You
Use your turn signals, horn, lights, whatever it takes to make sure the other drivers see you. Never assume they see you.

In my opinion, these Rules should be translated into every language and made a mandatory part of any training to gain the privilege of driving.

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My First Award

April 2, 2012

I may not have won the mega millions but I’m still a winner. My fellow blogger (and Harley rider) Stevie D was kind enough to nominate me for this award, my first! Stevie and his entourage take motorcycle trips around the globe and Stevie posts incredible pictures on his blog. You can find him here.

From what I’ve read, the Liebster Blog award is for bloggers that are creating some interesting posts but  haven’t yet gotten the exposure, recognition, or following that perhaps they should.

The rules are simple:

 1. Thank and link back to the blogger who honored you (see above). 

2. Copy and paste this award on your blog. 

3. Reveal 5 bloggers worthy of praise and let them know by leaving a comment on their blog. 

I read somewhere they should have less than 200 followers, but most of the bloggers I follow have way more than that. So this is me breaking the rules.

These are some of the people who make me laugh and make me think.

Enjoy.

No particular order.

http://25andfly.wordpress.com/

http://ashleyjillian.com/

http://storiesandsweetpotatoes.com/

http://talesofacharmcitychick.com/

http://domesticdivamd.com/

All beautifully talented writers.

Thanks again to Stevie D for your kind words and for the nomination!

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I am not a Millionaire

March 31, 2012

I did not win the world record breaking $640 million Mega Millions jackpot. My odd’s were 1 in 176 million against it, but it’s always nice to dream. I would love to get the chance to test the idiom “Money can’t buy happiness”. I’m willing to bet I could buy a whole lot of happiness with that kind of money. First I’d buy some land. A ranch maybe. Then I’d put together a group dedicated to the rescue and care of animals. Of course I’d do the other things that everyone else says too. I’d buy my parents a house. I’d pay off my bills, and my family’s bills. I’d buy a truck. I’d  get a couple rescue dogs and cats. I’d go to all the bike rallies I haven’t yet been to. I’d start crossing off items on my bucket list, and start adding more. I’d give more, travel more, play more, sleep better, and live more. Would I be happier?

Damn right I would be.

I’ve heard you can’t win If you don’t play. Of course, even if you play, you can’t win unless you’re very, very lucky.

 Mega Nuthin'

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Ted

March 28, 2012

When I was growing up I had a friend named Ted who lived next door.  I can see him now, a little chubby, kinda like “Chunk” from Goonies, but he had a short military style hair cut. Ted was fun to play with but he didn’t live next to us for very long, his Dad was a minister and evidently, they moved a lot. Anyway, what I remember most was how Ted’s mom used to call Ted in when we were all playing out side. She’d stand on the porch and yell out slowly “Ted…time to go to bed!” Now you have to imagine the most West Virginia or North Carolina country person you know, and then in their voice, in your mind, say it again. “Ted…time to go to bed!”

I’m sure we teased him mercilessly but I believe if Ted knew the truth he’d be having the last laugh. The truth is, I think of Ted often because when my dad wanted us to remember which way to turn the hose off he’d say turn it toward’s Ted’s house. I’ve never forgotten that. No matter where I am, no matter whose spigot I turn on, when I turn it off I think of Ted, and I smile and think “Ted…time to go to bed!”

Right Said Ted

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Memories of good Sax

March 27, 2012

I went out front to take pictures of my Dogwood tree blooming. It was a beautiful, cloudless day. The sun was low but not yet going down. As I started taking close-ups of the flowering petals, a sound drifted to me on the slight breeze…sounds…like…Jingle Bells?

Somewhere, close by in the neighborhood, a young music student was practicing his or her Saxophone outside.

What memories that sound recalled. As a kid, I had long arms and the music teacher suggested I play the trombone. I did, but I was always a bit envious of my brother who chose the clarinet, which led him to the saxophone. I remember going out into my front yard and blasting that silly horn. Playing the theme from M.A.S.H., and yes, probably Jingle Bells. The memory makes me smile. I should call my brother. Tell him I’m thinking of him. I hope he doesn’t mind I’m using his picture.

Sax Player '78

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Today is my Dad’s Birthday. I want to honor him and thank him. He is a great man who has taught me so much. I am very lucky to still have him in my life.

Happy Birthday Pop!
Thanks for teaching me to love nature and animals. Thanks for showing me how to treat other people with respect and to demand it, if earned, in return. It’s because of you that I stand up for the little guy, never start but always finish a fight, and never used my size to bully. It’s because of you I can fix things, make things, and figure out how it all goes together. You taught me to be a man, to take responsibility for my actions, how to drive, how to throw a ball, and so many other things. You’ve given me a lifetime of wonderful memories.

Thank you!

Love Your Son

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Dad, Me, and my little Brother

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Local Goth Girls

March 24, 2012

The add says “Meet Local Goths”. It’s in the right hand “Sponsored” add column on my Facebook page. My first thought was “Huh…people still dress..er…live that way?”  I’m a Man. Red blooded, meat eatin’, hard workin’, and all that.  I’ll “meet” any and all of the female persuasion.

Goth Girl

I'd "Meet" her.

My second thought was “Why would the ad target me?” You see, for years I’ve been teased with ads featuring large breasted women, seductive looking barely legal girls, the possible Ménage à trois, hook ups with biker chicks, chicks who want bikers, hot young single moms, 30 somethings, 40 somethings, cougars, M.I.L.F.s, girls who want big guys, and recently, Christian girls. Lord help me.

I think Vampires are sexy and secretly, I think it would be cool to be one. But I don’t dress like one, wear fangs, drink blood (or even red wine), or sleep in a box. I realize the goth thing is different. But let’s be honest, from the outside looking in, it’s really similar. I don’t want you to think I’m judging, I’m not. What makes this country great is it’s diversity. You should know though, whenever I see (and I haven’t for a seriously long time) a little goth girl I always wonder “Aw baby, who hurt you?”

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My Dad (chapter 1)

March 23, 2012

First, you need to know, my dad is cool, and he was always cool. He was the original MacGyver, long before Mac was Mac. He once took a tongue depressor, a rubber-band, and some plastic from a bacon package and made my brother and I little sail boats when we were camping. One day I’ll blog about all the things he’s created to fix, repair or just make something better. It’s not enough to say he was a handy man. He was so much better than your average handyman. Still is at 77.

We grew up at the top corner of a cul de sac (court) which meant that while our front yard was small our back yard was pretty large for the neighborhood. Our yard was the ultimate hide and seek, army, and all around playground that the neighborhood kids would come to. Especially after my dad installed a drinking fountain! We had a sand box (dad built). We had swings and a slide. We had a fire pole 20 ft up into a tree. We had a Play house(a tree house on the ground) Again, Dad Built! But to this day, I’ve never met anyone who had a drinking fountain in their back yard. I love you Pop! I can’t ever thank you enough for an amazing and loving childhood. Thank You!

Dad buildin' stuff

drinkin fountain