This is a gang of kids from West Forsyth High School! Enjoyin' the wide, sandy beach in front of the summer sea Inn
Wednesday, May 26, 2004
The Fun Never Stops
Then came senior week.
This is a gang of kids from West Forsyth High School! Enjoyin' the wide, sandy beach in front of the summer sea Inn
This is a gang of kids from West Forsyth High School! Enjoyin' the wide, sandy beach in front of the summer sea Inn
Monday, May 24, 2004
Moanster Truck
Today on the way home I followed a "monster truck" down Ocean Boulevard. This thing was seventy thousand dollars worth of small penis compensation. Not only did he have the five-foot-tall tires and body lift kit (requiring a ladder which unfurled when the doors opened); the thing was powered by a full-scale cummins diesel with twin three inch smoke stacks towering up behind the cab.
As I followed, I couldn't help but notice the purple tailgate emblazened with the obligitory airbrushed fantasy girl. Painting the fantasy girl on the ole tailgate is a sure way to safegaurd against ever having an actual girlfriend ride up front on the bench seat.
I patiently followed as the humongous "offroader" whined through the gears up Ocean Boulevard. I pondered the price of diesel fuel and how much the trip to Myrtle Beach cost this guy. I marveled, as I sat at the Main Street stoplight, how big the tires on that thing were; how deep the tread was - obviously designed for traction in deep mud and other treacherous terrain. The owner of this vehicle was prepaired for any circumstance, from quicksand to a line of abandoned cars that needed crushing.
About this time I was startled as the big trucked swerved violently into the oncoming lane as we passed the Ashworth. My lightning-quick reflexes prepared for whatever calamity lay ahead. Was it a downed motorcyclist? a wayward child wondering into traffic? What was it that the monster truck left its lane to avoid?
A gravel patch where the road had been repaired.
As I followed, I couldn't help but notice the purple tailgate emblazened with the obligitory airbrushed fantasy girl. Painting the fantasy girl on the ole tailgate is a sure way to safegaurd against ever having an actual girlfriend ride up front on the bench seat.
I patiently followed as the humongous "offroader" whined through the gears up Ocean Boulevard. I pondered the price of diesel fuel and how much the trip to Myrtle Beach cost this guy. I marveled, as I sat at the Main Street stoplight, how big the tires on that thing were; how deep the tread was - obviously designed for traction in deep mud and other treacherous terrain. The owner of this vehicle was prepaired for any circumstance, from quicksand to a line of abandoned cars that needed crushing.
About this time I was startled as the big trucked swerved violently into the oncoming lane as we passed the Ashworth. My lightning-quick reflexes prepared for whatever calamity lay ahead. Was it a downed motorcyclist? a wayward child wondering into traffic? What was it that the monster truck left its lane to avoid?
A gravel patch where the road had been repaired.
Thursday, May 20, 2004
Be Amazed at my power!
This kid has the ability to make a dog float in the air but can't pick up his socks - explain that!
No - just showing off My son's ability in photo editing. He's putting up his own website and i wanted to share this with you.
It was sad to hear that Felix Unger Died - But that ole geezer lived a life, didn't he?
He left behind a wife and two kids (7&5)- His first wife of 54 years was as he described it "the only woman I ever saw".
If you have never had a TV - Tony Randall played the role that Jack lemon made famous in The Neil Simon Film The Odd Couple.
Normally a TV show that was based on a movie is a poor facsimile. The only other one was M*A*S*H that came from M*A*S*H (the movie)
When true carafsmen like Mr Randall leave this world it's always a little sad, but it gives us the opportunity to relive the days of old and review their work.
I'm so glad that he felt the love of fans right up to the end of his life - he made numerous appearance on broadway and even on David Letterman. - A True Showman that never stopped living life ot its fullest....
No - just showing off My son's ability in photo editing. He's putting up his own website and i wanted to share this with you.
It was sad to hear that Felix Unger Died - But that ole geezer lived a life, didn't he?
He left behind a wife and two kids (7&5)- His first wife of 54 years was as he described it "the only woman I ever saw".
If you have never had a TV - Tony Randall played the role that Jack lemon made famous in The Neil Simon Film The Odd Couple.
Normally a TV show that was based on a movie is a poor facsimile. The only other one was M*A*S*H that came from M*A*S*H (the movie)
When true carafsmen like Mr Randall leave this world it's always a little sad, but it gives us the opportunity to relive the days of old and review their work.
I'm so glad that he felt the love of fans right up to the end of his life - he made numerous appearance on broadway and even on David Letterman. - A True Showman that never stopped living life ot its fullest....
Beefcake!
Bubbles! My wife just remided me of my before pic. Before I went on Atkins she snuck into the bathroom while i was having a bubble.
This is me in all my glory at 250 pounds!
This is me in all my glory at 250 pounds!
Wednesday, May 19, 2004
haven't slept much
Our son has been wakened nightly with coughing fits for the last week. Last Thursday as Michele was cleaning the Ionizer
all seemed right but then upon replugging the unit it failed ot work.
"Dang" says she.
Mesay "i'll fixer"
uh- oh
nono
Durn thing won't work.
"Dang!" sesame
"Durn!" sesashe
So i'm on the emailerizer and wing ding to the folks at Kaz who handle our Air Purifier and shesay "dang, man - wefixer. Boxer uppen sinner in"
So I did.
But what with the shippin' and all it has been nearly a week without the Ionic Pro Air Purifier and the boys lungs are fillin' up with doghair and whatnot.
going to sleep.
if yer kid's a lergic - delergify him with a Ionic Pro Air Purifier.
nuff said
all seemed right but then upon replugging the unit it failed ot work.
"Dang" says she.
Mesay "i'll fixer"
uh- oh
nono
Durn thing won't work.
"Dang!" sesame
"Durn!" sesashe
So i'm on the emailerizer and wing ding to the folks at Kaz who handle our Air Purifier and shesay "dang, man - wefixer. Boxer uppen sinner in"
So I did.
But what with the shippin' and all it has been nearly a week without the Ionic Pro Air Purifier and the boys lungs are fillin' up with doghair and whatnot.
going to sleep.
if yer kid's a lergic - delergify him with a Ionic Pro Air Purifier.
nuff said
Friday, May 14, 2004
Here they go! Bike Week 2004
Aside from all the noise there are some things that the drunkies enjoy - Today we take you to the two biggest "biker" bars in town
H.D. Spokes on the north end
SBB down south - yes it stands for Suck Bang Blow Which would normally be considered improper for a gentleman to say in mixed company, but we're talking internal combustion.
Now - here's the thing that always makes me wonder: Thousands of people ride motorcycles a few miles out of town and down untold shots of alchohol and kegs upon kegs of beer. Then stumble out and "mount their iron horses" to ride around in various states of inebriation. OK - this seems like their choice right? not legal but who cares, you're not at home, you're in Myrtle Beach and nobody from home is here to see your brains splattered all over the road.
HERE'S THE PART I DON'T GET!
Escorting these drunken motorcycle enthusiasts out onto the highway; stopping cars to ensure the bikes get on the road and rolling without falling over- are a couple hundred of Horry County's finest. The ones you'd think would be trying to get drunks on bikes off the road.
It seems that a widely accepted notion is that "gettin on a Harley sobers you up"
H.D. Spokes on the north end
SBB down south - yes it stands for Suck Bang Blow Which would normally be considered improper for a gentleman to say in mixed company, but we're talking internal combustion.
Now - here's the thing that always makes me wonder: Thousands of people ride motorcycles a few miles out of town and down untold shots of alchohol and kegs upon kegs of beer. Then stumble out and "mount their iron horses" to ride around in various states of inebriation. OK - this seems like their choice right? not legal but who cares, you're not at home, you're in Myrtle Beach and nobody from home is here to see your brains splattered all over the road.
HERE'S THE PART I DON'T GET!
Escorting these drunken motorcycle enthusiasts out onto the highway; stopping cars to ensure the bikes get on the road and rolling without falling over- are a couple hundred of Horry County's finest. The ones you'd think would be trying to get drunks on bikes off the road.
It seems that a widely accepted notion is that "gettin on a Harley sobers you up"
Monday, May 10, 2004
Right now my son is watching a movie and i can't believe what it is.
Remember this movie? Are you old enough? It's still as good as ever. I am feeling all the things it conjured up when i was a kid and now my son is glued to to the tube.
He has the his gameboy in his hand but is not the least bit interested in the game. I remember laughing, crying and dancing in the aisle when i first saw it.
Simple Minds!
Ain't it funny that Anthony Michael Hall was the little nerd but grew up to be a real life steriod-shooting blowhard?
If you haven't seen it, or haven't seen it for years - pick up a copy and remember which character you were then and who your kid is today.
That was the beginning of "the brat pack" and John Hughes's second of many films with Molly ringwald and Anthony Michael Hall.
Memories...
Remember this movie? Are you old enough? It's still as good as ever. I am feeling all the things it conjured up when i was a kid and now my son is glued to to the tube.
He has the his gameboy in his hand but is not the least bit interested in the game. I remember laughing, crying and dancing in the aisle when i first saw it.
Simple Minds!
Ain't it funny that Anthony Michael Hall was the little nerd but grew up to be a real life steriod-shooting blowhard?
If you haven't seen it, or haven't seen it for years - pick up a copy and remember which character you were then and who your kid is today.
That was the beginning of "the brat pack" and John Hughes's second of many films with Molly ringwald and Anthony Michael Hall.
Memories...
Friday, May 07, 2004
And about those iraqi prisoners
Ok htose soldiers should be punished for breaking protocol - BUT C"MON!!! They had to be nekked for a little bit. Even on their best day in Saddam's army they weren't treated as well as we treated them, Why the heck do you think they were falling all over themselves to surrender?
Nobody was killed. There was no starvation. No one had a bruise. Not one prisoner needed a bandaid.
These were the thugs that were killing our soldiers right before they were captured.
Nobody was killed. There was no starvation. No one had a bruise. Not one prisoner needed a bandaid.
ok a few soldiers went a little over the line.
Nobody was killed. There was no starvation. No one had a bruise. Not one prisoner needed a bandaid.
There is no evidence that suggests there is a vast network of genocidal maniacs throughout our army.
They want Rumsfield to resign?
Nobody was killed. There was no starvation. No one had a bruise. Not one prisoner needed a bandaid.
ok I'm done.
Nobody was killed. There was no starvation. No one had a bruise. Not one prisoner needed a bandaid.
These were the thugs that were killing our soldiers right before they were captured.
Nobody was killed. There was no starvation. No one had a bruise. Not one prisoner needed a bandaid.
ok a few soldiers went a little over the line.
Nobody was killed. There was no starvation. No one had a bruise. Not one prisoner needed a bandaid.
There is no evidence that suggests there is a vast network of genocidal maniacs throughout our army.
They want Rumsfield to resign?
Nobody was killed. There was no starvation. No one had a bruise. Not one prisoner needed a bandaid.
ok I'm done.
Bike Week, Schmike week
Well, it’s time again for the loudest week of the year. I say “week” but today they rolled in and will be here for at least ten days. If you live near or have even ever heard of Myrtle Beach you probably know what I mean.
BIKE WEEK
Harleys have been steadily rolling past my office since about 8:30 this morning. I am going home early today. Don’t get me wrong – I have nothing against motorcycles. I have ridden many and enjoy the thrill of the open road. I don’t like Harley Davidsons.
They are based on an antiquated design that is underpowered, overloud, leaking, rattling, obnoxious and is loved by people who enjoy people noticing that they are on a motorcycle more than riding a motorcycle.
I get a big kick out of these “bikers” that come down to “bike week” in SUVs with trailers on them. A couple hours after arriving they get a team of people to help them get their “bike” out of the trailer and park it in front of the house. Then they spend the next week riding a few minutes between stops at bars where they cackle and crow for hours. When it’s all done, they pack their “bikes” back into their trailers and get into their family car and turn on the A/C and the stereo and roll up the windows to insulate themselves from the road on the trip home.
Then they have the audacity to look down their noses at a couple guys who show up with a duffle bag tied to the back of their BMW or Honda. These are the ones who enjoyed 8 hours cruising from New York or Michigan or wherever, wind in their face wheels on the road.
It’s not so much the Harleys that piss me off as much as the holes planted on them. Many of these people (I know a few) abandon their school age children for a week – telling them that grandma would like to have them visit; or “wouldn’t it be nice to have a sleepover at Jamie’s for the next nine nights?”
Every bike week we average more deaths per day by motorcycle wreck than the military has by Iraqi bomb over the last two years. Still we have no uproar over having bike week be called off – Maybe it’s because soldiers are more valuable to the U.S. than a-holes.
BIKE WEEK
Harleys have been steadily rolling past my office since about 8:30 this morning. I am going home early today. Don’t get me wrong – I have nothing against motorcycles. I have ridden many and enjoy the thrill of the open road. I don’t like Harley Davidsons.
They are based on an antiquated design that is underpowered, overloud, leaking, rattling, obnoxious and is loved by people who enjoy people noticing that they are on a motorcycle more than riding a motorcycle.
I get a big kick out of these “bikers” that come down to “bike week” in SUVs with trailers on them. A couple hours after arriving they get a team of people to help them get their “bike” out of the trailer and park it in front of the house. Then they spend the next week riding a few minutes between stops at bars where they cackle and crow for hours. When it’s all done, they pack their “bikes” back into their trailers and get into their family car and turn on the A/C and the stereo and roll up the windows to insulate themselves from the road on the trip home.
Then they have the audacity to look down their noses at a couple guys who show up with a duffle bag tied to the back of their BMW or Honda. These are the ones who enjoyed 8 hours cruising from New York or Michigan or wherever, wind in their face wheels on the road.
It’s not so much the Harleys that piss me off as much as the holes planted on them. Many of these people (I know a few) abandon their school age children for a week – telling them that grandma would like to have them visit; or “wouldn’t it be nice to have a sleepover at Jamie’s for the next nine nights?”
Every bike week we average more deaths per day by motorcycle wreck than the military has by Iraqi bomb over the last two years. Still we have no uproar over having bike week be called off – Maybe it’s because soldiers are more valuable to the U.S. than a-holes.
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