Hmmm
I see a new bike in my future.
This one is quite nice. I dig the blue.
This one is super nice. Neuvo-retro. Very cool...
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Best of Craigslist
three pink plastic lawn flamingos, the momma, the daddy and two
babies. in good shape except the momma has a bullet hole. will
trade for a good dog or weed eater, will also consider any kind
of alcohol as long as it ain't been opened up.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Saturday, April 19, 2008
47 Miles
Went for a little ride today.
Kirkland
Juanita
Kenmore
Puddinville
Snoqualmie Valley
Ames Lake
Marymoor
Old Red Road
Kirkland
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Golf scoring wins again!
Yet another reason to hate GOLF. What a self absorbed horse's ass. I outta mail this fucker a letter bomb.
Yahoo Link
Another Link
Another Post
Kinda fitting since his goose is cooked. :)
Saturday, April 12, 2008
I have no question mark.
So my keyboard in Husband Land aka Cubby Land quit working. Bizzare....Think about that one for a while. Take off a punctuation from your keyboard. What would you miss. The question mark. Everything else you could just get by if you just spaced between words folks would get it Eventually Right Maybe Not.
So what do I do with a keyboard who's question mark doesn't work.....question mark...
Try it. Take a key off your keyboard and they write around the fact that you don't have that letter. Where would you get so furstrated that you couldn't communicate
You're at work. On email, How long would you function with no question mark
.....question mark........question mark........question mark...
Now take that a step further. Can you think of someone who if their keyboard question mark quit working, how long would it be before they even noticed.....question mark........question mark...
You think wild stuff when you're high. I guess this counts. The Rastafarians believe that the smoking of ganja puts you closer to your true self as you question many things. Do you need to be high to be aware.....question mark........question mark........question mark........question mark........question mark...
Think THAT. Could you train your brain to achieve the feeling from being high.....question mark...Is that possible.....question mark...Bizarre.....question mark...
AND NOW...Think THAT. Holy Shit, I just forgot what I was going to type.
How could that be anymore beautiful.....question mark...
WTF
Last weekend, I noticed my upper gluets were really sore. That night I went to bed and was in pain. I couldn't figure it out why or how. I hadn't gone for a ride, or a run in a couple of weeks. Certainly wasn't unloading a truck load of floor dry....college....long ago.
I just realized...I smoked a joint and ended up dancing to reggae music for a couple of hours easy. I guess dancing for two hours is hard. Now. For Me. Weird.... I'm pretty sure I've never had those words come across my vocabulary. Ever.
Think about it. When is the last time you danced for an extended time period. Seriously....
I could run 5 miles tomorrow and not be as sore as I was two hours of dancing. Dancing is harder. Dunno. Whatcha think......
Thursday, April 10, 2008
A Table....
I'm trying to build a table in blogger. Wow....I don't know how to do this. Something probably pretty simple. Maybe this is this a sign of my age, and that technology is passing me by...
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Check it out. A modern Jesus....
Marley was born in the small village of Nine Mile in Saint Ann Parish, Jamaica as Nesta Robert Marley. A Jamaican passport official would later swap his first and middle names. Norval was a Marine officer and captain, as well as a plantation overseer, when he married Cedella Booker, a black Jamaican then eighteen years old. Norval provided financial support for his wife and child, but seldom saw them, as he was often away on trips. In 1955, when Marley was 10 years old, his father died of a heart attack at age 60. He once reflected:
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I don't have prejudice against himself. My father was a white and my mother was black. Them call me half-caste or whatever. Me don't dip on nobody's side. Me don't dip on the black man's side nor the white man's side. Me dip on God's side, the one who create me and cause me to come from black and white.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Saturday, March 15, 2008
An Event Filled Day
6:07 am - Awake. I was worried about getting out of bed early enough. I guess that isn't a problem
6:21 am - Out of bed, but my brain is a litte foggy
6:25 am - Feed the best dog in the work, Fish Sauce
6:30 am - Put in contact lense
6:42 am - Get CD's ready for drive to Portland
6:45 am - Sit in hot tub...Hmm...
6:55 am - Exit hot tub...Brrr....
6:57 am - Get dressed
7:05 am - Get truck loaded
7:09 am - Leave house, Fish Sauce and I are Big Tundra Riding Dirty
7:12 am - QFC donut purchase :)
7:18 am - Starbucks non fat double tall latte
7:20 am - Southbound Road Bound
10:30 am - Hillsboro area
10:45 am - Arrive Beta bike house
10:47 am - Leave Beta bike house for auto parts store for receiver hitch pin
11:08 am - Reciever hitch pin purchase. Met Richard @ the auto parts store. He liked my truck.
11:25 am - Return to Beta bike house, meet seller
11:35 am - Chitty chat motorcycles
11:55 am - Quick 20 yard ride on Beta bike. Looks good. No blue engine smoke, starts right up.
12:10 pm - Load trailer into receiver
12:25 pm - Load Beta bike onto trailer
12:30 pm - Chat motorcycles again, and buy Gary's trials boots for 20 bucks
12:40 pm - Have no cash, return from Well Fargo ATM
12:42 pm - Chat motorcycle straps
12:45 pm - Say Goodbye
12:50 pm - Arbys Turkey/Swiss sandwich order
12:55 pm - Northbound road bound
4:00 pm - Kekland
4:15 pm - Unload stuff from truck
4:30 pm - Clean up Gaerne http://www.gaerne.com/ boots. (pronounced gah-earn-ah)
5:20 pm - Power nap
6:00 pm - Animal feeds
6:04 pm - Dinner prep begins
6:25 pm - Eat Dinner
6:45 pm - Watch movie http://www.netflix.com/Movie/The_Yes_Men/70000103?trkid=222336&lnkctr=srchrd-sr&strkid=1742694367_0_0
8:30 pm - Watch DVR recorded HBO show, Flight of the Conchords
9:02 pm - Tub time
9:35 pm - Exit tub time
10:10 - Lights out
10:15 - Post movie blog http://suckymovies.blogspot.com/2008/03/yes-men.html
10:23 - Blog about movie blog
So overall, not a bad drive to Portland. Met some really nice people who've decided to get rid of a couple of their motorcycle toys. Mostly hers not his. Fish Sauce always loves a road trip.
The Beta bike is nice. It started right up and is in really good shape. I gave them their asking price as that was more than reasonable. What benefit to I really gain in haggling? None.
Loading the bike was pretty easy, and even with my cheapy straps (not really heavy duty motorcycle straps) the bike sat back on the trailer really well. That trailer is another great Craigslist purchase!
The boots were a total surprise. I didn't really even know what I was buying, as I'd never seen a trials boot. They appear softer and more wearable than an MX or Road boot. Nice rubber platform for your feet. Honestly they looked as if they've only been worn a couple of times, max.
Once I got them home and really inpected them, it was clear they were a little dried out (since they had sat from unuse) but with some light Simple Green scrubbing and a good application of mink oil really cleaned up nice. All leather Italian made trials riding boots? What a huge score! They are the balance oiled model. Very classic.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Oooo...Soon
I've been looking for nearly a month and a half, every day.
I found this just a few days ago. ROAD TRIP!
Monday, March 10, 2008
Gimpy Sauce
Well, we're @ over 2 months since Fish Sauce got her knee worked on. I am happy to say she's not limping anywhere NEAR what she did, and frankly we're a little bummed since her attitude is much much improved. She plays more, runs more and is much more active. Obviously she was really in pain.
Go Fish Sauce, Go. You're the best dog there is, and ever could be.
Sunday, March 02, 2008
What will you change?
Are you the best person you can be?
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1361 days, 9 hours, 58 minutes and 10 seconds ago, cancer changed many aspects of my life.
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What would you change, what will you change?
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Think about it.
Saturday, March 01, 2008
Dixie Dog in Spookaloo Snow
She's a sweet dog, too bad she's such a chucklehead.
I'm pretty sure Mom's healer isn't supposed to be up to her knees in snow.
I'm pretty sure Mom's healer isn't supposed to be up to her knees in snow.
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