As we were driving along the highway yesterday, my son snapped these shots of the car passing us.
Category: Humor
Dillo Dangerously Dodges Death
What a lovely day!
Whatever this is, it’s blooming. The sun is shining.
When what to my wandering eyes should appear, but a leprosy-carrying varmint!
Run, critter, run!
That armor won’t protect you from…uh-oh.
Looks like Buck is in it to win it. You best hightail it!
Yes! Forget Chicken Soup for the Soul; we’re having armadillo stew for dinner tonight, folks!
Would that taste better with Old Bay or Tony Chachere’s Original Creole Seasoning?
Oh, snap! Escaped into the pile of used tires again! Better luck next time, old boy.
Treehuggers Beware

Sometimes trees are the enemy.
Old People Wang Is Auspicious
Is it me–or does all WordPress spam read JUST like this sign? Spammers have a terrible grasp of English. It hurts my head to wade through the spam to make sure it’s not legit. “Your site my heart happy such good to blog us!” WTF? It’s like going to www.engrish.com, but without ever having to leave blogland.
Come again?
I didn’t even realize male scholars WERE nursed….
Supersweet Wilford Brimley Diabeetus Award

Yes, it’s an award post. But less creative on my part. First, thanks to Yvette at http://strawberryquicksand.wordpress.com/2013/06/15/1353/ for nominating me. She drives a bus, I don’t at all resent her for being a dozenish months younger than I, and she teaches me new phrases in the Australian English language. Now I know what “quite the pong” means, and I intend to use it. And she has the keen sense to pick up on my almost tangible sweetness. So let me get to it.
THE 5 SWEET QUESTIONS
1. Cookies or Cake? – Cookies. Especially cowboy cookies. I don’t like cake. I didn’t even want a wedding cake at my wedding. It’s like eating a sponge. So I let my husband have German chocolate cake, and I got blackberry pie, enough for all the guests. Do I remember eating any? No, but there is a picture of me doing so, one of the few actual bites I ate of anything we ponied up thousands of dollars for. Good thing I didn’t spill blackberry on my white wedding dress, which BTW was never cleaned, and is sitting on a hanger in the upstairs bedroom, waiting to be worn by the daughter I never had.
2. Chocolate or Vanilla? – Chocolate. Vanilla is for people with bland palates, people who don’t take risks, people who order CHEESE pizza. Really? Cheese is part of pizza to begin with. It’s like ordering a bread sandwich.
3. Favorite Sweet Treat? – Dark chocolate raspberry cheesecake from The Cheesecake Factory got me as close to the When Harry Met Sally diner scene as I’ll ever get, but since we’re in a recession, living on poverty wages, I’ll have to answer with something I eat daily, which is Walgreen’s honey-roasted cashews. I know, it sounds tame, but they’re like meth to me. I eat them hourly, despite how many points Weight Watchers says they are. A pox on you, Jennifer Hudson!
4. When do you crave sweet things most? – At conscious moments. From the moment I awaken, when I pour peppermint mocha creamer in my freshly-ground coffee, until I go to bed during Jimmy Fallon, thinking about how in only a few hours, I will be putting creamer in my coffee.
5. Sweet Nickname – Sugarbritches. No, I wish. I don’t have a nickname.
So look, you guys. I have spent the last few days, going to each one of the bloghouses that my Aussie Strawberry galpal listed, and there is NO WAY I could top that. I realized that the sites I visit are usually happy, funny blogs, because I self-medicate with humor, wine, and food. I’m like a walking e-card.

But I realized it’s actually possible to enjoy non-humor-based blogs. So I will just encourage you to take the time to read the others whom she nominated. They’ll put whichever cross your bearing into perspective, give you insight, and hopefully broaden your horizons. Having traveled almost nowhere, my scope of experience is fairly limited. So here they are, in her own words:
Arash Recovery – Arash is an unbelievable story of tenacity and determination. Arash suffered a devastating injury that has left him paralysed. His blog is about the recovery process and his never-say-die attitude.
View From a Walking Frame – Nicola has cerebral palsy. This is her blog on how she gets through life, from going out to dinner, to catching buses to shoe shopping. She is one hell of a chick. Check out her blog for some light hearted laughs.
The Fascinating Life of Eliot Benvie – Eliot is a teenaged Scottish schoolboy who writes a very articulate and interesting blog about his daily life, his views on the world, and everything in-between.
Yummy Lummy – Gary is a doctor who loves food. I love his blog because we live in the same city and it gives me a chance to work out what restaurants are good to go to and which ones might suck a little bit.
Blink Packing – Josh and his little family of three are almost done with a trip around the USA in a 1963 Shasta caravan. Josh’s blog is really interesting as it opens one’s eyes to the greater USA, vintage caravan and small child in tow. Josh’s adventures are ones that will stay with him for a lifetime and will hopefully inspire you to live your dream.
My Midlife Mayhem – Louisa is a ballsy chick from Sydney who tells it how it is. Her family stories revolve around The Old Man, and her teenage kids, Nerd Child and Kurt (the ADHDer).
The life and Times of Nathan Badley – Nathan has to be one of my favourite blog posters. When checking my emails, if I see one pop up from Nathan Badley’s blog, I will immediately read it, and invariably end up holding my sides, tears of laughter pouring down my face.
My Accidental Adventure – Jesse is a young-at-heart older fellow who is currently living out a childhood dream and working on a Dude Ranch in Colorado. This summer appointment follows a necessary move to the mountains where Jesse and his lovely have had to forge a whole new life for themselves. Check out his blog for some lovely stories and awesome photos of the wilderness.
Thanks again to Yvette, and congratulations to her as well!
Deep Fried Bottom Feeder

Over the weekend, we visited quaint little Marble Falls, Texas and dined at http://www.rivercitygrilletx.com/, a lovely restaurant overlooking Lake Marble Falls.

4th Annual Readers’ Poll April 1988
Today we delve into the bowels of one of my former teen mag subscriptions, “Star Hits,” for the 4th Annual Readers’ Poll Results. The cover reveals the top stars of April 1988. Check out who’s included in the Most Promising New Acts.

Duran Squared’s own John Taylor topped the list of most desirables, with those pouty lips and bedroom eyes.


George Michael’s video was voted the 4th best video of 1987. As it turned out, the limelit half of Wham! (Bam, thank you, Sir, may I have another?) actually did NOT want pretty Asian model’s sex. Not remotely. Not even in a filthy public restroom with e-coli-covered stalls.

The lyrics should have given us a clue:
There’s things that you guess and things that you know
There’s boys that you can trust and girls that you don’t
Girls are untrustworthy, huh? Perhaps that should have been included on the Bummer of the Year. Michael Jackson’s comeback was determined to be the biggest bummer. And Iran/Contra was number four??
But the most interesting reads are what the stars themselves chose. Siouxsie Sioux’s most desirable pick was Yul Brynner. The King and I? At least she didn’t have the nerve to list herself, as Andy Fletcher did.
And note the difference in tone maturity level between the choices of former GoGo’s singer Belinda Carlisle and the Beastie Boys (R.I.P. MCA).
Who knew Belinda was so mad about Fred Astaire, and so rocked by the PTL scandal?(R.I.P. Tammy Faye Bakker.) And The Beastie Boys chose Sssss-Samantha Fox as the BEST female singer? Is that because she sang from her diaphragm so well? I won’t hate on her; naughty girls need love, too.
Pickle Parts & Pepper Carcasses

When I purchase a package of bacon, I expect slabs of dead piggy, all red and white marbled and ready to fry. I do not anticipate random snouts and tails tossed in. In civilized society, that would be unthinkable. If I wanted that, I would simply buy hot dogs. Likewise, when I buy a carton of orange juice, I have the power to decide how much pulp I would like, but I can be certain that strips of rind will not be thrown in for flavor.
So why is it okay for pickle and jalapeno companies to shove in pickle tops and jalapeno tops in my jars of otherwise usable food items? The answer is: IT IS NOT. If Tylenol can’t include razor blades in their bottles of acetaminophen any more, then this should not be permissible as well.

It’s like people who went to I.T.T. who couldn’t find jobs and are now passing out flyers; they’re saying, “Here, throw this away for me.” That’s what these manufacturers are essentially demanding of me, the consumer. Throw your own crap away. Don’t fill up my jar with your rubbish. Why do I have to pay for that?

No one wants to bite into a breakfast taco, filled with a salsa containing pointy jalapeno stems that slit the roof of her mouth. Joe Schmoe doesn’t want to spend his piddly lunch hour, wretching up the half-chewed bite of ham and cheese sandwich containing a hard, impenetrable pickle top. Who can afford to spit out forty cent’s worth of lunch? Not me. Not in THIS recession. Not in this lifetime.
If they can put a man on the moon before I was even birthed, if they can put a lifetime of entertainment on a teensy wittle phone that only requires one to merely wave his hand across in order to answer said overpriced, soon-outdated phone, then they can remedy this. Chop chop!
All Aboard For Summer Vacation!
Truck Stop Weary, Numero Quatro

Hands down, this is the guy. This is the guy you want leaning intimately into you, inviting you to be in cahoots with him, to share the secrets he’s learned on the road.
Forgive me. I was premature in my assumption. THIS is the guy.

Yes, the one with the mutton chops, driving his Rebel Flag-decked out Bandit up to California. Is he sucking a Lemonhead? Is he dipping Skoal? He’s a man of mystery. I just feel a strong sense of… Gary Sandy surrounding him. Yes, that’s it. He must be related to Gary Sandy. You know, Andy Travis from WKRP?

Whoa. Is it hot in here? I’m feeling faint, and it’s not a touch of Johnny Fever. Believe me. Okay, time to refocus. Surely, there’s some trucker in this book who can compete with an aging sitcom star.

Um. No. That is NOT the ticket. Perhaps this young fella?

His head says Yankee, but his body says Confederacy. Who has time for a cocksure whippersnapper with an identity complex? Not me. I haven’t got time for the pain. Okay, let’s spin the wheel. Surely there’s SOMEONE.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH! Make it stop!
Youth League Roller Derby

What else is there for a toddler to do in the aftermath of Nazi-ravaged Warsaw, Poland but skate her cares away in the rubble and cess?*
*My best-guess caption
Truck Stop Weary, Numero Tres
Wayne is caught up in the ambiance that IS a Pennsylvania truck stop. So filled with anticipation is he of this new day, that he could barely push his hat down on his head. And who could blame him? Just walking into this charming lounge would brighten anyone’s day.

Across this great nation of ours, other truckers speedily consume their meals, rejoicing at the prospect of what the road will offer. George can barely contain himself.

Harlan is busting at the seams. As soon as he finishes this cigarette, it’s out of the comfort of this red booth and into the luxury of the big rig.

Young Buck, Jr is positively stoked to be spending the day with Buck, Sr, rolling across the wide open spaces of Wyoming, counting bug corpses as they splatter on the windshield.

Dick shares a glance with Kevin, a glance that conveys what words never could. Finish up your pie there, son, and let’s hit the road. Back to the snow and the relentless wind. We don’t get paid to sit. Well, technically, we DO, but you know what I mean.
















