2012 US Endurance Event?

...or a trip of a lifetime. Well, actually both. My brother and I are planning a trip touring the corners of the USA and everything in between. It may even get it's own blog page, who knows. More to follow on that. Anyhow, we wouldn't be riding crotch rockets like pictured here, instead we would have enduro's...F650GS to be exact. Well, that's at least what he has currently and I currently don't own a motorcycle right now. I sold mine about a year or two ago, and been having the "itch" to get another one since I sold it. As far as the idea of the trip, it kinda was a joke at first. Even though I've always wanted to do something like this, I never imagined doing this kind of trip on a motorcycle. But after he suggested it, and after a few seconds thinking about it, the shenanigan was pure genius! After making several trips to AAA to get maps of the lower 48 contiguous states, we are in the beginning stages of mapping out our epic adventure. Of course, like I said before, none of this is going to be possible unless I get a motorcycle first. My primary requirement is that I get a house for the wife FIRST. I don't think this is far out of the question, but definately throws a curve ball into these plans. Now, depending on the house we decide to buy, may depend on what bike I get. I think worse case scenario, I'll get the same as my brothers (BMW F650GS) but a different color. I would be 100% happy with that decision as well, however, the model I was really hoping to get has been discontinued. (Why in God's earth would BMW discontinue the F650GS DAKAR EDITION!!!) So, instead I'm interested in getting the newly released F800GS. Unfortunately, it's about $4000 more than the 650. That decision will be a difficult one down the road. Anyhow, I would say our love for "2 wheeled" vehicles started when we were young. He was real big into road bikes, as I was big into mountain bikes. Of course, I'll give him credit for more than likely getting me interested with anything with 2 wheels...or I guess anything else for that matter. My brother has been a big inspiration in my life (I know, save the sappy or comical comments please!) mainly because he lives life one day at a time. It would probably be safe to say that one of our biggest inspirations for this trip is Long Way Round and Long Way Down. Both are amazing trips and my brother and I could only dream of an experience such as that. Instead, we will stick to our means of budget and complete a trip around the United States. Again, maybe I'll have to open a blog up just as a documentary of how it becomes planned and also a way to help organize this incredible journey.

What was I thinking!

Ladies and gentlemen, the 2007 D'OH of the Year Award goes too...

...Folks, was there much competition? Yes, I got the award. And I really have no defense to receiving this wonderful award other than, D'OH! As you may have read in my previous posts, I got a new job and of course I'm getting all the little things out of the way that needed to be done. Things such as getting them proper documentation, a physical, and so on. Well, Tuesday I had an appointment to meet with a doctor to go over my flawless physical to deem me "fit for duty." Well, Monday comes and goes...Monday night comes and goes...Tuesday morning comes and oh, wait. I have a phone call. Oh, it's just my boss asking why I didn't show up to the doctor's appoinment. WHAT!!!!!!!!!! Oh $#*@!!! After a complete loss of time, and a smack back into reality, I was still confused. How could something like this have past right through that piece of tissue between my ears called a brain? And just to bring you up to speed, the day before (Monday), I put in my two weeks notice with my current job to let them know I would be leaving. After giving the notice, and given a laudry list of things to do, I continued to work and start this list. Then next morning rolls around and I get an early start. So early, in fact, that I totally lost track of time, and didn't even think about the appoinment I had set that day...Tuesday. Moving along, while in the conversation with my new boss, he asks if I still wanted to job. My heart sank. My ears started to ring. The sickness began. Despite all the feelings, I quickly replied (and probably my quickest/smartest response ever), "Yes, absoultely I do! 100% I totally lost track of time because I was so busy with my current job getting things done." To make a long story short, I got rescheduled and the rest is history. As expected, my physical came back with no problems, and I'm good to go. For someone who is usually so organized, almost to the point of OCD, I really couldn't believe I let that appointment slip my mind. Am I disappointed in myself, absolutely! Am I greatful that I was able to be rescheduled and no harm was done, you're damn right I am! Will I most likely be the butt-end of some jokes when I start my first day at my new job? Would I expect anything less!!! I'll be working back in a Fire Department! That's the nature of the beast!

My newest passion!

I'd say for about the past couple years, my hunger for knowledge has steadily increased day by day. In the past few months, it's possible that it's growing into my latest passion. Every night, I'm usually outside to see if it's a clear night so that I can think, dream, and imagine my daily stress away. Several times a day, I find myself thinking about things going on "out there" and often have to snap out of my deep thoughts...no, not by Jack Handy either! (For those who remember, a SNL skit). Anyhow, my favorite star is Sirius, and not because of the satellite radio provider Sirius (although, I LOVE my Sirius Radio!!) but because it's the brightest, and clearest looking star in the sky. No matter of my location (Wisconsin, Pennsylvania, Mississippi, where ever!!) I always try to make sure I see it before going inside for the night. Even though there is SO much to learn about astronomy, I'm eager to learn it all-or as much as I can. After I get a book or two on constellations, planets, stars and I guess the Universe as a whole, I hope to put some of that readings into work by using telescopes. My brother has 2 he wants to get rid of, and I just may be the buyer! Down the road, I may even see about looking for a local astronomy club and see about going to a place with a really big telescope. The greatest part about is all, is the learning of it all is endless. And even better yet, my daughter loves to go outside with me at night, and watch above as well. You can't buy bonding time like that! Of course, she's more interested in watching for shooting stars, but that's ok. And who know's...maybe my son will be interested in it as well. It could go from a personal passion, to a family passion! Anyhow, back to researchin' I go!!! Happy gazing!

A breath of fresh air...finally!

Well, on many occasions, I have alot to be thankful for. This Thanksgiving was definately one to remember. Earlier on in the week, I had 2 interviews. One was a person to person interview (as most are) on Monday, and the other was a telephone interview on Tuesday. Well the interview I had on Tuesday, I received a call back later that afternoon I was offered that job...a Fire Inspector position. Only bad thing is, I would have to relocate to a different state and start all over again with the family. Which we were all ready to commit to...UNTIL the next morning. I get another phone call about the job I interviewed for on Monday...the local Firefighter job. Well once again, I was offered that one too. 2 job offers in 2 days??? INSANE! Now the toughest decision to make...which one! Of course one paid more, but meant moving. The local one was nothing to turn your head at, since the pay was still very attractive. I of course decided to stay local, and accept the firefighter job...not the fire inspector. Anyhow, as good as it felt to have the "ball in my court", I feel like a ton, no make that a million tons of bricks off my shoulders. I don't remember the last time I felt this relaxed. A true breath of fresh air! FINALLY!

Bon Voyage!

Well, it's that time finally and I am dragging my heals the whole way. For one week, I'll be busy from dusk to dawn...and yes I said that right. I'll be on the night shift for our "War Game" and I'll be draggin' ass the whole time! Hopefully all goes smooth, and I really hope the week goes quick. Soon, we'll be all lined up just like this picture and heading south. Yeah. Can you feel my enthusiasm?? Oh, how bout that sarcasm...did you sense that? Well, just in case you didn't, I'm totally not looking forward to this next week. Well, time to go and finish packing. See you all soon!

Got Stress?

Ok, so it's not as bad as what some people may be going through. But it certainly adds stress to myself as well my family.

Jobs.

One of the biggest stressors (I feel) we have due to countless factors...job security, job application, job interview, did I even make the list for an interview, how much does it pay, is it a permanent or temporary position, the list goes on and on. Well, since I'm an impatient person, it drives me nuts to wait and find out if I either made a list of referred people, when the interview is, and did I get the job. Right now, I have about 3 things going for me, but it's the "sit and wait game." And I'll be leaving for a week for reserves here pretty soon, and I'm afraid that I'll miss a phone call and worse yet...miss the opportunity for an interview. Now, I know there are laws to help protect that about military reserve members and allowing them time to still get the opportunity for an interview. But none the less, it's a stress factor. I've been told once before, "It's out of your hands so don't worry about it." I disagree since every application has a fighting chance...just as long as your qualified for the job, and you don't get screwed by the "good ol' boy" syndrome. You know, the people that know people and get the "special referral" to the person that hire's. I guess I'll leave all that to fate, but still between the time I put my application in, and the time I get an answer back...the stress will be there chipping away at my lifespan! Isn't life wonderful??

How much?!?!

This just in...

According to the USAToday, the cost to support both wars (Iraq & Afganistan) could reach astronomical levels. Lets put it this way...no way our current generation would pay for this which brings me to this point...how the hell are we going to pay for this? So far, we've spent $604 Billion dollars! 604! That's crazy. And the expected number for the cost of both wars...$2.4 Trillion dollars...TRILLION! Honestly, I don't know what else to say. I just can't believe that this much is being spent on a war that no one really supports. I'll leave my personal opinion out of this, but as one of the troops, all I ask is that the American public to please support the troops. It's their hard work, and determination that allows us to wake up every morning to be free. Oh, and one more request, please pay proper respect to the American Flag. God Bless America!

About time for a review!

Recently, I broke down and bought another mountain bike with the intention to ride several miles a day, but never really go to the riding part so much. I'd say I have about 100 miles logged into it so far, no where near what I wanted on it yet. Anyhow, I figured I would do a short review on the bike just incase someone else is shopping around.

All in all, the Cannondale F6 with CO2 Frame Technology is pretty good. It's my first mountian bike with the Rapid Fire shifters, and it's taken some time getting used to them. My previous bike (which I stupidly sold to a friend in Alaska!) was a Cannondale Super V-500. Yellow in color, this full suspension was a great bike. I should've never sold it. But I did, and time to move on. This year, I finally bought another Cannondale but decided to go with a hardtail this time...the F6. For what I was using it for, and since I'm in need of some conditioning for riding again, I started off in the middle-lower range. But it's almost a sin to call this a mid-lower range bike. It's got a lot to offer, at a "not a lot" price. With the front suspension traveling in harmony with the roads, its smooth. The shifting is flawless, and the braking is appropriate. Although there could be some more bells and whistle's to it, I certainly can't complain. Later on down the road, I wouldn't mind upgrading some of the components since those are kinda "entry level." As far as looks, there is the "Race Red" pictured above, then there is the "Lightning White" color which is what I have. At first I wasn't a fan of the "Lightning White", but it grew on me. In summary, if you're looking to get back into riding and plan on upgrading after some time...this is the bike. I'm a firm believer in the quote, "You get what you pay for." After a few weeks of shopping around, this was a wise choice. Now if I could just get the time and motivation to get back on the thing, and log in some miles!

Am I hooked?

...I would have to say yes. I'm hooked on blogs. I don't know what is was, but since about two months ago, I've been on this blog kick and I can't seem to knock this habit free. Wait, not a habit, but an addiction. Of course it started off reading one of my friends (Bluey) blogs and was fascinated with all the sorts of things you could do. From that moment on (a little over a year ago) I started Seawall Times. Since then, I'm also a part of 2 different private blogs, and now just recently started my 2nd personal blog dedicated to nothing but all firefighting. Another hunger I've been starving for is reading other people's blogs. If I saved everyone I've enjoyed reading, my favorites list would probably be maxed out(if it could do that). Anyhow, I have a few select saved to my favorites, and I'm just addicted to reading what other people have to say. Am I becoming obsessed with this? Is it just a phase? Is it possible that I'm becoming educated in some way? Who know's, but I actually enjoy hoping onto the computer and reading as many posts as I can. Then I try to post something myself about something that has happened in that day or my life and I throw it all out there. Regardless, I think it's a no-brainer decision that I'm "hooked like a fish." Thanks to all that developed Blogger.com, and all of those who take the time to write. Ain't technology great?!?

Personal Tug of War

Sure there are millions of decisions we all make each day. Some are for the good, and some are for the bad. But what about career changing decisions? Now, granted my decision isn't necessarily a career changing, but it's about as close as you can get. I'm talking about my career in the Air Force Reserves. I just reached my 10 year mark about 2 months ago, and I've pretty much made my decision to stick it out for another 10, and retire. Now, just in case you didn't know, I'm a firefighter both civilian side, and reserve side, and have been for all 10 years of service. I love my job, and would never trade it for the world...civilian side. Now, reserve side, I'm weighing my options about what I should do, because to be honest, I don't think I can take much more the of B.S. anymore. It used to be fun, it used to be educational. Not the case anymore. So I begin thinking, maybe I'm just burning myself out with all this firefighting. Maybe I need to learn another trade to kinda balance myself out. And lets face it, learning another trade is nothing but beneficial to anyone. As far as my options? Well, there are a few jobs that I'm real interested in that have vacancies. Public Affairs(PA) being one. I want to learn more about photography, and I like writing stories...could you tell? I'm not necessarily good at it, mainly because I'm not exactly "politically correct." You see, my bluntness hurts me in that department. Another job prospective is a Historian. I love, LOVE history, but this job will only be base specific and it's one of those jobs that aren't in the spot light(which is ok by me). Another catch is I'll never make more than E-7 (more than likely). And the last job I'm seriously interested about is one that I found out about today. It's called Readiness. It's kinda like being a firefighter, but not. Did I lose you? Well, from what I understand they are closely related, but I don't have to put on all the gear that military (Air Force) firefighters have to put on. They respond to HazMat incidents, and in war time scenarios, they check for damage, UXO's, chemicals in the air, etc. It seems like a pretty good deal, and the more I think about it, the more I wouldn't mind persuing it. BUT, here's the catch. Will I let my guilt and pride get in the way of perhaps bettering myself? What I mean by this, I'm proud to wear the Fire Protection badge on my uniform. I worked my tail off getting to the point I'm at now. I tend to think that I'll feel guilt after (and if) I leave the fire service...but technically I'm not leaving it since I do it civilian side. Just as the title of this post says, I'm really in a personal tug of war. It's been on my mind for about 3 years now...actually 4 if you count when I was active duty. Is it time for me to just swallow my pride, and move on? Hundreds, if not thousands have already and are completely glad they moved away from the fire service. But is it for me? I guess I could argue with myself endlessly. Do I want to??? What do you think. I got better things to do than sit and ponder what to do. I suppose I should make out a "Pro's/Con's" sheet, and decide from there. But, I think I should follow my heart on this one. The only thing I can really say now, is stay tuned...(to be continued).

Oh Canada...(insert their national anthem melody)

I just watched a video from Military.com and I gotta tell you...it doesn't get any closer than this! The sounds of bullets whizzing by, the tone in their voice shouting commands like "Let's go Bravo!", the battle gets intense. But thanks to our Canadian counterparts, they get the job done. End result, Taliban compund was raided, and by the looks of things, terminated. Best quote of the clip is the final words..."Right on boys, their definately going to wonder who the Canadians are from here on out, thats for sure!! Does it get any better than this???

Every dog has it's day

Lets just set the mood, shall we?!

You just cut the grass, edge the grass on the sidewalk, and sweep up all the clippings. You yard looks great. Next thing you know, hours later, there lies a huge pile of something foreign, sometime foul, something brown and lumpy...yes it's fresh dog crap. 5 occasions later, you start to fued and get filled with anger, thinking a walker-by let their dog do their business in your yard, and not cleaning up afterwards. Bloody savages.

It's 8 o'clock in the morning, and everything is usually quiet. You throw some breakfast down, and your quiet morning suddenly comes to an end from hearing a dog barking. Apparently, this dog has bit a child, and took off running. The next day it runs down someone who was jogging by. And the next day, it gets into another fight...this time with a passer-by walking their own dog.

In a span of 2 weeks, there has been 7 huge piles of dog crap, 1 kid bit, 1 runner run down, 1 dog-walker incident, countless livid neighbors...it's almost starting to sound like a chirstmas song. Well, oddly enough I talked to the police about it, and apparently the owner has been fined for her dog running loose 5 TIMES! Now, for what I'm about to say, do not take out of context. Not only do I own a dog, but I love them dearly. I've had my fair share of getting bit by dogs, and I'm not talking about a minor flesh wounds...I'm talking a gaping puncture wound and being able to see tendons, and bone and lots of blood loss. I mentioned to the police officer that the next time, I wasn't going to be so nice and "shoo" him off to the horizon. I'm not going to use my own hands, nor a broom stick...but I have a non-lethal way of hopefully taking care of this myself...a paintball gun. Come'on Fido, bring it on, cause I got several paintballs with your name on it! No more snarling or snapping at me, no more biting kids (especially mine) and no more crapping in my yard. You ass is history!

I'm hooked!

For most of you that know me, I'm not usually a health nut when it comes to food. But lately, I kept hearing that green tea is so good for you, blah, blah, blah. So, I decided to see what all the hype was and bought some Diet Lipton Green Tea. I actually bought the diet accidentally, not looking at the bottle. After about half way through drinking this, I was really enjoying it...until I looked at the label again, noticing "DIET." I blurted out "Damnit! Why did I buy diet!" But I finished the drink with mild disgust and went on with my day. Well, a few days later, I bought another bottle making sure it wasn't the diet. After cracking the cap, and taking a swig, I wasn't as impressed. I thought to myself, "You know, the diet was actually better tasting than the regular...odd." So before I left the gas station, I ran back in and bought the diet...just for instant assurance that I did like the diet. Sure enough, I did. So now I'm on this big Diet Green Tea kick, buying cases from Sams Club. I'm so addicted to this stuff, it's not funny. And maybe it's a mental trick, but my body does actually feel better. And it's the little stuff too, like I always had sinus blockage...I just never seemed to breathe a fresh breath of air. I don't notice it much anymore. Day-to-day energy seems better. And surprisingly I tend to keep better focus on things. It's really weird how this actually makes me feel better. Hell, usually it was the Jim Beam that made everything better! Not that some green tea drink could ever replace my bourban/whiskey! What kinda Scotsman would I be if I gave that up! But long story short, this stuff rocks and I'm totally hooked. And for only $10.88 for a 24 pack of this stuff, it's a steal! That's about .45 cents per bottle! Sure beats the $1.29 I was paying at the gas station...crooked bastards!!

Mission Complete!

It's been one of those chores I kept saying, "I'll do it next weekend." Trying to decide if I wanted to drop $500 on a professional spray-in bedliner or just a do-it-yourself kit for my truck wasn't easy. After going through the pro's and con's about it, I just decided to do the "Do-it-yourself" kit, which turned out to be a ball buster. I'll set up the sequence of events. I have a 99 Toyota Tacoma which is my daily runner and it's a great little truck. Keeping in mind that it's about 8 years old, I wanted to protect it for many more years to come (that is, if I decide to keep it). I don't really do that much towing/hauling with it, mostly just to get me back and forth to fire calls, and reserve weekend. Occasionally, I'll head to Lowes or Home Depot and pick up some wood/plywood for various projects. If you know me, then you know how anal I can be sometimes about things, and how organized I try to be. I guess I could be diagnosed with OCD...no kidding. Anyhow, I decided to attempt the Herculiner kit but I had to go 110% with it...no half-ass job for me. So, of course the prep work was the hardest part about this chore. Again, since I'm anal about stuff, I removed everything from the bed of the truck...the tie downs, the brake light assemblies, the tailgate, the tailgate latches, EVERYTHING! And of course, things didn't go as planned (as is in any project). A total of almost 4 hours of drilling out 2 bolts, this was beginning to be one big headache. To make a long story short, through hard work and determination my brother got the bolt out finally, without destroying the threads too...a big plus if you ask me! After finally getting all the hardware out, I washed the bed of the truck, used a chemical cleaner called Prep-All, and got it nice and clean. Finally we could start applying the Herculiner. After several hours, and 2 coats later...we were done. It looked great. It was so good, if you ran your arm across the bed, you would probably cut yourself! A special thanks to my brother who helped me out, big time...and a big warning to all who decide to do this. Wear long sleeve and don't wear something you like. Once this crap hits your skin, unless you wipe it off right away using Prep-All (or some sort of Acetone based cleaner) it will be stuck to you for at a minimum of one week. Again, since I'm anal, all the hardware I had to either get new stuff or burn a little elbow grease to get the old stuff looking good. I did a combination of the both. I bought all new screws for the tie downs (to include one new tie down). And sanded everything else. After sanding, I primered it, and painted it with several coats. Then I used some grease so these new parts didn't get rusted into place like they once were. Oh, and good luck finding tailgate bolts for an older Toyota. Dealership supposedly didn't care them, local hardware stores don't really carry metric sizes, and auto stores were hit and miss. I finally found something identical at Auto Zone (thanks guys) and it worked out just fine. In summary, if you decide to do this project on your own, then make sure you have A.)Plenty of time B.)Are able to get spare parts C.)Patience!! D.)A place to park the truck inside a clean garage and finally E.)Plenty of time. Thank god its over with. I think next time I'll go pay the extra cash to have it done.

Hard Knock Life...

After a long two weeks spent in the warm and humid climate of Georgia, I can finally say mission complete! Pictured here, are a few technicians in whats called a "Level A" suit for a Hazardous Material emergency incident. The job of a HazMat Technician is to (offensively) mitigate the chemical exposure to prevent further leak/exposure. Never an easy task. Unlike most firefighting operations when you go in full speed, balls to the wall get the job done quick and go home, these kind of emergencies are played out like a chess game. Between researching the product, finding compatable Chemical Protective Clothing (CPC), containters to store "methyl-ethyl bad stuff" in and then contacting every Tom, Dick, and Harry that has anything to do with this chemical can take hours, even days. Believe it or not, I'm not trying to get into the specifics, but with HazMat situations, there are so many unknowns. Anyhow, I just spent 2 weeks learning what all the MANY tasks this job involves and it wasn't easy. After multiple days of lecture, 2 days of in-suit/hands on, and two 50 point tests later, I am now certified in accordance with NFPA 472. What does this all mean?? More money to be possibly made, and hopefully more job offers! It's all about that dollar, right!

Long story short, the class was great and I learned a ton of stuff I hopefully will never have to use.

Phoenix Mishap

As most of us know, two Phoenix local news choppers were out covering a high-speed chase and flew into each other and crashed...resulting in 4 fatalities. Thousands of people take risks everyday for our jobs understanding what the outcome may unfortunately be...death. Law enforcement, pilots, firefighters, high-rise building workers, the list goes on. Speaking on my behalf, being a firefighter I've accepted the risks and understand that maybe one day, I too could become another statistic. Now, as sad as it was to the family and friends of the 4 guys that were killed in the helicopter crash, I sympathize. But I was really disturbed when I heard a couple things about this story. First off, as the accident happened, and was being covered by yet, another helicopter, I was listening to the one gentleman on TV. His statement (not exact words) was as follows: "These guys were great hero's and hopefully now people will understand the risks and hazards these guys take everyday" blah, blah, blah. Now, personally I'm not sure flying a news helicopter would be a "heroic" job...unless in the rare occasion they were using their helicopter for some sort of rescue. That's issue number one I have. The second issue I have is about the gentleman that was involved in the high-speed chase and what he's getting charged with. Rarely (0.001% chance) would I side with the criminal, but in this case they're going to try to charge him for those 4 men that died. That criminal never asked for the media to cover him by air, let alone at all. As bad as I feel for the members of the crash, I can't see charging the criminal with 4 counts of negligent homicide. Absolutely unacceptable. If anything, those helicopters were in the wrong place at the wrong time, obviously not paying attention to one another, and lack of communication. Ultimately putting danger to the lives of the people below them. Often I worry about that when I'm on scene at a fire or a bad vehicle accident. Aside from having to call in air transport, it bothers me to see a helicopter hovering about where I am...for that exact reason. So in that scenario, would you put the homeowner on trial because his house was on fire, and the local news decided to cover it? I mean, where do we draw the line? Would an old lady be charged negligent homicide because she ran a stop sign, slamming into a car resulting a catastrophic accident? No life threatening injuries on the ground until 2 wandering helicopters touch rotor blades, and fall uncontrollably to the ground possibly killing innocent bystanders or emergency crews that were near or at the scene of the vehicle accident? I know our judicial system is totally screwed up and all, but where is this country really going? Things are getting way out of hand. I'll end this with one FOR SURE no brainer. Those 2 sicko bastards in Connecticut that raped and killed that doctors family...immediate death penalty if you ask me. It's a good thing I'm not a judge! =)

Mile high club?

We never even came close to being a mile! Several feet of air is what separated us from the top of the tree's. The other day, I got the chance of a lifetime to go up in one of the Army's Blackhawks and fly on one of their missions. Considering this was my first time in a helicopter, it was definately a flight to remember. Kudos to the pilots as they were fighting the gusty winds that day as we flew over the scenic Wisconsin farm lands. Fighting the winds myself, you can see the doors were wide open and I was in the "hot seat." It was great being able to look down and see the land go by at break neck speeds; then to only see it disappear as we banked hard to the right and all I could see was a blue cloudy sky. Then another hard bank to the left, and all I can see are trees and grasslands upclose and personal. After getting my stomach out of my ankles, we leveled off and cruised for a while. Overall, the flight was a blast and it was great to see parts of Wisconsin that many locals probably haven't. If ever given the chance, I would highly recommend. Thanks again to the flight crew for allowing us to go up! Definately a new perspective of the other branches and what they do.

Jigga What??

Product is supported by Jay-Z, right? Wrong.

I was watching ESPN2, the 2006 World Championship of Poker, when it was interrupted by Verlander's no-hitter during the 8th inning. Congrats to him by the way... Anyhow, during a commercial break, I see this commercial for the pictured product. Thinking this was a bogus commercial for something funny, turns out this is an actual product. So, I went on-line to check it out. Apparently, this product has been around since 1958, but it's the first time I've heard of it. I couldn't believe of the ever-so-close simularity of the racial slur. As a matter of fact, half paying attention to the commercial, I thought they did say that racial slur. After reading the history on Jig-A-Loo, turns out they explain the name. See for yourself. Anyhow, good luck Canada...cause once Al Sharpton see's this product, get ready to pucker up for some bullshit! LOL

Death by Ben??

I've heard of some crazy, odd, and bizarre ways to die, but this has to top the charts. I just happened to come across an interesting article while browsing around. Apparently, a 17 year old girl overdosed on methyl salicylate, an anti-inflammatory found in sports creams. Move over ephedrine...you too anabolic steriods; the new precautionary drug to watch for is Bengay! It's insane to think that a supposedly harmless (or should I say helpful?) medicine could potentially poison someone to death.
So I guess next time your old bag of bones get sore and weak, be sure to use this lethal stuff cautiously. Perhaps a soak in the bath would be better? Poor girl...

Bloody English!

I understand standing up for what you believe in...I understand showing your support for what you believe in...but has it gone too far? Lately, the bandwagon to jump on, is to protest the war like to hippies did back in the 60's. I don't quite understand that, cause these men and women fight for our freedom. I don't understand that one guy who chains and locks himself to a tree, just so it doesn't get cut down. And for the basis of this post, I really don't understand protesting England's royal family for supposedly mistreating animals. Apparently, Prince Philip beat a fox to death during a fox hunt. Now, maybe I'm real heartless, but who cares if he did that. It's a hunt! Well, some nasty S.O.B. decided in his protest, he would cook up a Corgi, (which is also the Queen's favorite dog) and eat this cooked dog, on the streets of London. Now, look at this dog in the picture. This is a Pembroke Welsh Corgi and it doesn't look like there is much meat on this thing. Granted, he seasoned the meat with some good stuff...but what a whack-job! It's a dog! A nasty little chipmunk chaser! But, I guess if it got his point across, then he succeeded. Although, I'm not sure why you would eat an animal that looks so close to a fox...maybe that's why he decided on the Corgi. I guess people go through any medium to be heard. But, I'm sure he could've done something a little more tasteful (no pun intended!)...like a blog maybe??