Category: Observation

Those Are Some Tiny Feet

Thought I would go ahead and post one last entry before boarding the plane to Vegas.  This way I will not take a chance on partaking in toooo much fun and end up forgetting another observation taken from the Agility Dog Show at the fairgrounds in Springfield.  I was sitting with my wife back with the dog tents (yep, my dogs are treated like true members of the family and get their own special tent to lounge in between their runs) and simply watching the other competitors take their various turns.  At one point during the day, two individuals showed up, unfolded their collapsible chairs and made themselves comfortable.   The particular spot they chose was actually right in front of us, but I really didn’t mind that much since I tend to move away from our spot when it is my dogs’ turn because they have a tendency to see me and get distracted.   What did catch my attention was the fact they chose a spot right in front the ring fencing that had a full page sign on it:

Agility Show Sign

My apologies for the poor picture, but all I had at the time was my camera phone.  I added in some text so you could see one of the main purposes for the sign.   The ironic part of all of this is clearly they had to look right past the sign to see any of the dogs run.  I began to wonder just what was causing the communication breakdown and taking notice of the fact that the signmaker apparently wasted his/her time creating and hanging the request – guessing the is the classic Led Zeppelin communication breakdown.  I decided there were some possible causes:

  1. They can’t read – I dismissed this pretty quickly since the individual on the left is at least giving indications they are reading another pamphlet.
  2. They believe the sign was meant for everyone else and not them – a pretty elitist view of the world, but since they were not concerned about blocking my view this could be a distinct possibility
  3. They are visually impaired – their heads were tracking the dogs out in the ring so I am going to dismiss this possibility and I would suggest that if this is true they would likely not have been correctly facing toward the ring 8^)
  4. They are confused and think the single tick mark means inches and therefore believe they are within tolerance – This thought had me sidetracked for about 15 minutes as I tried to remember when I learned that a single tick meant feet and a double tick (quote) meant inches.  For the life of me, I couldn’t remember when this might have been…. and who was the first to do that in the first place?  obviously I have some homework to do in order to track that sidebar down – I’ll let you know what I find
  5. Lastly, they have tiny little feet so when they marked off the distance they came up very short.  This has to be it.  In the goodness of their hearts they were really trying to obey the rules of the event, but a variance was introduced which prevented them from actually carrying out that mission.  I am going with this reason from a positive viewpoint – it gives them the benefit of the doubt and eliminates the evil thought in my head that they were just stupid.

I probably should have just asked them if they were aware of the 10 FOOT rule and validate their response with the options listed above.  I ultimately decided to just take a picture and use it as blog fodder when I had the chance.   Anyway, I was still basking in the display of kindness from the Caterpillar tattoo guy to let this dampen my day.

All aboard to Sin City… type ya’ (not a measurement symbol) soon!

I’ll Use My Own Pen, Thank You Anyway

Look at me go, I’m in the process of completing one third of the total number of posts for last month… and the Vegas material has not even been collected yet.  Of course, there is always the quality over quantity argument, but I’m trying my best to cover both.  Today’s entry (actually tonight’s since I made it home from work pretty late) was observed at the State Fair Grounds over the weekend.  If you read my last post you already know I was there for an agility dog show.  The topic at hand was found in a location that I encounter at least one social/guy code violation in a day.  Kind of gave it away with the guy code statement, but just in case we are talking about the men’s public bathroom.  As a staunch supporter and follower of the bathroom guy codes, I am continually amazed at the number of people who are unaware of the unwritten rules or just don’t care.   Nothing creeps me out more than when the “greatest possible distance” rule is violated at the urinals… note, this includes redirection to the stalls if the greatest distance cannot be achieved with the current urinal usage configuration.  This topic probably needs a whole blog on its own, so I’ll redirect back to my main topic … which is bathroom wall writing.  Can someone please explain to me what the fascination is with this particular activity?  I had actually forgotten about this practice until I stepped foot into the public bathroom near the Coliseum Horse Arena.  There on the wall holding the urinal was various witty and thought provoking prose meant to inspire while one relieves.  I jest, of course, since it generally consists of a juvenile phrase followed by a phone number that is generally scratched off or smudged in some manner.  So apparently mid-drain someone decides they need to share an important piece of information, whips out a writing utensil and makes his mark (with the pen/pencil, not with the other although I wouldn’t put it past such a person).  Clearly he (yes, I think I can be gender specific here) didn’t run to the sink, wash his hands and then take out his pen and complete the wall graffiti.  I would also suggest that the dominant hand was used since most people are generally one-handed writers so it was likely involved in uncapping more than the pen or pencil.  If you carry this thought through to the end, he probably places it back in his pocket only to take it out later to write on a piece of paper or some other more appropriate medium.  I can only hope he isn’t a pen cap biter, or worse, offer up the pen to an innocent victim who needs to take a quick note.   But whom am I kidding, what is the true likelihood of this individual washing his hands up exit in the first place?   Betting “on the come” that you think about this the next time you use someone else’s pen or pencil – in actuality I am probably more worried about the guy who wets his fingers to smudge out the number on the wall (ugh!).  Quite intriguing was the person who actually responded to a statement on the wall proclaiming “F**ck Life” with the compelling and mind blowing affirmation of “so right”   (note this reply happened within three hours from the time I first saw the F.L. in the morning)  What is that?  Is your life so boring and diluted that you actually have to respond to a wall scribble?  did you get to zip with a glee in your heart?  Unfortunately, I’ll probably never ever know the answers to that question since that would probably violate an established guy code regarding asking someone the reason for a urinal activity – wait, there is no probably about that – definite VIOLATION.

I leave you with some words of advice… always carry your own pen or pencil so you don’t have to think about this topic ever again

Resolution through Tattoo

First off, a whopping 6 blog entries all last month (although to be truthful, my last one could have been three).  Definitely dipping below plan, but the good news is I am heading to Vegas next week.  You know what that means…. enough blog fodder to last me the rest of the year 8^).  This Labor Day weekend, we headed down to Springfield for an Agility Dog Show my dogs were competing in.  It was actually being held at the State Fair Grounds along with a huge motorcycle race which was bringing in everyone with a Hog in a 50 mile radius that wasn’t already up in Wisconsin at the big Harley gathering up there.  My parents showed up a little later in the day to watch the dogs run and ended up finding a spot where they were parking to go to the motorcycle race.  Nothing to special there, just the standard honor system for row parking – space, car, car, space providing the ability for each vehicle to leave without being blocked in.

At some point in the day, I went back to my Dad’s vehicle to check if they had left their cell phone in the car.  While I was looking in the car windows, a van pulls up and parks in the space between the double rows of cars (car, car, about 5 ft of space,  newly parked car, about 5ft of space, car , car).  My Dad was parked in the second spot in and wasn’t blocked in at the time since the new van parked behind the first car, but the driver was basically establishing a new row pattern which was surely to be duplicated the rest of the way down (assuming they could actually get turned 90 degrees in the tiny space.  I was somewhat surprised that someone would actually do that so I decided it was appropriate to wait until the individual exited his vehicle so I could question him about this particular decision.  Best case, I could point out the error of his ways, at worst case I would have new material for my blog.  An older man gets out (I’ll go with mid 60’s) with a cigar in his mouth.  I asked him if he was actually going to park there because it would lead to us being blocked in.  He then asked us which car was our and we pointed out the second car in, but it would eventually happen if someone followed his lead…. what followed totally stunned me…

Completely out of the blue the individual replies with “You know, you’re right I am starting a new row and it could block you in. I’ll tell you what, since you’re wearing that shirt (looking towards my Father …. )  he then reaches over and pulls up his right sleeve to reveal a Caterpillar logo tattoo matching the logo on my Father’s shirt which I had given him as present)  … I’ll move my vehicle for you.”  Unbelievable, I was expecting some serious discord and as it turns out, this guy actually retired from Cat (where my brother and I work) and actually worked in the facility in Decatur where my older brother used to work – He even knew my brother.  We exchanged names (his name was Mike), shook hands and pleasantly departed.   Sometimes things work out better than expected and fortunately this is one of those times.  Saved by a tattoo.. now that is definitely a first for me since most of the ink I see these days leans to the aggressive side.  What is the most satisfying is someone liked working for my company so well, they had it permanently displayed on their body.  Just one more example of the strong commitment to the Caterpillar Family.

A Interesting Week (almost my last)

It has been an interesting week on the observation front.  Not so much out of the ordinary as opposed to things just catching me off guard. 

For starters, I was taking the back way into the Best Buy parking lot (you learn interesting shortcuts into local shopping areas during Christmas) and happened upon an ambulance parked under a tree towards the back.  I decided this was a great idea – disperse the ambulances to various parts of the city in order to improve response times.  They are going to probably sit around anyway waiting for an event anyway so why not increase the opportunity to save a life. The surprise moment came as soon as I passed by the ambulance and noticed the drive sitting on the back bumper smoking a cigarette.  I have to question this choice of occupations.  He spends his days probably witnessing some horrible situations of which more than one has to be heart attack or stroke based.  However, he still chooses to increase his odds of requiring the services of his organization.  Maybe smoking is a means to calm his nerves after dealing with the situations he faces at work. 

 A day or two later I was sitting in an Chinese restaurant waiting for a carry out when a lady walked in with her 4 to 5 year old son.  First off, it hit me that I have a poor ability to actually judge a child’s age.  Guessing this is due to not having children of my own and really do not have a lot of contact with children in the pre-school to kindergarten range.  Hopefully some little kid won’t hold up a filling station while I am there and then have to try and give an age estimate to the police… not to mention I don’t think the height charts on the exit doors go that low.  As I was sitting there (admiring the fact that the lady was able to speak perfect non-accented English and then apparently converse in fluent Chinese -or Mandarin – no clue with the Asian lady behind the counter), the child asked if he could have one of the new ice cream bars he saw on the menu.  The mom looked like she was going to happily comply with his wish when she read the fine print indicating it was sugar free.  I had noticed that on the sign and thought this would probably increase his chances of scoring the treat.  Contrary to my assumption, she said “no, that is sugar free, I don’t want you to have that”  Whoa, luckily the kid asked the exact same question I wanted to ask “why is sugar free bad?” (thanks kid).  Her response was “It’s just not good for you.. bad stuff”.  In the age of fat nation, I was kind of stunned since it seemed like a lesser of evils and a potential enforcement of choices in future treating situations.  I actually pondered on this all the way home and ended up asking my wife to weigh in on the situation.  She immediately sided with the mom under the argument that sugar substitutes are bad for children.  Is this true?  I recalled the sign did have a Splenda logo in the bottom right hand of the sign (I have a tendency to recall scenes in pretty good detail which you might at first think is a good thing, but if you know of a way to eliminate the mental picture of the 250+ pound lady wearing the red skin tight running shorts during the Bix 7 road race, I’m all ears) .  Is there a age when sugar alternatives are good for you.. is it bad at any age…. is this position wrong and we have another Olestra scandal on our hands?  … of course I am sure that breaded chicken in the thick orange sauces is sooooo much better for the kid.

Lastly, and the most startling, observation happened today.  I was coming out of the Culver’s parking lot in East Peoria and was first in line at the stop light waiting to turn left.  I usually hate approaching this light from the right because it isn’t sync’d real well with another light about 3/10ths of a mile away which causes the need for “critical decision time” when you have to determine if there is enough room past the light not to block the intersection if the cars get stopped at the other light- by the way, intersection blocking is PET PEEVE of mine!   I was simply watching the vehicles approach from the left and taking in the sights and sounds when I noticed the car in the lane closest to me (on the left) started slowing down which is generally a good sign that the light is preparing to turn.  For some reason my spider senses flared up and my attention diverted to a van alongside that vehicle that showed no sign of slowing down – in fact, it looked like it was accelerating relative to the vehicle that was slowing down.  Sure enough, the light turned green (actually green arrows because I was a T intersection) and the lady in the van just kept coming – still 3 to 4 car lengths away from the intersection… I hesitated for seemed like an eternity and half expected the car behind to start leaning on the horn…. no decline in speed…van still approaching, van entering intersection and then I caught a good view of the older lady driving – guess in the late 50’s (okay, I suck at older ages as well 8^)  I was getting ready to raise my hands in the standard palms up for the universal “WTF?” display when she turned her torso 90 degrees to me, raised her hands in the air in the stick ’em position, opened her eyes wide open, opened her mouth and shook her head violently like she was trying to scare a kid.  She continued through the red light like than and then calmly returned to the standard driving position and continued on down the road.   I was left dumbfounded – the car behind her stopped and proceeded through the intersection and actually caught the attention of the driver who stopped in the lane closest to me – he was shaking his head in disbelief as well.  I have no explanation for this … other than a death wish.  My thanks to whatever triggered my internal alarms – it actually had a lingering effect on me since I spent the remainder of my drive assessing all the assumptions I make on road.. hope that guy stays in his lane, does he know what a dual turn is, will he accelerate to speed before merging.  Guessing this will pass soon, but that is the closest I’ve come in awhile to getting a ride in an ambulance…. If I’m in luck some guy will have one parked close and, believe me – if so,  I will not give one ounce of concern if he is smoking. 

A Disgraced Angel

Today I was appalled.  Was it hearing about Supreme Court Lying Ex President Clinton speaking in Las Vegas on Energy Conservation (I wonder how many people it takes to FLY Clinton to Nevada – bad news is he wasn’t on the campaign trail ruining another election)…. nor was it Bolt from Jamaica going on about how people like him for his cockiness and end of race taunting…. nope, neither of those things.  I was stunned by an Angel… by name only.  As it turns out Angel Matos – a Cuban Tae Kwon Do Olympian competing for the Bronze Medal decided he was unfairly penalized so roundhoused the referee.  That’s right, hauled off and kicked the referee who disqualified him (per the rules) for taking too much injury time (he was winning 3-2, but was knocked on his *ss by his opponent).   Now there are two overall goats for the Olympics and unfortunately this one hits closer to home since I spent many years in Tae Kwon Do and consider this a slap in the face of everything that discipline is based on. 

I still remember my TKD Tenants and Pledge to this day:

Tae Kwon Do Du Jun Sin (Tenants of TKD)

  • Ye-Ui – Courtesy
  • Yom Chy – Integrity
  • In-Nae – Perseverance
  • Guk Ke – Self Control
  • Bakjul Boolgool – Indomitable Spirit

 (pardon the translation attempt, it has been awhile since I wrote Korean)

My Pledge

  • I will obey the principles of TKD
  • I will obey instructor and all senior ranks
  • I will never misuse TKD
  • I will be a champion of freedom
  • I will build a more peaceful world

 Might as well throw in my Master Commandments while I’m at it:

Kwan Jang Nim Hoon Se

  • Chung Kyul – Cleanliness
  • Tin-Seel – Truth
  • Kyum Son – Humble
  • Sa-Rang/Ja Bae – Mercy
  • Duk Do – Spiritually Awake

 I was expected to know these upon any prompting from my instructors and required to demonstrate this knowledge along with Korean philosophies for all techniques and forms before every belt test – knowledge before technique, technique before use and competency before advancement.  Yet for some reason this sad excuse for a martial artist apparently didn’t see an issue with attacking a judge … nor did his coach who was apparently unapologetic.  The World Taekwondo Federation has issued him a lifetime ban – which is a good first step, but I am thinking an additional exhibition at the Beijing closing ceremonies should include an example of Kyum Son – Maybe a Monkey or Crane style demonstration to see if Angel’s black belt is really up to standards.  But alas, I’ll obey Ja-Bae and hope none of my students ever show such disrespect to the ancient arts.

Pil Sung!

Utter Failure for USA Runners

Ugh… I just finished watching the Men’s and Women’s relays.  Pretty basic really…. run real fast, pass a baton to the next runner and repeat until the finish.  Let me pause for a few minutes to let the flood of defensive statements crash through my monitor… tick tick.. “Oh yeah, then you try it”, tick tick “They’re at the Olympics and you are sitting at home so there”, tick tick “Don’t ridicule unless you can do better” tick tick – okay, times up.  Pretty lame comebacks, but I’ll quickly address one… Give me four years to practice every day of my life and I will guarantee you that I could pass a small cylinder to another run without watching it bang onto the ground.  What makes this so ridiculous is that it was a heat race … which means even if you don’t have a chance to beat the Jamaicans, you should be able to at least get in the top four even if you run a “safe” race and go slower at the transfers.  But no, both the men and the women played hot potato on the last leg and succeeded in flushing any medal chance down the drain.  I guess the cherry on the shame cake was the women’s after race interview where they runner claimed she didn’t know what went wrong and that they were the best team out there … GOOOOONNNGGGG  a) you know exactly what went wrong, you dropped the baton because you were not focused and b) every team out there without a DNF after their team name was better than you. 

Note, I was actually surprised at the commentator statements to the same effect at the end of the event – in fact, they basically spelled it out as lack of leadership and inability to deliver across the board.  Before I f0rget, I would like to give some credit to Dix in his respectful acceptance in the bronze medal last night after two faster runners (one an American) failed to stay in their lanes – I think he actually stated he still lost and thanked the officials for the medal – contrast with American supposed silver medalist that was tossing the word “protest” around… tapes rarely lie

by the way, did anyone see the US women’s pole vaulter getting a tongue lashing by her coach because she only won a silver medal?  Can someone direct me to the Olympic Creed again – she made it to the final rounds (runners check that) and then came up one position behind a lady that was clearly tops in the field (…. update, someone mentioned this lady was actually trash talking the gold medalist before the event -if this is true, I will recant my statements since I can’t stand that)

Mission Accomplished for Phelps

I just finished watching Michael Phelps win his 8th Gold Medal at the XXIX Olympic Games.  He came with a mission, executed with determination, supported by the strong efforts of his teammates and brought home the gold.  Congratulations Michael, clearly the greatest Olympian Athlete to date – although with a 12,000 calorie a day diet I’d hate to see his food bill.  In addition to Speedo’s million dollar bonus, I’m also thinking NBC needs to be chipping into the Phelps Phund (see how I cleverly used the Phelps spelling in a phonics play on words – sometimes I crack myself up)  anyway… If it wasn’t for Phelps, I probably would not have been watching as many of the Olympic Games since I prefer the winter version.  As an example, I ended up watching the entire women’s marathon tonight just so I wouldn’t miss Michael’s attempt.  Okay Okay, I like running, but a play by play of a marathon is really not that exciting.

 Oh, so far the US goat goes to Deana Kastor who quit the marathon due to an apparent injury — if she was hurt that bad before the race she should have relinquished to the alternate.. if she hurt herself during the race, then she probably wasn’t prepared since it was a slow start for the race.  I reserve the right to change my mind once details come out, but Paula Radcliffe at least showed the Olympic spirit and finished the race under serious pain (although she also gave up the last time). (note I said US goat because the overall goat is the Swedish wrestler Ara Abrahamian who threw a hissy fit at the medals ceremony and ended up leaving his bronze medal on the mat.  Luckily the IOC did the right thing and stripped him of the medal … dignity in defeat is as important as humility in victory.  In contrast I give kudos to Tyson Gay who when interviewed about his loss in the semifinals of his race said he was at 100% (had a hamstring injury) and made no excuses beyond not delivering. 

Hats Off!… let the endorsements kick into h$gh gear.

Breakfast with Sinners

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Now on to today’s post.  As mentioned previously, we were heading through Council Bluffs Iowa on our way back from South Dakota when we decided to visit the local casino (Ameristar) and try our luck in the den of the devil.  My wife and I actually do like to gamble (in moderation) and quite frankly if you want a good people watching opportunity… go to a casino – especially in Vegas.  As detailed in the Rath Inn entry, we were up early and out of there as fast as possible, leaving us pretty hungry.  To satisfy this craving, we decided to catch some breakfast in their restaurant.  While we were waiting for the food to arrive, a couple with another man came in and sat at a booth next near us.  I am not sure if they were simply holdovers from the night before or just arriving, but it struck me odd that the solo dude ordered a beer while the other two stuck with water.  I do not drink very much at all (social only) and never for breakfast so it seemed a little interesting, but when the food arrived for the couple it was replaced with a sense of confusion.  Before they dug into their feed, they made the sign of the cross and took a few minutes to say a prayer.  This is not exactly the place I expected to see such conviction seeing as I am not aware of many religions that really endorse such sinful behavior as gambling (and potential lifestyles that can be found in such places).  I didn’t stick around to see if they actually went into the gambling area, but chalked it up as something I really hadn’t witnessed before – don’t get me wrong, I am not opposed to people wanting to follow their faith –  as long as it isn’t directed at me, an attempt to influence me, or used to justify violence on your fellow man). 

Plates empty, glass drained… time to hit the tables

Major Rock (by that I mean Bach) SUCKAGE

My ears are ringing badly… why you ask… well I submitted to the Jedi mind trick my wife placed on me and I ended up agreeing to go see Poison at our local Peoria Civic Center last night.  That’s right, Poison… 80’s, makeup, hairspray, latex … you got it.  First a confession is in order.  This is the third time I have seen Poison in the last 3 or so years (that d*mn Jedi trick must be stopped).  But in all honesty, I must agree that it is a pretty fun time.  Poison does give their all and their songs are catchy and don’t take a master’s degree to learn the lyrics – but the number one thing, of course, is the people watching opportunity. 

Unlike the last two times I saw them, it wasn’t at the Mississippi Valley Fair in Davenport.  This was a real arena and there was a fronting band – let’s retry that.. there was suppose to be an opening act, specifically Sebastian Bach.  You know Bach, as in Skid Row, Super Band reality show member, VH1 top 100 metal songs narrator, rehabber – I’ll stop there because the downhill terrain is getting slippery.  Anyway, we find our seats, take in the view, note a tremendous amount of significantly overweight women dressed to score, spot an unusually large number of Affliction and other UFC themed shirts, settle in to the truly uncomfortable arena seats and prepare for Mr. Bach to bless us with his wonderful bygone day pipes.  First his band comes out and all I could think of is what newspaper ad did he find these guys at –  espescially the lead guitarist sporting the scary dude elongated sideburns, black boots and b e l l b o t t o m s – weak.  The music kicks in and it’s ABSOLUTE CRAP.  I’ve been to many concerts across many different genres and this is the worst I’ve ever sat through.  Every single act on the Warped Tour had better sound that what was blasting my ears – distortion out of tolerable gain, vocals lost in the guitars and Bach’s wireless uplink cutting in an out.  It was awful and based on the people standing around looking at each other, this was a consensus opinion.   As a side note, a good indicator that you are on the way out is when you have to come onstage and open up with a song from another band (Aerosmith’s Back in the Saddle).  Sebastion also has historically relied on his strong high end vocals but apparently that is gone because they had the reverb turned up so high on his mic he would stop singing way before the end of the screech.  Finally midway through the roadie guy kept coming out to play with his butt monitor to see if he could fix it (there has to be some funny shots of that and based on the thousands of camera’s going off in the no-camera show someone must have it).  They eventually gave him a wired mike which didn’t fix the problem but gave him the opportunity to stand on stage and due the horribly cheesy and stupid helicopter whirl with it.  Nothing tops the lead guitarist’s trying to actually hit his leads – missed note there, delayed note there all cranked up so we could hear every high school chop – I finally had to laugh out loud when he tried strumming with his teeth and ended up losing the rhythm – of course he was continually stomping on his pedals trying to get them to work.  I will digress again quickly – what is it about bands continually telling me where I’m at.  I know where I’m at, the guy next to me knows where he is at and if the lead singer bothered to look at the arena name he would also know where he was at – so use it once or twice to fire the crowd up .. and then just STOP IT.  To put it in perspective, I counted the number of times Sebastian said Peoria vs the number of times he said the F-word – guess which one won by a landslide and if you know anything about Bach, you know he uses that other word allllllll the time – the point I explained to my how before the show how it would be a great drinking game.  Sorry, back to the rant.  Finally they end, the audience applauds their exit (most reaction all night) and they crank up the recorded music which sounded absolutely awesome.  Guns N Roses: Welcome to the Jungle, AC/DC: Highway to Hell – was as if they were there rocking it out for us.  Bach – you owe my wife and I and apology for having to sit through that crap.  There was great retribution when Poison came out – Brett Michaels actually thanked Dokken for opening up for them – HEHEHEHE (I wish) – Brett turned to CC and he told him it was Bach and trying to brush it off then thanked Bach [for wasting our time] Classic!

As just a few comments, Poison didn’t disappoint.  They played their classics, interacted with the crowd, kept the Peoria statements to a minimum and get this…. sounded great as they hit all their keys and notes.  Imagine that – after 22 years and still delivering on the cost of their tickets (Sebastian, taking any hints).  The additional side of this was that CC sounded great – energetic, lightning fingers and good crowd interaction.  This opinion could have been amplified a little bit based on how horrible the opening guitarist was, but like I mentioned, I’ve seen them twice before and CC sounded just as good then (ah, life after the 80’s drug scene isn’t all that bad is it). 

The most important things about last night was that my wife enjoyed watching Poison and when she is happy I am generally happy – plus we were kind of celebrating our anniversary so I am glad at least Poison didn’t dissapoint us.  My only complaint was we decided not to buy Linda a concert shirt.  I wanted to get her one as a small anniversary gift, but we both decided that 40 dollars was toooooo much to spend on a T-Shirt.  Much like gas, 4 is the watermark for second thoughts.  I was also appreciative he only mentioned his reality show once unlike last time where he milked it from beginning to end. 

…now time to go and figure out a way to get this ringing to stop.

Coffee 5 Cents, Ice Water Free but NO PARTYING

I had to laugh while taking in the sites at Wall Drug while on our South Dakota trip.  Actually, a more accurate depiction would be …. trying to keep myself entertained while internally struggling to determine why the hell I bothered to detour from my intended destination to go to Wall Drug in the first place.  Unfortunately, my wife convinced me to go and I somehow let my expectations get a little too high – when someone tells you that you can buy all the crap you didn’t know you needed, my expectations was a Super Wal-Mart filled with trinkets from the Wisconsin Dells.  Not the case… they had a few stores, had the obligatory Jackalopes for sale … and a 6 Foot one Linda forced me to get my picture on (NO I will not be posting it) and sure enough free ice water.   This managed to keep my interests for exactly 32 minutes  – eventually I found myself outside the women’s bathroom waiting for Linda (I know.. TMI, but I didn’t want you to think I was just hanging out there for no reason).  Apparently this was an employee communication area since it had a number of bulletins pinned to the wall – one of which caught my eye.  One particular sheet went into great detail how male employees can wear jeans, but women were forbidden from wearing jeans and must wear black slacks or a skirt.   I decided the owners might be religious since we have similar sects around here that have the same rules for their women.   What really made me laugh was a whole dissertation on how there would be no parties in the employee dorms and that individuals caught would be subject to significant discipline including dismissal … and the local police have been notified of this policy.  The only thought that came to mind was … Here you are in the less than happening Wall, South Dakota and you can’t even drink your sorrows away… I’m not on vacation.. I’m in HELL.

Hey Linda! any chance we can get back in the car and start heading to Custer State Park? -no… pretty please -no what if I buy you a cute little jackalope? -no or a “We Must Be on the Backside of Mt. Rushmore” shirt? -no or Black Hills gold jewelery? -no moccasins? -no polished rock? -no let you control the radio on the way there? -no   ……. ugh, I’ll just sit here and wait for the horns and pitchfork to show up

 Just say NO to {Wall} Drug{s}!