Safety Orange

I love summer.  Safety orange is hot.  I never mind being stuck in traffic during road construction if I get to see a gaggle of sweaty,  semi-shirtless road construction workers on the job.

Life is good. 

Barbie tastes like chicken

More fun from Stuff on My Cat.

Not your father’s reality TV

 This is just wrong.

Karaoke Heaven and Hell

 

More one hit wonder fun.  This one is from Reunion (1974).  As a professional karaoke singer, I want to master this before I die.

(for anyone interested, the title of the song is “Life Is a Rock (But the Radio Rolled Me)”.)

Keeping Up with the Jonos

Yes, the spelling is correct.  I’m referring specifically to QuakerJono over at Forgotten Beatitudes,  the soon to be owner of a new house with a pool.

Maybe it is a little bit of jealousy or it could be it’s freakin’ hot outside, but I broke down and bought a pool. Now, it isn’t a fancy cement pond type of pool like the good Quaker will have. This is one of those three feet deep, inflatable ring pools.

I have officially become white trash.  At least the pool matches my “Master Bait and Tackle (You cant beat our bait!)” koozie.

USA Falters on World Stage.

 Well, actually it was Miss USA who took a tumble at the 2007 Miss Universe contest in Mexico City. 

For your daily dose of schadenfreude:

Postcard Blogging

 

Dan at GayPatriot has his T-shirt blogging, but I seem to be more of a postcard blogger.   If it can’t fit on a postcard, I ain’t doing it (don’t hold me to this).

Wish you were here.

What happens in Peoria stays in Peoria

 

Unless I’m here to talk about it. 

Mother and I spent a nice day on the Peoria gambling boat (she still doesn’t think it’s a boat).   Unfortunately (fortunately), we got kicked off for being drunk after winning $1,200.  Woo hoo, we came out ahead!  

97 is the new 77

97 year old mobster gets house arrest

True story.  Albert (Chinky)Facchiano was sentenced to six months house arrest after being found guilty of racketeering and witness tampering. 

The nonagenarian said he was sorry, promised to give up his life of crime and swore on his mother’s life that:

“I’ll never get mixed up any more”

I believe you Chinky.

The Stroke

Just a thought.  Do women stroke their chins when thinking or is that just a man thing?  (and what ever happened to Billy Squier?)