Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Crazy hindu dude from my childhood has re-emerged

When I was about in Jr. High my older brother and I began to notice a bright red mustang with chrome trim and leopard print chairs. Also accoutrement with a giant monogram ed galloping horse (the ever present literary sexual symbolism is not lost on me)and large fuzzy dice hanging like described in Cake's the Race car ya ya's. Driving this magnificent motorized stead was a foreign fellow with a killer mullet and shades. Joey and I thought the man looked Indian. And lovingly referred to this harbinger of happenin car accessories as "crazy Hindu dude." (yes I realize that not all people from India are Hindu but perhaps my middle school self did not).

You may now, my dear reader, be wondering why I am telling you this tale of the crazy hindu dude. Because the crazy hindu dude has resurfaced almost a decade later! He goes to my gym. I have been working out on a fairly regular basis and have been pleased to re discover this guy. His car is still in pristine form and has added a Philipino flag. So he appears not to be Indian or hindu but Philipino. I am not aware of what particular religion dominates in the Philippines so I won't presumed to call him crazy budhist dude or crazy christian dude or anything. I am pleased to report that he is still sporting the killer mullet and is fond of basketball. As I was exiting the gym I saw him spinning a basketball on his finger and looked directly at me as if to say, "yeah, I'm crazy hindu dude from your past. and I haven't changed a bit. I'm keeping real. Spinning basketball's on my fingers and rockin the mullet. I'm a high fivin, mustang drivin, mullet man. In yo face, Mike!"

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Thursday, June 25, 2009

(Sigh)

my wife read my post and couldn't get past all of my grammatical and spelling mistakes... this makes me sad. Plus I feel useless at work right now and when I post links the html stopped working.....AARHG.

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Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Guys in biker clothes

I had a very eventfull trip on my way back from Oklahoma.

First: I caught the flu. That isn't very much fun and is even more not very much fun when you are not home and sleeping on an air mattress in your in laws front office. I blame my wife. She wanted to stay at her parents for a day longer, but because of work stuff we had planned on leaving early friday. However, friday came and I woke up to an unpleasant surprize. (I won't gross you out with the details.) I say I blame my wife because she later admitted to praying late Thursday night that she somehow be able to stay home more day. Yes, thats right, Liz smote me with the flu. Still being determined I still actually packed the bags into the car, however that single act made me so tired I almost face planted on the pavement. I figured maybe its time to sit for a second. Then it was time to run to the bathroom again. Then it was time to admit I was not going to be able to ride in a car for any amount of time that day.

Second: The next day I was actually feeling almost 100% better. (this is further evidence of the smoting). No fever, no... other symtoms of the flu. So we left around 10:30. We stopped in Edmond, a variable clavacade of chain shopping centers and starbuxii (plural form of starbuck's). In the particular establishment we stopped at there was a rather rambunctious group of 40 to 50 year old bikers and their ladies. I am not talking about the leather wearing kind of bikers I am talking about the spandex wearing, lance armstrong admirering bycicling enthuesiest who aparently have little shame. What made me laugh about them is how obviously, proud they were about their biking outfits. It was a specticle. There was one guy with them who wasnt wearing the spandex. He was obviously the uncool one of the group who desprately wanted to be as cool as his buddies who had matching red suits. The thing that cracked me up most is the two matching guys as they were leaving fist bumped eachother and said "good ride" and then they all got in SUV's and left. I guess the biking wasn't for the environment as much as for the purpose of wearing spandex in public. I also wondered if they went and got there wives why couldnt they have changed was that they did not so disturbingly display they 50 year old douchy butts. Oh well. I obviously spent the whole time staring at them. And immediately fist bumped my wife and told her good ride.

Third: I blew a tire about 70 miles south of Topeka. It pretty much exploded the wheel well and plastic was everywhere. luckilly I didnt have any problem pulling over despite the sudden feeling I was about to die. We had to wait about an hour for the tow truck but it was actually not to bad. It was a nice day and we were in a hilly region of KS. So other than the bug bites not a terrible occurance, other than the expense.

That is all

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Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Cities and school districts in colorado

There are a number of cities and school districts
They spit an roll and sprawl around mountains bottoms
I do not know where I am going with this thought

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Goin to OKC

So far this summer has been remarkably uneventful. Liz works and I sit at home reading and going to the gym. But that is all about to change. For a week... On friday we are going to OKC to hang out with Mike Harris and his bride to be Dacia. Should be alot of fun.

In the mean time I am house sitting for my parents who are in florida. (Yes I have reached the age where my parents go on vacation without me. Its pretty sad. Whats even more sad is that my little brother reached that age at the same time I did. In observing my family and other I believe that younger siblings end up haveing very different experiences growing up. They become an afterthought which in some cases alows them to get away with more and in other leaves them out of alot of stuff. I think this tends to make younger siblings more creative and often pretty funny). So I have to feed my cat. Which is pretty old and nasty these days. It has arthritis and cannot clean itself which makes its hair pretty nasty. And their is nothing quite as pathetic as a nasty oily sticky cat. Its sole function is to provide something soft and cuddely to love and that function is now lost on my parents one eyed beast. Its also a very nurotic cat. It only drinks from bathtub fawcets. which is very wierd. Oh well. This has been a rather boring post. I am gonna try and recall some amusing stories that have happened to me since my last blog and post those.

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