I think these will do just fine for showing off those wonderful legs that drive us men crazy.
Yummm!!!
Thursday, March 11, 2010
YUMMM!
Well ladies, it looks like it's going to be a great summer. For those that don't know, I'm a leg man.
I think these will do just fine for showing off those wonderful legs that drive us men crazy.
Yummm!!!
I think these will do just fine for showing off those wonderful legs that drive us men crazy.
Yummm!!!
Choices...
Hello all!
This morning I got the samples for my sign that will be on the new location. I go before the Davidson Design Review Board in late April to get approval for the sign that I choose. Being the diplomatic guy that I am, I thought I would put it to a vote.
Let me know What you think.
This morning I got the samples for my sign that will be on the new location. I go before the Davidson Design Review Board in late April to get approval for the sign that I choose. Being the diplomatic guy that I am, I thought I would put it to a vote.
Let me know What you think.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Even though it rained I was Merry Happy!
It's been a while since I listened to Kate Nash. It was a rainy morning and I was waiting for the bus at 0924 in the rain and cold weather this morning. I looked on my ipod for something good and stopped at Kate Nash. I'm Glad I did cause it definitely lifted my spirits. I had to walk from one bus stop to another and it wasn't so bad in the nasty, drizzling rain.
Anyway, take a listen and enjoy.
Ladies and Gentleman... The lovely Kate Nash!
Monday, February 22, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Oh My God! It's Smoking!!!
I got a lot of email from people telling me how hilarious the post about my father beating the feces out of me was. I guess it's funny now but back then it was nowhere near funny. Anyway, isn't it strange how revenge can present itself in the strangest way?
For instance, My father loves fruit and he would always go to Eastern Market in Detroit and buy cherries, apples, oranges, grapes, and peaches. Now my father was from Cincinatti and we were taking a trip to stay the summer. It was him, an Aunt who's name escapes me, my sister Melissa and myself. I don't think this car had AC because I remember it being a hot car ride in the Detroit humidity.
So anyway, here we are on the highway chomping away at the fruit. Now I love fruit too and I'm eating everything! Grapes, oranges, and peaches get no mercy when in my sight. They all fall victim to my methods of mastication.
I guess this was my first lesson in fermentation. After about an hour on the road I start to feel sick. Like deep in my intestines sick. My mouth got real dry, then wet. My palms are getting clammy. I turned to Melissa and said "I don't feel right".
I guess my father heard me because I see him scrambling for bag and my aunt is looking for one too. Melissa asks if I'm going to throw up? Before I could answer a huge gush of peaches and grapes come hurling out of my mouth!!!
Kinda like Lard Ass from the movie "Stand By Me".
For some reason I didn't keep the vomit in the back seat. I spewed some in the front seat, the headliner, the stick shift, it was EVERYWHERE! Not only that it was smoking. I guess it was the hot bubbly juices in my stomach plus the fermenting fruit.
It stunk and it got on everyone's clothes. My Father was so pissed. He pulled the car over and wanted to kick my ass but he was scared I would vomit again (and we all know how he feels about getting dirty)!
He had to clean the car at the rest stop and when we got back in the car he made me finish the ride with a paper bag at my mouth just in case. When we got to Ohio he made me go upstairs in my aunt's house and go straight to sleep.
Years later I talked to my mother about that trip and she told me that he called home that day from rest stop and was so pissed that he wanted to take me back to Detroit and leave me there. She convinced him that I needed to spend the summer in Ohio and he reluctantly agreed. For the rest of the summer I was not allowed to eat fruit in the car or anywhere near him. To this very day I won't eat fruit on a roadtrip. It scares the peaches out of me!!!
For instance, My father loves fruit and he would always go to Eastern Market in Detroit and buy cherries, apples, oranges, grapes, and peaches. Now my father was from Cincinatti and we were taking a trip to stay the summer. It was him, an Aunt who's name escapes me, my sister Melissa and myself. I don't think this car had AC because I remember it being a hot car ride in the Detroit humidity.
So anyway, here we are on the highway chomping away at the fruit. Now I love fruit too and I'm eating everything! Grapes, oranges, and peaches get no mercy when in my sight. They all fall victim to my methods of mastication.
I guess this was my first lesson in fermentation. After about an hour on the road I start to feel sick. Like deep in my intestines sick. My mouth got real dry, then wet. My palms are getting clammy. I turned to Melissa and said "I don't feel right".
I guess my father heard me because I see him scrambling for bag and my aunt is looking for one too. Melissa asks if I'm going to throw up? Before I could answer a huge gush of peaches and grapes come hurling out of my mouth!!!
Kinda like Lard Ass from the movie "Stand By Me".
For some reason I didn't keep the vomit in the back seat. I spewed some in the front seat, the headliner, the stick shift, it was EVERYWHERE! Not only that it was smoking. I guess it was the hot bubbly juices in my stomach plus the fermenting fruit.
It stunk and it got on everyone's clothes. My Father was so pissed. He pulled the car over and wanted to kick my ass but he was scared I would vomit again (and we all know how he feels about getting dirty)!
He had to clean the car at the rest stop and when we got back in the car he made me finish the ride with a paper bag at my mouth just in case. When we got to Ohio he made me go upstairs in my aunt's house and go straight to sleep.
Years later I talked to my mother about that trip and she told me that he called home that day from rest stop and was so pissed that he wanted to take me back to Detroit and leave me there. She convinced him that I needed to spend the summer in Ohio and he reluctantly agreed. For the rest of the summer I was not allowed to eat fruit in the car or anywhere near him. To this very day I won't eat fruit on a roadtrip. It scares the peaches out of me!!!
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
A few things I plan to wear this year
While going through my closet I came across a few Items I have yet to wear. I've had these suede wingtips and ties for at least 4 years. Esquire Magazine is having a "Best Dressed Real Man" contest in April and I'll see if I can swing one of these items into the mix.
Davidson Elementary Father/Daughter dance.
Last Friday (Feb 5th) I took Zoee to the Father /Daughter dance. We missed last years dance since we went to New York and I got my car towed...
Anyway, we made it this year. Aside from the rain it was a pretty good night. Even though after 4 songs she ditched me. Zoee saw some of her friends and it was over. I spent the rest of the night drinking punch and chatting with a her 1st grade teacher's husband. He was ditched too!
Check out the pics below.
Anyway, we made it this year. Aside from the rain it was a pretty good night. Even though after 4 songs she ditched me. Zoee saw some of her friends and it was over. I spent the rest of the night drinking punch and chatting with a her 1st grade teacher's husband. He was ditched too!
Check out the pics below.
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