Random Rambling

Looking Back

2009-01-08T18:51:00.002-05:00

As I was sitting at work today, breaking up the monotony of the day through talking with some friends from high school, we were talking about how those days were. Missy and I were talking and both of us felt compelled to blog about those days.

Now, I want to put this in perspective for all of the people that are reading this. I graduated high school in 1991, Now, I know some of you are going to say how I was in high school in the last century, there are even some people that will ask if I rode my dinosaur to school. Well, hardy har har, all of you people. Bring it on, as you will see in the below items, I can take it. And you will soon see why.

Where do I start?
Wow, what a good question. Let's see, I can start with the car I drove, the sports I played, the classes I took, the girls I dated or maybe even how I spent my weekend nights.

"Wow, Don, what a great start for your blog!"

But no, I choose to start with the thing that I felt was the curse I was meant to bear all of my days. It was simple, I was Don DICKHAUS. Now, I have come across people in my adult life that will comment that it can be that bad. Are you serious people? Can you really claim it is not that bad. We all know high school is harsh, kids are mean. Imagine that when your last name not only is a male body part, but implies it is the home of a male body part. My last name was another name for a penis domicile.

You laughed just there didn't you? Yeah, I know. I could not order a pizza, the first day of class was always riddled with giggling. When people mispronounce your name to make sure they don't feel uncomfortable, it's a bad one. In the modern day, when you have to call your employer's help desk and ask them to let your name come through the porn filter, it's a horrible last name. And that last name set the stage for the rest of high school.

My Friday Nights
Ahh, they were wild, I am telling you. I mean, standing, along your car at the McDonald's parking 'hanging out', fabulous. You might ask, well, what did you do standing at your car in the parking lot? And it's simple. You stood by your car in the parking lot. And that took a lot of work. I mean, we did it for hours. We apparently were horrible at it, we kept doing it. I wonder if we ever got it right? If you do, what next? Pizza Hut's parking lot? Yeah - did that too. Hey, I was international back then. Started American, ended up Italian. If I would have been in high school another year. might have made it to Taco Bell....

My car
I remember my first car well. a 1984 Dodge Charger. Do you know how we worked to improve the value of our cars? We doubled the value by putting a stereo in them that would get louder than anyone else's. Nothing like driving down the street in a glorified station wagon with the bass pumping to Vanilla Ice. That's right all, he was big when I was in school. It was either pop or big hair bands. And we listened to them on cassettes. What you ask? Wikipedia it, will you!

My car had no air, no power windows, can you even buy a car without air today? Do the 20 somethings even know how to manually roll down a window?

Sports
I was not a football player, did not play baseball. I wrestled. Not the WWE kind of wrestling that you see on TV. That would have been awesome. Wait, with my last name, there is not telling what my stage name would have been. See, what I did, I starved myself all well to make weight. Once I made it, I ate like I was never going to see food again, dressed into a tight outfit, got on a mat, and rolled on the floor with another bloated guy.

That lasted one year....

Technology
What? Technology for us was a walkman. There were no cell phones. Internet? Inter-what? I went to the library. Ohh, yeah, that's like a bookstore where you get to borrow the books. When I had a paper due, I had to type it. On a typewriter. There is not a delete key on a typewriter you know. What am I talking about, of course you don't.

Music, yeah we could buy a song at a time. It was called a 45, later to be replaced with a cass-single. I still remember the first one I bought. Was all of 12 years old, Olivia Newton John's "Physical"

I still remember the first time I listened to it. Wait, no I don't... My mom took it away from me. Apparently it was too suggestive. I won't even bring up the song my 8 year old sings. I kissed a girl....

Recap
But you know, I look back on it all and I loved every minute of it. OK, maybe not every minute. That time where I stood up to a senior as a freshman when they called me a name was not the highlight of my childhood, but at the same time it gave me one thing.

The ability to laugh and make fun of myself.

It is the best gift I received. I learned then, you can either be pissed off or give up and have some fun. I mean, look at me now. Good job, good family, all of the stuff I could ask for and more. Yet I am still named after a Penis Domicile, hell, I still listen to the shit music we have in the late 80's, early 90's.

OK, enough for now. So, Missy, how about that cup of coffee at the Waffle House??

Pumpkin Carving

2008-10-31T15:08:00.003-04:00

So, I am a dad, those you that know me, you know that. And those that don't know me, you know it now.

Well, I wanted a special thing that I could do with my kids that they will always remember. And I found it. I carve pumpkins with them. I have done it for years and I have tried to match the pumpkin with something like what my kids were wearing that year. So, I have done Darth Vader, a ninja turtle, Tinkerbell, among others.

Well, my kids are older now (8 and 6) and you are all lucky I am typing this.

You see, we sat down last night at the kitchen counter and we talked about what pumpkins to carve. And would you know, we had to do three pumpkins. The kids could not agree on one. I know, you are saying, "Don, you said you only have two kids, why three pumpkins?" Well, I wanted one too you know!

So, we finally narrowed down the list to three. Out come the knives, the paper, you name it. Well, the inside of a pumpkin is gross. Did you know that? It's like putting your hands in a big booger filled nose. That's among many of the things I heard as I gutted three pumpkins.

Then I started on the first one.... The three of us working hard on it, listening to music, having fun, laughing... wait, where did the kids go?? As I look over, I see them both sitting on a step in my kitchen the upstairs with their Gameboys in hand.

So, what happens next, I carve three pumpkins with those pumpkin carving tools you buy at the store. You know the orange ones I am talking about. Yeah, I think they are made by Keebler. You know why I know that. Because only freakin' elves have hands that damn small. I looked like I was trying to fit my hand in the top of a 2 liter for three hours.

And did I mention those blades are sharp? I almost took off a freaking finger! And pumpkin guts are acid when they hit an open wound. I screamed in pain. Then I go to get a bandaid, so I don't get E-coli from the manure they grew the pumpkins in. Well, I got to pick between Dora and Blues clues, the two brands my kids stopped wearing years ago.

I walk into work on halloween morning, with my Dora the Explorer bandaged hands, typing with a flippin' pencil in my mouth because I still can't open my hands. But my kids have pumpkins that will rot and have slugs covering them by Sunday!

And here is the end result!

Halloween Costume Requirements

2008-10-21T17:20:00.004-04:00

OK, I might be showing my age here, but I need to rant. So, here I go.

I am petitioning that there be groundrules for Trick or Treating. That's right, I want to protect the holiday for my children. I was able to witness trick or treating pre-Halloween this weekend and I was floored. Some of the things I saw. So, I decided to come up with rules. That's right rules.

1. If your costume is a lumberjack and you accomplished the look by simply not shaving that morning, you are too old to trick or treat.

2. If you are a female and you have a more mature shape than the last girl I went out with, although I appreciate it (provided you are the legal age), you are too old to trick or treat.

3. If you feel the need to request a certain type of candy, DON'T. You will get what I give you. Trust my judgement kids. I am not going to screw you like I was screwed when I was a kid. Which means no pennies, no almond joys or mounds. I am not that old. I love a good candy bar as much as you do.

4. If you fail to put on a costume, keep walking. I am not going to entertain the fact that you are dressed as a student or something else. If you don't put the effort in, neither will I. I mean, this is a two way street here.

5. Don't pull the switcheroo on the masks. You can not simply switch masks with your buddies and hit houses over and over. Does not work that way. One to a customer please. I mean, when you are at Sam's on free food day, do you circle the chicken tender lady over and over? No, don't do it to me. Note: If you do circle her, we need to talk!

6. Be polite. You don't say thank you, be prepared for me to reach my hand back into your bag and grab my candy out. It's that simple.

On a related note: If you are a vandal and if by reading any of the rules above you feel the need to egg my house or destroy things, feel free to ignore the rules. I don't want to spend three hours cleaning up pumpkin guts in my yard for a 25 cent kit kat.

TUCK OUT!!

Franken-Puppy

2008-10-20T16:12:00.002-04:00

OK, all, I know, I know, it's been a while since I have written in this and for that I am truly sorry. OK, maybe not truly, I will say mostly. definately kinda....

So, as you know from reading my past posts, I talk about various things in life and try to put some humor in them. Some of which involve my kids, others involve my observations on life, and then there is Ginger.... Ginger is a sweet and lovable pain in the ....

Well, Ginger will be celebrating her 2nd birthday next month. What am I going to get her you ask, well my first is simple: Nothing, she is a flippin' dog, she does not know what a birthday is.... And the second is, well, I already got it, and it is the morale of the story and reason for the title to this post.

Not long ago, I noticed my sweet, little puppy (yes, I am talking about Ginger) limping and not using the one back leg. Well, I had an appointment for the vet shortly after that and I asked about it. Turns out she had a condition which is a hundred letters long, that I can not say without spitting all over myself, which translates into "BAD KNEE" So, I asked what I do. They said, "Fix it", I did as every pet owner would do, I asked, "How Much?"

Well, here is my first tip for you, don't ask that, you might get an answer you don't like. So, after they told me the answer, and picked me up off of the floor, I learned it was $1,800.

Then I started thinking. In my day, if my folks would have gotten that news, my dad and the dog would have went for a walk. And wouldn't you know it, the dog would get away. And my dad would be telling us all of this as he cleaned his gun at the kitchen table. Yeah, amazing how clueless we are when we 'trust' our parents.

Well, after hours of soul searching I decided to bite the bullet and spend the money. Well, I took her up there, dropped her off and even had to sign a DNR.

Then I decide that I am going to take both of my kids up there to pick her up. Well, we are in the waiting room and this girl, comes walking in. And you know, to this day, I am not sure if it was a girl or a pin cushion. The girl was pierced everywhere. Blue hair, posts and rods coming out. I needed a tetnis shot, just to shake her hand. She totally had my kids staring and pointing.

Well, she then says she is going to get the dog. In walks the dog. Her back leg is completely shaved off and there is a 6 inch incision down her leg. I look at my kids, they look back at me and then it starts. Screams of fear. So the dog is scared, the vet tech is scared, I am scared. we all just sit there for a few minutes and scream.

Finally, I get everyone calmed down, we get in the car to go home and as I driving home, the screaming starts again. At this point, my head is about to explode. I am going down I-71, with a dog that looks like it was in a knife fight, my daughter screaming and my son laughing about the vet tech and how she looks like she fell in a hardware store.

I get home, cater to this dog, and then try to put people to bed. Then I come back down and cater to the dog.

Now, people will read this and think one of two things.

1. If you are not an animal lover, you will simply think.... Idiot.
2. If you are an animal lover, you will simply think..... Idiot, but I would have done it too.

Ginger is fine, running on it like nothing happened.

Snow in Cincinnati

2008-03-10T09:45:00.002-04:00

Well, I survived. Survived what you ask, well the great blizzard of 2008. It was pretty touchy there for a while. I was worried I would not make it. I did not stop at Wal Mart the night before to stock up on water, canned meats and beef jerky....

Then I watched the news, the agony, the horror of the snow, all of that. The news painted the picture of the end of the world. It is true, we were all going to die. So, I thought to myself, "Do I really want to die hearing how I am going to die?" So I turned off the news.

Then I went to the back door and looked outside. I saw my back yard covered with snow, my kids back there with my dog, playing, having a great time, enjoying the snow. Then I realized something. DID THEY NOT KNOW WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE? OK, so maybe I am being a little dramatic, but come on people..... It is snow, that's it!

So, I have one other story to share with everyone (which means the one, maybe two people who actually read this)

Ben and his snowballs:
I woke up early Saturday morning to a snow covered world. I looked outside, saw the snow covered streets and thought to myself: "Where in the hell is my driveway?"

So, I started digging it out. I got dressed, got Ben dressed, which is about the equivalent of gettting a squid in snow clothes. And remember, this kid is 5! But we were out there, I was shoveling, and about every 5 minutes, he would throw a snowball at me. It was so much fun... for him!

Well, this went on and on and then he found the pieces of ice on the bottom of the driveway. And he threw some of them. I would ask him very politely... hey, it's my story, so I am saying it was polite, to stop. Well, he did not...

About this time, my neighbor came over with his snowblower. He is one of those guys that has issues and needs to address them by buying large pieces of equipment. Well, I was ok with it this time. I admit, I used him. I used him for his snowblower. So, I started using it, and man it was really strong. About this same time, I got whacked in the back with another block of ice... So, I could only think of one thing.

Yeah, you saw it coming. I turned the snowblower on him. I covered the boy with about 6 inches of snow.... Should I have done it? Probably not. But he and I were both laughing hysterically....

And then I realized something. I should have never done it. For the next half hour I heard the same thing, "Dad, hit me again...."

TUCK OUT!

It's a game people, seriously

2007-09-11T07:59:00.000-04:00

So, last night, I was lucky enough to go to the season opener of the Bengal's game. It was a good time, I was dressed in my Carson Palmer Jersey and the weather was as good as it could be for a game in the early part of September.

It was loud, especially at the end, I had beer spilled on me (a whole one almost), but fear not, it was a Bud Light, so no good beer was harmed. I also had the chance to go to the Pro Shop and look around and think of all of the things that I want Santa to bring me this Christmas. Will not get any of them of course, but I have been extra good this year. **If you know different, just play along, will ya??**

Well, I talked about all of the above and did not 'complain' about any of it. So, I have to be honest, there was one thing that I could not help but notice, one fan in particular. So let me set the stage for you some first.

I have season tickets that I share with family. I get to go to about every other game, and always have a great time. When you have season tickets, there are people that you get to know. I have the guy right in front of me that is hardcore serious. He comes by himself, has his headphones on and listens intently while watching the game. Then there are the four guys right next to him. They are there for the party, plain and simple.

We then have the young girl in front of them, she is there for the attention. She dressed the part, talks the talk, you name it. I mean, last night alone, who seriously wears a skirt to a football game? (And if you are reading this sweetie, you pulled it off quite well, so keep up the good work)

You get to know these people, you may not know their name, but it is like going to a family reuinion. You all know what I mean, you know the faces, and you know it is Aunt Something or Another, Uncle You Know. You talk, you catch up and you are not worried about the details of names and such.

Well, all of this brings me to the purpose of this post. Turns out last night we got a new member to our season pass family. WOW! This guy is intense. I have never seen someone get so into a football game before.

Let me give you a scenario: The Bengals were driving the ball in the 2nd half, were within 10 yards of a touchdown. They were lined up and it looked like they were going to run the ball. And the elf (he kinda looks like one) starts screaming for them to pass it. Well they did not and he goes nuts. When Rudi made the touchdown, I thought, "Well, at least they made it." Well, that did not stop him. He went crazy still. Then when they lined up for the extra point the scenario repeated. So, I felt the need to say something....

I made the comment that they made it, lighten up. Well, he unleashed his magical elf powers on me to shut me up. It was then that my 'family' came to my aid. We all talked to him about lightening up some, since there were some kids around and his choice of words were pretty strong. He did not like what we had to say.... He left. We were happy, we were sad. OK, we were mostly happy.

So, the purpose of my post. It's a game people. I know it can be fun to scream, cheer, yell. But when you are in that stadium, I dont care what seat you have, they can not hear you on that field. So calling Marvin an idiot is not going to impact him. I am positive that Carson Palmer is not on the field lining up a rushing play, hears a fan scream "Pass it" and go, "Duh, why didn't I think of that?"

Have fun, have a beer, and enjoy the game. No point in having a stroke out of frustration....

Tuck out!

A 7 Year Old's Independence

2007-08-23T12:49:00.000-04:00

You know, for those of you that have kids, we want to make sure that we raise our kids to be independent. To think for themselves, take responsibility for their actions. Well, what can I say other than the fact that we are so stupid sometimes.....

You know, not too long ago, my 7 year old mastered the telephone. She would answer it when my mom (her Ga-Ga) called. She would tell me what her phone number was. It was all so cute. And then it happened.....

I would be doing something around the house and the phone would ring. And I noticed that it stopped after a ring. Did not think a lot of it, but later found out that she answered it. Cute you say, well, tell that to the telemarketer that called to sell us a water softener. Good news for him, bad news for me. He sold 12 of them to my house that day. Guess her mom showed her how to memorize credit card information as well... Yeah, you laugh now. Wait til you open your Christmas present.

But I found out how this independence came back to bite me a few days ago.

A few months ago, I got a call from here while I was at work. It was so cute. She called me on her own to tell me how much she missed me. I know, I know, isn't that adorable? I told everyone at work how she did it and they all thought it was cute.

But that was a couple of months ago, remember? Well, Monday she called me to tell me about something her friends did. I will spare you the details but it involved her friend, her friend's sister, a frog, a key turtle and a house. As you read this, you probably thought the same thing that I did when I heard it... HUH? Well, ten minutes later, I figured it all out. Made me not appreciate it anymore.

Then another thing clicked with me. She was whispering. I then asked why, followed up with, "Where is Mommy?" And I got the reply back, "Dad, don't tell her we talked about this." Well, then mom got on the phone. Turns out the whole frog thing was a touch subject....

So, raise your kids to be independent, but let me give you one extra criteria to add to their independence. When they feel the need to express their independence. Give her the phone number of someone else! Let them deal with. If I am making her independent, why involve me in the first place??

Tuck OUT!

I survived...

2007-07-24T07:34:00.000-04:00

Yes, that is right, I survived. What did I survive you might ask? Well, I made it the entire weekend without cable tv, cell phones, the internet and all other forms of modern communication. What natural disaster occurred that put me in this awkward place you ask? Well, let me tell you.

I went camping!!

Yes, that is right, I did it on purpose. Am I into punishing myself you ask? Am I going to consider becoming a monk and shunning the modern world and I did this as a test run? Well, I did not do it for any of the above reasons. I did it to relax. I know, I know, how can one relax when disconnected from the world like that? And I will tell you it was not easy.

Take Saturday for instance. We had a great day on the lake, enjoying the nice weather. We were kicking back, relaxing, having a few adult beverages and then it occurred to me. I have no idea what Paris Hilton is doing right now. Is Victoria Beckham finally in America? Has Britney allowed her hair to grow in completely and what color is it coming in? I closed my eyes, scared to think about what might happen to me since I did not know any of this. Then I opened them, and I opened them slowly of course.

And to my surprise, the sun was still shining, the birds were still flying and people were actually enjoying themselves. How can this be, what secret source of information were they using to find all of the answers to the questions I posed. I thought about it and I thought about it for a very long time, maybe all of three seconds. Then it dawned on me. Honestly, who cares....

I got to see my daughter do some of the silliest dives she could think of off of the boat. I sat there and watched my son try to talk anyone he could find into riding his bike with him. I watched him as just a week ago I had to help him start on a bike ride and he jumped right on that bike and away he went. I caught up with friends. I sat down and made dinner. And it was done not using a microwave.

So, my advice to all of you, try it too. See if you can handle it. It may be tough at first, but it will be more than worth it.

Till next time,
Tuck out!

Don't Tell Me I Can't

2007-07-05T08:02:00.000-04:00

As you can tell from my previous posts, I am not one to mention things to serious in here. Well, let me re-phrase that.

I talk about serious things, I just put a very light hearted approach to it. So hopefully as people read these things, they get a little smile and there is a small message in there that eats away at them and they see it eventually. Well, today is a little different.

For those of you that may not know me, I have recently started to get into more of an active lifestyle. I used to be the typical couch potato. Sitting on a Friday night, watching a movie, basically eating everything I could find. Well, that all changed after a picture was taken and gave me the motivation that I needed.

The old me did not have the most positive people in my life and when I said I was going to do trim down, run a 5K, etc. Was told that it could not be done. And for a while I listened to it. Then I decided not to listen anymore.

Now, I am not going to say that it has been easy. There are people out there that hate to see you succeed at things like this. They try to sabatoge your success. Simple things, have another piece of cake, would you like a big bowl of ice cream. Have another drink with us tonight. Some know what they are doing and some people do not. And the worst, people who know what they are doing. Those are the people that want you to be worse than them, so it makes them look better.

OK, you are probably wondering, where is this guy getting at.....

So, I have trimmed down. I went from a size 42 pants to a 34/36 depending on the lunch I eat that day. I ran my first 5k last September. I trained for the flying pig, but a bad ankle sprain ended that for me. And it was that point where I found my next thing. A 150 mile bike ride.

This is a ride where you ride 75 miles on one day and then return the next. Hence 75 plus 75 equals 150. It is probably not going to be easy, I don't know what to expect, but I am going to do it, and I am going to finish. Will not be the first to finish, and I know I will not be the last.

And when I finish, I get a simply little medal. But I also get the chance to look at those people that said I could not and simply give them a grin knowing they were wrong. So, stay tuned to the old blog to see how I did. Tell you about how my back side is killing me, you name it.

And remember, the only person that can tell you that you can't do something..... you.

Don out!

Ginger. Love her or Kill her?

2007-07-03T12:58:00.000-04:00

For those of you out there that do not know me, I have a dog by the name of Ginger. She is a beagle mix that is going on 8 months old. Now, I will have to say that I adore this dog, while at the same time, I want to kill this dog most days.

I got Ginger for my kids around Christmas last year. We had a dog already, but Huggs was getting up in years and I thought a new dog would be a good idea for multiple reasons.

1. She will make the transition easier for the kids if something happens to Huggs
2. Huggs could help train the dog
3. Could give the kids something to allow them to understand the value of chores and
4. I am a typical male - I wanted a bigger dog.

Well, I got all of that and more. Before long it was clear, the kids did not get a dog, I got a dog. If I go somewhere in the house, Ginger goes with me. And she can surely keep the house interesting.

For everyone in my house, kids and animals included, they all have a special nickname their daddy gave them. Ginger's is simply "PIMA". For those of you that don't know what PIMA means, it is quite simple, 'Pain in my ass' and that she is. When I walk in the door, I yell PIMA and you better get out of the way. So, I wanted to share with you two funny things regarding Ginger. One she did, and one I did back to her.

Ginger's new Fence reinforcements
Ginger has a knack for breaking out of the fenced in back yard. Well, I decided to outsmart her (which is still debatable) and put reinforcements on the fence so she could not get out of them. I went to the hardware store, got the wood, stood there for a while analyzing the situation and then decided to get to work.

I was working diligently and at one point I was bent over nailing a board to one of the fence posts when all of a sudden I discovered that I was on the ground. Turns out someone knocked me over. As I got up, I looked to see Ginger crouched down and the minute we locked eyes, she barked at me. And although it was a bark, it really sounded like a laugh to me. I took off after her and she bolted the other way.

Well, to be honest, it was just what I needed. I was a little tense from stuff earlier in the day and after the initial few seconds, I realized what she did and started laughing. When I finally caught her, we both took a long needed break and decided to wrestle around a little bit. Now for how I paid her back

Ginger and the Laser Pointer
My son has a toy gun that has a laser pointer built into it. And like other animals, it drives Ginger nuts. Ben and I were playing with her and we got it out. We had her chasing it for a few minutes, you know, shutting it off at just the right time and such.

Well it was then that I decided to have it do large circles. It was then that Ginger started to follow it and simply started spinning in circles. The faster I moved that red dot, the faster she would chase it. Well, I kept this up for about a minute, when all of a sudden she stopped and simply fell over. She made herself so dizzy that she could not stand anymore. I have not laughed that hard in a long time. It also helped that Ben laughed so hard he was crying as well.

She was a little upset with me for a few minutes after that, but as Ginger and I always do, we made up. We sat downstairs later in the night and I brushed her while she layed next to me and we watched some tv and just took it easy.

Cell Phone Etiquette

2007-06-21T07:15:00.000-04:00

OK, I am not normally one to tell people how they should do things, but I do have a few things that I have to say bother me.

Now, I admit that I might be labeled a little old school, but there is one thing that bothers me when it comes to this new technological era that we live in.

Cell Phones in the Bathroom

That's right, I am one of the people in the world that feel that cell phones should not be used in the bathroom. Let me paint a picture for you. I was in the bathroom the other day at work and as I was doing what you are supposed to be doing in there, I heard someone's cell phone ring from one of the stalls. Now, you know it is bad when I thought to myself, "Please don't answer that phone!"

Well, I was not so lucky, he answered it. And then goes on to have a full conversation with the person on the other line. I mean, honestly people, do you really want to be on the phone with someone and hear toilets flushing, people washing their hands, you name it. Because, let me clue all of you in on something, WE CAN HEAR IT ON THE OTHER END. And when we do, it creates a sense of awkwardness for all of us.

Now, everyone likes to think that their job in important and that if they miss that call, bad things are going to happen. But let me tell you this. You are not that important that you can not take time to do what everyone does and do it in private. And if you are, you are really underpaid.

OK, time for me to get off of my soapbox for the day.

Everyone have a great day, and remember, don't answer it!

Let's Get it Started.....

2007-06-14T08:13:00.000-04:00

To quote the literary geniuses the Black Eyed Peas, Let's Get It Started...

I have to admit to everyone that I am new to this blog thing. I have no idea what I should post to this, what is an acceptable post, etc. I have seen things on blogs from people's political views to the what they had for dinner the night before.

I can ensure you, I am not up to date enough in politics to form an opinion that everyone else will battle me over and my dinners, yeah, well they are not that exciting by any means.

Instead, I am lucky/unlucky enough to simple have these random thoughts pop into my head from time to time and I am going to use this as an opportunity to explore those and share with all of you. Just to give you an example of these, why is it that Donald Duck never wears pants? I mean seriously? What does that say about Mickey? Yet, when Donald comes out of the shower, he puts on a towel.... And is that really an issue for a duck? Their feathers naturally repel water!So he should come out of the shower and be completely dry.

Wow, I got a lot deeper on that one than I expected......