Man, this bloggin’ stuff can really go to your head, can’t it? I was out at the Mall this weekend and I heard ….. “Hey Look! There’s Don Smith!” and all these people turned around and stared at me … I am never, ever going to yell that out again, that was embarrassing.
Kanab, Utah has come to their senses and are now going to allow Bikini’s at the Local Watering Hole and that is great. Speedo’s are not however allowed (No banana slings in Mormon Country sorry) and you can read all about it here: Bikini ban
Some of the finest people in the world live on my street; I have some of the best neighbor’s anyone could ask for. Most of them are just great, one is a crotchety old **** but we won’t dwell on that (I just absolutely hate talking about myself). We often have in the cool of the evening, tail-gate get togethers in the front yard, sit on the end-gate of an old truck and shoot the bull.
The other day on Father’s Day, I asked my friend and neighbor, “Why was it you and your wife, waited so long to have kids?”
He said … “One of the reasons I waited so long is because, when you go to Catholic high school, they pound into your head not to get anybody pregnant. Otherwise you’ll be stuck with them the rest of your life, and it’s against God’s will, and all that. So when I finally got my wife pregnant, I was almost embarrassed and ashamed, you know. I had to tell my parents, I’m sorry, but I got somebody pregnant.”
Which is, if you are in your right mind, absolutely ridiculous. Today I found this: Cheap Mexican Gasoline, you make the call.
Lot of folks talking about moving downtown, escalating gas prices are driving people to move closer to work, all of a sudden, living close to the boss is a viable uncomfortable option. Personally, I wouldn’t trade the clear stars for downtown street lights for anything. I don’t care what the price of fuel is.
We’ve got piece of mind. We’ve got safety out in my neck of the woods. And you’ve purchased a property on the outskirts of town in the country; you have got the wonderful smell of that dairy air.
Middle of the Week …. Hammer Down … The Weekend is on the Horizon.