Santa's Bells

"Santa was here!" shouts a cheery voice with sparkling eyes, making Christmas morning even more delightful.  Busy little hands sorting through wrapped presents, holiday music playing over the speakers, and blurry-eyed parents from staying up late to ensure someone was fast asleep before completing the final details of Santa's visit, gather around the Christmas tree.

Rattlesnake Antics

“Was that a snake?“  I asked while gazing out the passenger door window.  

“Maybe.  Or is it a car part, like a radiator hose?” replied Scott as he slowed to make a u-turn.  “Geez,” he began while easing up to the object lying in the graveled shoulder, “that’s a BIG rattlesnake!”

I hopped out.

Moustache Unplugged #23

hehehe....undetected, I take the opportunity to work on my letter.....

Dear Shameful Hunter,

Look at him!  Grace and beauty have been replaced by glazed, partially opened eyes.  Like a plush piece of red carpet, his thick tongue is unnaturally rolled out of the corner of his mouth with coagulated blood sloppily spattered throughout his heavy nape of neck guard hairs.

BearPaw

                                                         
Politics.  Simply seeing the word is nauseating.  Stir in fake politicians with silver tongues, special interest groups dumping in hoards of money and never-ending campaign advertisements and this guy wants to detach from the world. I'm giddy that the elections are over and I always vote--it's the gift for which our founding fathers fought and died.  I stay silent in the world of politics, but, like anything, if someone has something to say, I'll listen and make my own, private opinion.

I was approached to host a script written by someone who has something to say. BearPaw is bluntly outspoken and was moved by a recent Presidential decision to sit and write.  I remain quiet, but will host my first guest blogger.  And, I get to leave a parting shot.

World's Toughest Mudder 2012

Look at this crew! Here we are, mid-November, in Englishtown, New Jersey after paying an extravagant entry fee for the race, not to mention costs of airline tickets, lodging, rental cars and the like.  And for what? To compete in a 24 hour race that includes obstacles involving electrical shocks, swimming across icy lakes, getting shocked while in water, mud bogs, underground tunnels and the overnight temperatures will drop into the mid-20's.  What's wrong with us?  Are we crazy? I'm not sure, but we're at the World's Toughest Mudder 2012.

(Here's another lengthy entry where I suggest brewing some coffee, otherwise you may nod off while wading through the story. Last weekend was WTM 2014, hosted in Las Vegas, that was quite a race where the overall winner completed 95 miles. I was a fortunate participant 2 years ago meeting some great people along the way.)

Ghosts of the Forest

Spending time with my mistress, it’s good for the soul.  But, my “Spidey-sense” says I’m being watched…

MRI'd

"And over there's the restroom," repeated the technician for the third time as I prepared for the MRI by stripping down to basic clothing.

"Do I need to be worried that this machine is going to squeeze something out of me?" I had to ask since she had nearly ordered me to go potty like a child preparing for a car trip.