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Coming Back Soon

Between running a business and running for President of the United States, I have not have much time for this blog.  This will end soon, starting in less than two weeks when I start making my weekly football predictions.  (Last Season-to-date: 122-123-9 (.498) Best Bets: 24-19-1 (.557) Playoffs – 7-4 (.636) )

Until I return to this blog, you can follow my campaigning antics at the link above and see how a “penniless campaign” is ran.


Sharing My World Week 19

  1. Do you believe in ghosts?
  2. What is your best recipe?
  3. What is your most favorite smell/scent?
  4. What subject was your favorite in all of your schooling? Why?

1)I do believe in ghosts.  I didn’t always, but I was shopping in a store one evening when things were flying off the shelves.  It was liking being in an episode of “Bewitched” without Samantha or Endora.  There wasn’t anybody on the other side of either shelf.
2)My favorite recipe was Grandma Oudda’s Strawberry Stroganoff.  Once you try it, you’ll understand.
3)My favorite smell is the smell of Sunday Breakfast (The aroma of fresh brewing coffee, the ryeness of the rye bread as it was being toasted, the fragrance of sizzling bacon, scrambled eggs (though I can’t really smell them), and my first fart of the day.
4)My favorite subject in school was English on “Creative Writing” days.  I liked writing stories about people who had no business being together in situations like being stuck in an elevator together.
I started with week 18 last week.  I will over the course of time get to the 17 weeks that I missed.

Sharing my World – Week 18

I got this idea from this website while surfing the web.  I found it at week 18.  Over time, I may add past and future “Sharing my World” posts.  A lot will depend on time as I am having a hard enough time finding time for my presidential campaign blog.

Here are the four Share Your World questions for this week.    I hope you have some fun playing along.

  1. Do you play video/computer game?  Which one(s) or most recent?
  2. When writing by hand do you prefer to use a pencil or pen?
  3. What has surprised me about blogging?
  4. If you had a shelf for your three most special possessions (not including people or animals), what would you put on it?

See my answers below.

  1. I play a few games on Facebook.  I used to play video games when I had a Sega Genesis.  “ToeJam and Earl” was my favorite game.  I got many of my dancing moves from Earl.
  2. I use an Eraser-Mate pen when writing by hand.  My writing smudges too much with a pencil, but I make too many mistakes to use a regular pen.
  3. The thing that has surprised me the most about blogging is that sometimes what brings people to my blog is surprising.  I once wrote about a blog about Nancy Pelosi and Global Warming.  Three people came to my site and that entry looking for “Hot Nancy Pelosi Pics”.
  4. My three most prized possession are a Clint Didier autographed football, a ceramic ashtray I made in Shop class, and a photoshopped picture of me with Vanna White.

Messing with the Clocks

Daylight Saving Time begins on Sunday in most of the United States and Canada.  One doesn’t realize how many devices have clocks on them until one has to change the time on all of them.  Fortunately, the time on my TV, computer, GPS, and phone change automatically.  I have a bunch of other devices that I have to change manually.

My watch – Fortunately, I got a new watch for Christmas and all I have to do to change the time is to hit the “DST” button and it goes to or from Daylight Saving Time.

My coffee pot – I have a bad habit of not changing the time until I use the timer feature.  I’ll want the coffee brewed at 7:00 and it will brew at 6:00 because I didn’t change the clock.

My alarm clock – for good measure, I usually change it the Friday evening before if I don’t have to wake up on Saturday.  I make a point not to look at the alarm clock on Saturday.

The clock in the car – This one is difficult because it doesn’t work according to the directions in the car manual.  I have to do other things not mentioned to get the time to change.

Synchronizing the sundial – this is the most difficult of all because it is hard to move the sundial EXACTLY one hour.  I’ll overmove it and the sundial will be running fast or I’ll undermove it and it will run slow.  Worse yet, I’ll move it in the wrong direction and it will be off by two hours.

I hate Daylight Saving Time.  I am more of a “set-it-and-forget-it” kind of guy.


Basketball and Swimming Areas

I know I have been ranting about the place I work out.  Before I go on about today’s rant, I should explain the good points of the gym/ resort:

The people who work there are top-notch.  If I was running a gym, I’d try to persuade them to work for me.  I know I complained about the cleanliness of the track and will complain about the basketball court today, but it is not the fault of the workers.  When it is clean, it is a very nice place.  It helps that it is around the corner and don’t have to drive and try to find a parking spot.

The basketball court is to the immediate right of the main lobby.  I like to get to the court by 8:40AM and finish before the morons take over the court.  The problem is that the cleaning crew thinks like I do.  They like to start cleaning soon after I start shooting around.  The resort needs an overnight cleaning person for the common areas.  Especially for the money they charge for both the hotel customers and the gym customers.  The cleaning guy shouldn’t have to dodge basketballs and clients shouldn’t have to worry about tripping over a broom or mop.  For those of you not familiar with this concept, it’s called common sense.

From the basketball courts, I head to the pool.  There is usually a water aerobics class for senior ladies, but there is usually a place in the pool where I can swim.  The lone exception is when someone with a senior fetish bobs himself up and down in the area where there would otherwise be room to swim.

After the swim (or instead of if the pervert is bobbing), I like to soak in the Jacuzzi.  There’s usually a person in there, but sometimes it’s empty.  I’ll be relaxing when some guy will come in and for some bizarre reason, think that I am lonely and would enjoy his company.  Sometimes it’s the idiot who was texting on the track.  Sometimes it’s the jerk chilling out on the ab machine that I want to use.  But it’s usually someone with already at least one strike against him and it’s always a male that thinks I would enjoy his company.

Does this face look lonely to you?

This concludes the gym rant. I will pick something else to whine about soon.


What’s the Point?

Last year I went into a rant about people at the gym I have been working out at for the last two years.  Nothing has changed.  I take that back.  It has gotten worse.

Last spring (after the previous rants), I started running on the indoor track.  It was great the first three weeks.  The first two weeks I had the track to myself and got much accomplished.  A runner joined me the third week and we had a mutual understanding of how each other trained so we could both get our full training in.

Then the fecal matter hit the fan.  All of the treadmills were being serviced so the treadmill people came up to the track.  The track is a short track with 15 laps equaling a mile (as opposed to 4 laps on a standard U.S. track) or 40% of a lap at the Indianapolis Speedway.  And instead of eight lanes, there is one lane (which is supposed to be wide enough for two people comfortably.)  The corners bank upwards much like an auto racetrack.

There is a sign of the track rules on the wall across from the stairwell.  The problem with the location is that the newbies stand in the middle of the track while reading the sign.  The following are the types of people who make training at the track a burden:

  • Lovebirds – Walking next to each other hand-in-hand makes it impossible to run without having to stop every lap and scream “EXCUSE ME” because for some reason, they can’t hear my grunting and heavy breathing when I am running.
  • “Day-Care” Parents – Parents who drop their children at the track and go to the Jacuzzi and drink pina coladas. (One of the rules on  the sign is that children under 16 must be accompanied by an adult at all times.
  • Apparatus – people who think it’s cool to ride bicycles and skateboards on the track.
  • Phone / Texters – People who make calls or text while walking (and usually in the middle of the track).
  • General Dumbnuts – people who don’t pay attention to the sign.  (The sign has a few simple rules, some I mentioned before – No horseplay, track direction alternated on alternate days to prevent wear and tear to certain joints from going in the same direction every day.)

There are other things that bug me – they vacuum the track in the middle of the day.  I understand not vacuuming in the middle of the night. (the gym is in a hotel)  They could still get one of those push duster thingies that they use im movie theaters between film showings.  One would think since they are vacuuming that they would pick up the empty water bottles, candy bar wrappers, and Big Mac boxes around the track.  They stay around for days at a time sometimes.

I will have another rant tomorrow about the basketball court and pool areas.  your eyes need a deserved rest.


I was kind of a late bloomer in life.  I started liking members of the opposite sex at a relatively late age.  That same day, I started getting an outbreak of zits.  It was the first day of my junior year in high school.  Kelli was my lab partner in Biology the precious school year, but I didn’t pay much attention to her.  But she wore a tight white blouse and even tighter dark blue jeans.  WOW!

Later that day iin the cafeteria Kelli was carrying her food tray to a table when a fork fell off the tray.  She bent over to pick up the tray.  I was embarrassed by the resulting bulge in my pants.  I wanted to ask her out, but I wanted to check my appearance before asking.  When I finished eating, I went to the bathroom to comb my hair.  While combing, I noticed that my face had been infested with pimples.  This wasn’t one zit – that would have been bad enough considering I had never had a blemish of any kind on my face before.

My face looked like a zodiac map.  there were too many zits for “Connect the Dots.”  Feeling my face was like reading “The Bible” in Braille.  I wondered how this could happen to me.  There were no zits when I washed my face that morning.  My face was washed every morning because I was so afraid of getting a zit.  Now I looked like a pizza with extra pepperoni.

That evening was the start of the “Clearasil Drenchings”  I’d hold my nose and dunk my face in a bowl of Clearasil.  Then I took the pads (one pad for each pimple) – I wanted to make sure all of the zits were off of my face.

It took forever (a week) for those pesky zits to disappear.  I soon had the resolve and the muster to ask Kelli out, but by then she was already seeing somebody.

[This is part of the A-Z of Life series. Check out the other posts!]


For those unfamiliar with Roman numerals, XVII is the number for 17.  Super Bowls are still numbered with Roman numerals, with the most recent Super Bowl being XLVI (46) between the Giants and Patriots.  Super Bowl XVII was my favorite Super Bowl.  It pitted my Redskins against the Miami Dolphins.  It was the first time I ever got to watch the Redskins play in a Super Bowl.  (They had played the Dolphins in Super Bowl VII, but I wasn’t born then.

I wanted to be like John Riggins when I was a kid.  He ran over people.  That looked like fun.  I liked running over people even though my mother said I was a bad boy when I did that.  He was a big part of the Redskins offense (which was explosive in those days.)

The game didn’t look promising at first.  It took a while for the Redskins to score a touchdown.  And as soon as they scored, they gave up a touchdown on the ensuing kickoff.  The Redskins trailed at halftime.  They trailed after three quarters.  The Redskins were facing a 4th-and-1 on the Miami 43 yard line.  It looked like a typical goal line offense-vs-defense.  The play looked like Riggins was going to go through the middle, but he went around to the left and went down the field for a Redskins touchdown.  The Redskins finally had a lead. I was a happy kid!  The Redskins scored a touchdown late in the game and won 27-17.

“XVII” is not a word in my opinion.  But I had to search for “words that start with ‘x” on the internet.  And according to a page I found, they included all Roman numerals that started with “X.”  I chose XVII because it was the first time I got to see the Redskins win a Super Bowl.  I could have chosen XXII or XXVI.  Both those Super Bowls were great, but XVII will always have a special place in my heart.

[This is part of the A-Z of Life series. Check out the other posts!]

Top Ten Towns I Have Been To – (Number 5 – Kernersville, NC)

Centrally located in the heart of North Carolina’s Triad, Kernersville has retained much of small-town Americana while being a short drive to three thriving cities.  It is also less than two hours from Charlotte and the Raleigh-Durham area.

If you like supermarkets, you’ll love Kernersville.  Although it is a relatively small town, it has quite a few supermarkets.  Aldi and Harris Teeter both have supermarkets in Kernersville.  If you don’t like either of those stores, then you can go to one of the three Food Lion supermarkets that Kernersville has to offer.  Let’s not forget the Super Wal-Mart which sells food and general merchandise.

There is more to Kernersville than in the other towns I have listed.  I lived in Kernersville twice.  I moved there the first time in 1998.  I was not happy with the direction the country was going so I decided to run for Senate.  The incumbent was someone named Lauch Faircloth.  His Democratic Party challenger was John Edwards.  If it was a contest about hair, I would have won.  (My hair rocked until 2005.)  The problem was that I was only 25 years old at the time and couldn’t legally run for Senate.  I didn’t want to run for the House because Richard Burr was the congressman and I like Bob Barr.  (I often got the two of them confused.)  By the time I figured out who was who, it was too late to run.

Kernersville has a few parks and a botanical garden.  Though I haven’t been there since 2008 (I will be there next month to visit), I have heard that the parks have gone through renovations and are lovelier than ever.

If you go to Kernersville (known to locals as “K-Vegas”), then make sure to check out what I call “Restaurant Row”.  There are many restaurants on NC Route 66 between Mani Street and I-40.  There are a wide variety in Southern and contemporary cuisine in which to choose from.  Plan on gaining weight and having fun doing it!

Top Ten Towns I Have Been To (Number 6 – Montreal, QC)

It has been a long time since I have in Montreal.  The last time I was there, the Canadiens played hockey in LeForum, the Washington Nationals were the Montreal Expos, and the Montreal Machine was a mediocre football team in the World League of American Football.

A couple of college buddies had decided that Montreal would be the perfect place to go for Spring Break.  It was perfect if you consider Spring being broken and it was obnoxiously cold as “Spring Break.”  It was too cold to think of hotties running around in bikinis.  (Indoors or out).

Most of Canada is in English, but Montreal is in French.  At least the signs are.  Most of the people can speak English or at least understand when you call them “a bunch of stupid idiots.”

The hotel I stayed in had a few American television networks.  I was hoping to watch the season opener of the World league of American Football on ABC.  Unfortunately, the local ABC affiliate in Burlington, VT felt they would have more viewers if they showed infomercials.

My friends and I were on the prowl and decided to check out the nightlife.  Most of the bars were occupied by French-speaking people and the women were not too willing to converse in English.  Unfortunately, the only French I knew was “Ménage à trois” and I only wanted the hottie.  I didn’t want the ugly friend to join.

We finally found a bar that looked like it was an English-speaking bar.  We were correct.  Soon after we walked in, we wished we were wrong.  The bar turned out to be a gay bar.  There wasn’t a woman in sight, not even a lesbian.

Overall, the trip was a lot of fun.  We took a tour of Stade Olympique (Olympic Stadium), Caught a game at Le Forum, and walked Rue Sainte-Catherine.  We even met a hooker as we were leaving Montreal, but by that time, we barely had enough money for a handshake.

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