Subway- Fresh or "Un"-Fresh?

Ok, I love eating at Subway, but can someone please explain to me why going into one of their restaurants make your clothes smell like Subway for the rest of the day? I'm almost hesitant to go there while I'm working because I'm afraid my customers I visit the rest of the day will think I have some really bad stank B.O. The only other type of restaurants that do that are Mexican restaurants.  Maybe it's just me, and I will continue to be a customer because I enjoy going there to "eat fresh", but I just wish when I left there I could also "smell fresh."

Just Some Random Images That Make Me Chuckle....

I think besides the DVR, the E-Reader, and maybe the Tablet, the camera phone may be one of the best technological inventions over the last decade. The camera phone allows people like me to capture humorous or interesting sights on a whim, spur of the moment. Here's just a few samples of some things I've captured and others that just make me laugh:

Yawn....yep, this guy has my vote.....found this driving around Woodward, OK

I think we can all relate to this guy's point, but maybe not enough to display it so prominently....

Just one? Really??? "Grand Opening...Grand Closing"

Saw this gem over the weekend in the restroom at a Jimmy Johns sandwich shop. It was on the floor right in front of the toilet. Very educational. I think Jimmy Johns just became one of my favorite restaurants.

Ok, this one I'm going to need some help with. In my part of the world you see these quite a bit. You see pick-up after pick-up lately with these bull "jewels" hanging off the back of their bumper. I've tried to figure out the reason as to "why?" on my own, but I don't get it. What's the message? What's the goal? What's worse is you're now seeing them in different colors and even in flesh colors like this:

I mean, are they in the business of "testes"? Is this their industry and are they just simply promoting their industry? Have they lost their "nuggets" and this is a memorial to their old buddies? Are these actual molds of their own "boys"? My sons have asked me countless times why these Billy Bobs do this, and I don't like being an uninformed father. Any help as to what the motivation is to hang bull "stones" from their vehicles would be greatly appreciated.

I witnessed this bad boy roll up in person at a travel stop in Western Oklahoma one day and it seriously stopped me in my tracks. Notice the attention to detail, the artwork, the pure brilliance! And I have to say the driver was one of the coolest older guys I have ever seen. I asked him if I could take a picture of his masterpiece and he just gave me a fist bump as he walked by, which I took as a "yes". Play on playa....:)

Deep thoughts.....you're welcome.

And finally, folks.....a public service announcement. Let's put a stop to child abuse once and for all! Seriously. This poor child, and the vegetable of broccoli, for that matter, doesn't deserve this kind of treatment. Stop the madness! :)

And as always.......have a good week!!

Westboro "Wackos"-Why do we give them any attention?

Well I have some thoughts on these pieces of trash that claim to be "Christians".... Why give them any attention at all? These total waste-of-our-oxygen-piece-of-trash-morons recently came to my home town to "protest" and inform the citizens of my great state as to why the deadly tornado  hit my town last spring. According to these psychos, God causes these horrible tragedies to happen because of how our society is "accepting of homosexuality." They have a disgusting view of the world, and my personal opinion is that they don't deserve a single ounce of attention from anyone. When they spew their hate across the country at selected locations, they want to fire people up, rile up communities, get coverage on the news, and tempt their opponents to act in a way that they normally would never even consider. They showed up one day a little over a week ago to a crowd that was about as fired up as you can get. And the little cowards weren't even able to protest for a few minutes before they tucked their tails and ran back to Kansas. Man, I'll tell you, I bet Kansas is proud of those arse-clowns. Don't get me wrong, I understand completely the ill feelings towards these people, and I share in those feelings. If there was one in front of me spewing their filth, I would probably jump at the chance to give them one of those large cartoon bumps on their heads. But, I would LOVE for someday, hopefully sooner rather than later, for them to show up to a protest and NOT ONE person shows up. NOT ONE television station gives them any attention, NOT ONE car even honks or slows down when passing by the "Turds from Kansas." How awesome would it be if we just treated them like we treat those Little Caesars employees standing out near the street, holding and spinning their little signs, while nobody even pays them any attention? You know something like this:

"Hi, I'm a Wacko!"

"Hi, my Westboro buddies and I want to take the Hell Express!"

Whenever I see or hear anything about these people for some reason, I can't help but to take them about as serious as Sponge Bob and Squidward. I'm immediately reminded of that episode that my kids have seen at least 1,000 times where Sponge Bob and Squidward went on strike to protest their pitiful wages Mr. Krabs was paying them. And to their dismay, nobody paid them any attention, because their cause had zero importance, just like the Wackos!

I'm not naive enough to think that the Westboro Yahoos won't continue to get the attention they seek, but it's a nice thought. All in all, I'm proud of the pride the citizens of our state, and city, for that matter, have shown recently. If you show up here acting a fool and try to disrespect us after one of the most terrible tragedies we've ever had to endure, then you better be prepared for some resistance. A local sign here summed up the situation best...

God Bless Moore, OK

Just my opinions, take them for what their worth. And as usual...

Have a good week!!!!

Still playing soccer at 40? Really? Idiot.....

I'm starting to hear the phrase "Man it sucks to get old" more and more. I kind of get it since I recently turned the big 4-0. I'm trying to convince myself that "It's just a number, it's just a number, it's just a number"...mostly because I don't feel like I'm 40, most of the time. Also, mentally, I still feel like I'm 21. I refuse to grow up all the way, but when I hear that number...."40"....."40"......I just can't believe it. Remember when we were kids and you thought of someone at age 40 and in your mind they looked like this:

Well, I'm sorry but I don't feel like that. And hopefully I'm a couple of decades from looking like that as well. That being said, one activity I still involve myself in is playing indoor soccer. Playing soccer is about the only thing I do that makes me feel my age and humbles me and convinces me that, yes, I am in fact 40 years old. My old fart buddies and I play for the powerhouse that is "Knee Brace Mafia", (division "F"-Over 30 Mens league). After each game you tend to hear a lot of that phrase "Man it sucks to get old." It's humbling because before each game your mind is still trying to convince you that you're still that same kid, thinking that you are going to tear it up and run circles around the other players, just like the "old days." Seriously in my mind before each game I swear that I am going to go out there and look like this:

But, it's only a matter of time before my body tells my mind "Settle down, Sparky, those days are over." And about midway through the first half I realize that I actually look and feel like this:

Creak, Creak, Squeak.....

What is also just terribly sad is our substitution patterns now that were are older than dirt. When we were young we used to get so mad when the coach would pull us off the field. If it were up to us we would play the entire stinking game. Now?????? Well now, we get mad when you're bent over in the box, sucking wind, seeing stars, begging for an oxygen mask, and the guy you are subbing in and out with starts running towards the box wanting you to go in for him! "Dude! You just came out!" is often yelled at the direction of the old fart daring to come off of the field. It's completely opposite from when we were younger. As far as our name "Knee Brace Mafia", it's kind of a clever reference to the fact that half the team has to wear knee braces, ankle braces, heck probably even neck braces just to be able to play. You can hear the squeaks and creaks all over the field running back and forth with all the protective armour being used on that field. We look more like robots than soccer players. If the owners of the soccer arena really cared about their customers they would install Ben-Gay dispensers all over the place on the old man field and in the boxes where we try and catch our breath. I think I'll make that suggestion. Makes sense to me. Either way, I may be flirting with danger continuing to play, but overall I still enjoy it and there's nothing like that feeling before the game when my mind lies to my body telling it that I'm still a good player. I've included a recent picture of the boys from "Knee Brace Mafia":

Let's do this boys!!!

Have a good week!!!!

What the heck is someone like me doing "blogging"?

Not sure really, but I'm going to wing it and give it a shot. Like alot of guys, I married over my head. I have an amazing wife that keeps me grounded and in line. I have two great boys, Mason, age 14 and Evan, age 10. They are good examples of how God for sure has a sense of humor because there is a reason I was given two boys. PAYBACK! I wouldn't change it for the world though. My family is my whole world, my reason to get up every morning and will be my priority until I take my last breath. But I also understand life is not forever and you need to have fun along the ride. Here's some examples of my blessings:

My wife Shelley recently won Teacher of the Year at her school, she's an amazing Pre-school teacher

The boys chillin' in Galveston-summer 2013

Shelley and I celebrating her, umm...err..."29th" birthday, yep..."29th"

First day of 4th grade-Evan

First day of 8th grade-Mason

Daddy's little dork..

Daddy's other little dork...

Branson Boys-Yee Haw!!!

Easter 2013

Cousin Eddie Christmas!

Like I always say, you have to find time for fun and laughter. Have a good week!

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