You know, a tv commercial once told me that Muslin was good for me:

Do you think this is what they meant? Kudos to you ignorant redneck for allowing me to make that joke at your expense!

Another of my favorite pictures ever:

Notice the shirt, these are the people who throw beer on me at Busch Stadium, not the well-balanced baseball conniseurs like my lovely Cardinal-loving girlfriend (love you baby!)

Am I in Bizzaro World?

After a week of hateful and inflammatory rhetoric we FINALLY get the guy who ran in 2000?!?!

On a serious note, I applaud Sen. McCain's statements. It does speak to the character that we all observed in earlier times, I just hope its not too little to dissuade what has become an issue of bigotry and hatred in the most important of times. I would like to coin a Colbertism and praise Sen. McCain's Standupishness. (Mr. Colbert, you can find my resume on Monster.com, ignore all that bartender stuff, feel free to hand it off to Mr. Stewart).

The Real Wasilla?

Good lord I hate rednecks, but they're sure funny on TV!

Ahh springtime

The time of year when the temperature rises to a comfortable range (around 60 degrees), Spring Training starts for baseball, Grace and I get to go outside and play catch, and the always lovely citizens of the city of Collinsville, IL drag their living room furniture out into the yard to enjoy the weather. Yes, that's right, living room furniture such as sofas, loveseats, and recliners. Sometimes, I shudder when I think of the fact that my quasi-family lives here.

On another note, Grace just keeps getting better at baseball, unfortuately, she still has another year before she can start playing on a team. Here's a video from last summer, she's even better than this now:

Even with a hybrid, it costs me around $35 to fill up, so I ,understandably along with many others, try to conserve fuel in anyway possible. That is why, in these times of $3+ gas prices, it always amazes me when I see the bemulletted heathens repeatedly drive their Camaros at breakneck speeds around the corner right in front of my house. I'm afraid to run the A/C in my car to conserve gas, whereas I get to listen to their gloriously loud exhausts and watch their horrible paint jobs streak by my house. I thought when I left Mississippi after that horrible year I lived there in high school, I would never have to put up with these NASCAR wannabe's again. Sadly, I was wrong. As I see streaks of multicolored fenders and primer and hear the lack of a muffler, I am reminded of the Mississippi Gulf Coast, in all of its red state glory. By the way, our President (who claims we are not in a recession, sounds suspiciously like something I remember his dad saying his last year in office), has absolutely no clue how much average people are paying for gas every day in this country.

In other news, an 8th grader was shot in the head for giving a fellow student a Valentine. By the way, he was gay and he gave the Valentine to a male classmate. Ellen DeGeneres made an emotional statement pleading for Americans to change how they react and treat homosexuals.
I agree so much, I posted it here:


What is going on with teenagers right now? Maybe, just maybe, we should limit their access to guns? I shudder to think how many guns are on my street alone (What? With all the mullets and trashy yards, are you kidding?). I'm sure they could arm their local clan rally pretty easily. Driving down my street just scares the living hell out of me, not only am I dodging Days of Thunder half the damn time, but then I see stuff like this: