Maroon Couch

If you see this picture and think cycling we have a problem.  Why?  It makes you faster and helps shave precious time off your race.  Really?  I would rather lose the race.  By one tenth of a second or something stupid like that.  I think I would much rather be the guy riding a bike without the banana on my head and show everyone you don’t have to wear that to win.  Cycling at it’s best!

Have you seen the Pop Tart commercials lately?  ”They’re crazy good!”  I would like to focus on the word crazy.  One of the newest ones has two pop tarts standing there talking and they each eat something at it appears on their icing or stomach.  They each look off screen as they notice a pop tart friend and ask what he’s doing.  You hear a pop tart scream (don’t really now what that sounds like, i’m taking their word for it) and then this pop tart walks on screen.  On his icing a picture of a pop tart appears!!!  This partially freaked me out.  Like, for one second I thought the pop tart that ate the other pop tart was standing next to me and I could see my face on his iced up belly.  I have to be careful even speaking of such things as this could cause a horrible dream that I don’t want to have.  I do like the brown sugar ones though!  The first one I ate after seeing the commercial I had to flip over and eat icing down.  (it’s not as good icing down as it is icing up.)

Decision 2008.  We are in a Presidential Election year and that always makes things just a little more fun.  You have to pay attention to politics so you can laugh at all the funny political jokes they air on SNL and late night shows.  I would rather not laugh at all.  Don’t get me wrong, I pay attention but I don’t substitute the candidates lives for oxygen.  Just the other night there was a segment on the news where they had each of the candidates breed of dog in one room.  They were evaluating each breed much like they are the dog’s owners.  That’s why I can’t find myself getting wrapped up for the sake I turn into a crazed DOG or something.  Oh, and just as soon as you put that campaign sticker on your cars bumper for the big vote make sure you peel it off upon your guy losing the election.  It just makes driving next to you awkward for me.

If you find yourself saying, “Wow what an idiot.” don’t sweat it, It’s Just Me.