I’m feeling a little bitter that I don’t live in Japan. If I did, I could go to a Burger King and get me a 5-patty Whopper. See, Burger King has been in Japan for five years now and this is their way of celebrating—by making the people in Japan feel sick and bloated.
It’s interesting that before Burger King came to Japan, that country was regarded as the healthiest in the world. Not anymore.
Maybe I can go to the Burger King here in Covington and get me a bacon sundae. Nope, can’t do that either. Apparently BK has decided to drop that item. Why? Too unhealthy? It’s only 510 calories.
It doesn’t matter really. You can find several other items on Burger King’s menu to help kill yourself. They care about your health, but not necessarily in a good way.
I’ve never been to the Burger King here in Covington or any Burger King in years. I’m not saying I never eat fast food, but I try not to do it often. Also, I’m kind of strange about how I eat. I like to eat off a plate—not out of a cardboard box or a wrapper.
Anyway, that’s my rant on Burger King. Before I wrap this up and say I’ll be back on Saturday with another post, I’m just curious how one would get a 5-patty Whopper into one’s mouth? I suppose very carefully.
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Today’s the first day of summer. Actually it’s not until tonight after seven o’clock or that’s what it said on a Google search I did. First days don’t start at night so I’m going to call that bullshit.
Pretty hot around here—temperatures in the 90’s. The new tenants who moved in above me last week don’t have an air conditioner. I feel sorry for them but that doesn’t mean I’m going to invite them down to stay cool in my place. I’m not that good of a neighbor.
I currently have 32 bottles of water in my refrigerator. In hot weather, when I’m out and about, I take a bottle with me. I don’t think I’ve ever been dehydrated in my life and I’m not about to start now.
Being out and about sometimes for me means taking the bus. Is there anything worse in the summer than getting on a bus with the air conditioner not working?
They say vodka and tonic is an excellent summer drink. I say it’s an excellent drink all year round.
Like everybody else, I wear fewer clothes in the summer. Today I’m wearing lightweight pants and a gray t-shirt. I don’t like dressing for summer. I look much better with more clothes on.
A lot of women look better with less clothes on in the summer but not all. When I see heavy women—or for that matter, heavy guys too—walking around with their naked stomachs hanging out, I wonder what their thought process is.
Another reason I don’t like dressing for summer is less pockets. I don’t like having to carry stuff with me.
If it gets hot enough this summer, I’m going to try and fry an egg on the sidewalk. This is something I’ve always wanted to do. Should I butter the sidewalk first?
I should listen to Beach Boys music in the summer but I never do. I like them better in the winter.
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When I get tired, I take a nap. When Lindsay Lohan gets tired, she’s declared “unconscious” and paramedics are called.
She joked about it on Twitter. Out of curiosity, I went to Twitter to see how many people are following her. Anyone want to guess? Over 3.7 million follow Lindsay. 15 people are currently following me.
I don’t know if Lindsay really has any acting talent but Woody Allen thinks so. I respect Woody and I’m a fan of his, so I’ll stop short of calling Lindsay a bad actress.
Lindsay was also in some kind of car accident recently but I don’t feel like finding a link to that.
In the world of Lindsay Lohan, it’s truly one thing after another. It’s hard to keep pace with her. Part of my job as a writer and being in the media is staying up on what’s going on and with Lindsay, there is always something going on. I don’t know if any of it is news or is important—probably not—but with everybody hanging on everything she does, here I am writing about it.
(Image from somewhere on the internet. Lindsay’s all over that too)
Greensburg, Indiana is kind of famous for having a tree growing out at the top of it’s court house. Now, sadly, the town may be famous for something else.
They have a kid who really knows how to sing a song and has a way with words. Apparently, he doesn’t like gays and isn’t afraid to let the world know it. Click on that video up above and listen to him sing “Ain’t No Homo Gonna Make it to Heaven.”
Look at those adults around him going nuts. This kid is a rock star!
No, not really. You gotta feel sorry for this little boy. He wasn’t born with all this hate inside. Those adults around him cheering him on taught him this. Those in that church isn’t teaching him how to love thy neighbor—they’re teaching him hate those gays. It’s sickening.
I’m a Hoosier—born and raised in Indiana. I’ve been to Greensburg many times in my life and while I’m sure there are many wonderful people living there, those going to that church aren’t. Those idiots should be ashamed of themselves.
Here it is another Father’s Day. My kids will be taking me out to lunch later. These days I let them decide where to go. My son says I never pick any restaurant that’s good. He’s probably right. I always think about how much money they’re spending on me.
Of course, I always remember my own Dad on Father’s Day. Memories are all I have of him now. He’s been gone for a long time.
I never got him a tie. I think I can count on one hand how many times I saw him wear one. Sometimes I would get him a shirt or socks or something like that but his favorite gift was coffee. Yep, would get him a pound of it. My Dad drank coffee all day long.
I remember a couple times forgetting Father’s Day altogether. I hated it when I did that. A belated Father’s Day gift would often be two pounds of coffee.
I have favorite Father’s Day memories with my own kids. This morning I’m thinking back to June, 2008. Now that was A Good Sunday.
(Image found on Google)
A friend from high school recently sent me a photo of a newspaper clipping from the weekly newspaper in Vevay, Indiana. That’s where I went to high school. Actually I lived closer to East Enterprise. I know. You haven’t heard of that town either.
The clipping was a look back at something that happened in the community 50 years ago or to two of the people who lived there. This would be me and my twin brother. We had come in fourth on a television talent show in Cincinnati called “School For Talent.”
I hadn’t thought of that show in a long time and don’t remember much about it. I kind of remember it being taped at night for broadcast on Sunday morning. I kind of remember not wanting to do it. I kind of remember watching the show when it aired. I certainly remember my mother not liking the fact we ended up coming in fourth place. Somehow she blamed me and my brother for it.
Seeing that newspaper clipping brought the blame and pain all back again. Yeah. The weirdness of it all.
I wrote about My Weird Life in CityBeat back in June of 2009. I’ve been a kid Country Music star, an accountant and now a writer—actually something I’ve wanted to do almost all my life. I’m a column writer, a blogger, a short story writer and sometimes I get to write about other writers. I’ve also got a novel coming out fairly soon. Sure, as a writer, I have to take on other “projects” to help pay the bills (I don’t know any rich writers) but my life is finally where I want it to be. At my ripe old age, I feel very lucky to be doing what I’m doing.
Reality is, the writing stuff seemed normal to me all along. All those detours getting to where I am and being able to actually do it was the weird part. I’m glad to have that behind me.
We’ll be back on Sunday with another post. No. It won’t be weird.
(Photo taken by Jerry Ray)
I’ve loved Betty White for a long time. I loved her on “The Mary Tyler Moore Show” back in the 70’s and loved her on “The Golden Girls” back in the 80’s. Let me repeat, I love Betty White.
However. . .
Is it just me or she is all over the place lately?
She recently met with President Obama and got to meet First Dog Bo and this is wonderful since she’s an animal lover and the media has made a big deal of this which is also fine, but my god, how much Betty can we take?
She’s in “Hot in Cleveland” and has yet another show on NBC. She’s on every talk show there is and she’s always writing books. At 90-years-old, this is great to be so active, but I’m beginning to OD on Betty White and I don’t even watch her two television shows.
Are you like me? Can there be too much of a good thing? Do you think Betty needs to give it a rest at least for a few weeks? Just curious.
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