Movie Night

Last night was a movie night.  The movie selection was....well, not what I would have picked.

But they were both watchable after all.

I was pleasantly surprised.

Now that the weather is getting kind of crappy, I imagine I will have several more movie nights for the next few months.

There are several movies I'd like to see!

Pro Ass 2010

Brett was my partner for this year's Pro Ass tournament.  I tell ya, he is impressive for a guy that only golfs at these tournaments.

Brett had to carry me for the first nine holes.  Evidently using long tees after 18 holes yesterday was a bad idea.
But I got back into the swing of things for the second half of the game.

Even Marcie showed up.  She has been our bartender for golf nights for the last two years.  Recently, she got into a bad accident while riding one of her horses, and collapsed a lung.  In just a few months, she is out on the golf course.  That's a tough girl.

The dinner went well, and everyone had a great time BS-ing.

The ride home was boring, but I was happy to have closed out the golf year with the league again.

2010 was a seriously interesting golf season.  There was a lot of angry golfing, a lot of golfing I don't recall, a lot of late nights filled with outrageous stories, and the wackiest golf cart driving ever.

I checked my voice mail at work, and had a message from the Dude.
It simply said "what time are you going for a Mountain Dew".
He and I agreed on 2:00PM as the official "Dew Run" time.

Later he stopped by my cubicle and joked about a few things.  We briefly discussed the idiots we met in Scranton, and had a few good laughs.

It was a pretty sweet visit.

The Dude is king.

Lakeside

HCSD and I played 18 holes today out at Lakeside.

It was a bit chilly, but it's all good when you are as tough as we are.

I played pretty well, considering that I had only stubby tees, was pumped full of Amp Energy drink, and was stoned off of Skoal Spearmint the entire time.

I played well enough to eek out a better score than HCSD.

The golf cart had an odd little note taped to the ceiling.  If you read it, you'll see that the golf course owners must not own the field of grapes that are next door.  Hmmm...next time you get wine that was made in Erie, be careful not to get a bottle that has cigarette butts in it.

But the strangest thing I have ever seen while out playing golf is pictured above.

This stuffed animal is what they have propped on a glass top table, with a gold ornament taped to its head.

Talk about creepy.

***

Well, tomorrow is the Pro Ass tournament.  The final big day of golf.

Brett is my partner, so I know the putting will be great.

We are going to kick arse.

Union City Trip

Well, wouldn't y'all know it, I can finally say that I spent time in good ole' Union City.

It was a nice night.
Stella had been watching her nephew, Hayden all day.  Talk about an adorable little guy.  Well, when he isn't throwing a fit.  And by the time I came over her place, he was mighty tired.  So I got plenty of fit-throwing action.  Oh well.

I still had a good time.  He and I did a little boogying.  We checked out the fridge.  We looked at each other's shoes.  Ummm.....and in between all that action of course we...listened to him throw random fits.

Hey, every dude throws fits from time to time.  Nothing wrong with that.

Then I went with her to drop him off at his dad's, in Union City.  The town seems like the kind where everybody knows who you are, who you're with, and all your personal business as well.  Kind of like Newton Falls, in Ohio.

The ride back made me pretty drowsy.  I kept dozing off, but the bumpy ride from her jeep kept me awake.  It didn't bother me all that much because she was rocking all kinds of different tunes from her ipod.

Instead of going out for the night like we originally had planned, we stayed in and chilled.  It was really nice.
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Week 2

Yet another close one?

I know this post is late, but I am still catching up from the couple of days off.

I wasn't happy to hear they lost.

This might be a season to just prop the feet up on the table and ignore them.

Nah.  I love them bastards too much.

Cmon Brownies. Win at least one.

Isle Ride

Stella and I took a ride around the Isle in the evening.

Other than some strange issues a few times with the idle of the bike, the Bonnie ran real smooth.

I undergassed it a few times, overgassed it, released the clutch too early, and a few other things, and the only time it gave me a problem was when trying to roll slow in first.

It will remain one of my more memorable rides, though.

The weather was perfect, especially once we went back to my place and dropped off our jackets.

The traffic was minimal.

The roads were clear of debris.

We took a walk on beach 10 for a while to give her tookis a rest, followed by riding to Sarah's for ice cream.  We ran into Bruce's girlfriend there, you know...the one who calls me evil.  She was nice to me at least.

Then we took the Bonnie on home to close out the day.

Put-in-bay followed by a motorcycle ride is the way to do it.

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Put-In-Bay

In a spur of the moment fashion, a trip to Put-In-Bay was planned.

Sure, it's not the prime season for that resort, but that made it even better because it wasn't crowded at all.

We got to do pretty much everything we wanted to do, and never had to worry about there being too many people.

The trip included a tour of America's oldest family winery, the Perry Caverns, the Crystal Cave, Skip's Auto Museum (had a whole 15 cars or something - woohoo!), 18 holes of extreme put-put (I let Stella whoop my ass, of course - 'ahem'), an excellent concert by Darryl Gatlin and Andrea, and a lot of good food.

It was certainly awesome.

The pictures in this post are in no order.  They are just random pics about the trip.  Above is the entrance to the Boardwalk.  That place was where we ate the first night.  The lobster bisk wasn't as good as it is at Root's, but hey...the experience was worth it.

Just a picture of me on the way back to Catawba.

Stella and I at Mossback's.  Man, my lazy eye is getting worse.  I might want to get it looked at soon.

I didn't take this picture, but I did a good job of stealing it from Darryl's website.

The guy bought Jolene and I drinks, attempted to sing my requested song (Warren Zevon's Werewolves Of London), and cracked jokes that had us rolling.  I want to catch one of his shows again some time.  This dude was awesome.

This place was really cool.  I guess it was just established in 2009.

Stella and the Cadillac we drove during our stay on the island.

I think we covered the entire island over the course of two and a half days, and we never put gas in it.  Not bad.  (After a while I was afraid of it running out of gas on us, but I'm a guy that lives on the edge.)

Random appears to be our style, and seems to be what works best for us.  So we'll embark on more spur-of-the-moment trips.  And they'll be documented right here on the Biscuit.

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After we got home, I took her out on the Triumph.

It was like having a feather on the back of the bike.  The girl must weigh only 90 pounds.

The Dude Still Rocks

The Dudick is still king.
I walked into his cubicle and said 'Yo, Dude', and he turned around with a 'Yo' in return.  He cleared off his guest chair and I sat down.
We discussed the lump situation, and my dating situation as well.
He told me that I should go over her place and just never leave.  That's supposedly how he ended up marrying his woman.  He claims to have gone over for dinner one night...and just never left.
Some time later they got married.
Interesting.

Put-In-Bay

This will be my first time going to Put-In-Bay.

I'm pretty much all packed up.

It's going to be a great couple of days!

***

I cruise like a peeeyimp.

Because that's how I roll.

***

I got a call from Floyd tonight!  Holy smokes, man.

First my phone rings, and I had to get out of bed to dig through my coat.  It was Awesome Marsha.  I didn't get there in time, and when I tried calling back it went right to voice mail.  Crawling back into bed I got a call from a different Ohio number and answered it.

It was a nice surprise.

When he asked what I was up to, I told him I was laying next to a naked woman.  He thought that was awesome.

We talked only briefly, but it was nice.  He mentioned fishing, and how he'd like to go sometime.  I remember going to the bubble to fish.  And I remember the fishing pole I had for over 20 years, which was one that he got me.  Now his son uses it.

We laughed a few times throughout the short conversation, and then he told me he would let me go.

It was great to hear from him tonight.

Trip To The Laundromat

This must be a futuristic dryer or something.

I tried finding a way to browse the Internet with this 'computer', but then I noticed an OUT OF ORDER sign on it.  Damn.  I guess free WIFI didn't matter at that point.

I hung out with Stella at the laundromat.  Talk about good times.

Actually, it was pretty interesting.  The hardware at the place was straight out of the days of single income households, the people were odd, and the place had some serious decorating cues from a 70's issue of "Living".  Totally sweet.

The entire place has a whole on-the-water motif.

(I wonder who thought that would be a cool idea...because I agree.)

If I were to own a laundromat, I would have made one as dope-diggity as this one.

Oh, but they need to clean the equipment.  Evidently somebody must have had a shedding problem.  Some of her clothes came out covered in hair.

Ew.

***

Bobo Is Still Too Fast For The Camera

The man is too damned fast.

I can never get a picture of him.

Greg has the wackiest desk you'll ever see.

I especially love the little ALF doll.

Classic.

Pig Sty Award

Oink Oink.

***

Bronson-A-Thon

This week they had a Death Wish marathon on.

The Bronson never ceases the amaze me.

Even as he was in his 70's, he still commanded the screen as a tough guy in Death Wish 5.  Sure the movie was super cheesy, but it proved that tough guys are still tough guys at almost any age.

***

Finally, I'll list just some of the reasons I love The Bronson

1.) Soft spoken, and never says a lot of crap to people before he wastes them

2.) Had a pretty amazing physique well into his 60's

3.) Face it.  He just LOOKED like a guy you wouldn't want to mess with, like Warren Oates did, and the great Clint Eastwood as well.

4.) Ushered in a whole new type of action star.  A lot of movies copied the ones he was in.

5.) Could do just as memorable a job in a good movie like 'The Dirty Dozen' as he could in the ultra cheesy like 'Ten To Midnight'.

6.) Chose a little known, but now famous gun in a few of the Death Wish movies.  The Wildey Magnum.  Just as Dirty Hairy made the Smith model 29 famous, nobody can deny that Paul Kersey made the Wildey famous.

7.) From Wikipedia: "In 1943, Bronson enlisted in the United States Army Air Forces and served as an aerial gunner in the 760th Flexible Gunnery Training Squadron, and in 1945 as a B-29 Superfortresscrewman with the 39th Bombardment Group based on Guam. He was awarded a Purple Heart for wounds received during his service"

8.) Had one of the most famous moose stashes in all of history.  As a fan of stashes, that puts him even higher on my list...I'm sure Rohn even noticed the wickedness of the Bronson Stash.

Good Lunch

At Root's.

Big Ed, Sammie, The Z, and myself had a pre-meeting lunch.

I had an odd combo: lobster bisk and a chicken parm sammich and zucchini fries.

But it was all so good.

Check out the goodness at: 

http://www.joerootsgrill.com/

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Final Erie Day

This was the final league day.
We played the front 9.
No pars, but it was still fun.  I played angry golf, which has always produced interesting results.
***

Chew

The urge returns frequently to chew tabakka.

An alternative to the long leaf chew I preferred was snuff.

Well, I have gone back every few months and bought a bag of Beechnut (favorite), Levi Garrett, Mail Pouch, or Redman.  Not cool.

I remember my college years, chewing cloves to get over chewing.  Everything was cool until I read that clove oil was poisonous to the liver.

So, the herbal crap will hold me over.  It seems to work.  As long as I chew this fake crap I don't seem to want to real crap.

Maybe this herbal chew will make my hair grow back on top of my head.

One can only hope.

***

Browns 2010 Week 1

Here we go.

I see a lot of promise in this team, but let's face it.  The Browns have been at the promise level for quite a while now.

Let's hope they beat the Chiefs next week.

***

Ripley Trip

I had to go out to Ripley, New York today.

For some reason the online option for paying my car payment has been changed, so my only option was to get a check out to them.  The nearest branch office is way out in Ripley.

Which is kind of a run down town.

Shown above is an old service station or something that has been abandoned for as long as I have been coming out this way.  Today the door was open and I poked around for a bit.

I can't carry my piece in NY, but I at least had the little Gerber out.

I'm so badass.

***

Last night there were a few things on my mind.
Work.  They laid off the shop for the next three weeks.  Engineering will end up being next.  We need more orders fast.
Physical ailments that I am not going to specify.  I'm always dealing with them, though.
The comedy club went well, and so did dinner.
But let's just say I blew the remainder of the night.
Stupid me.
In a nutshell, it involved Stella leaving my place angry, getting pulled over for doing  U-turn in front of a DUI check point, and evading police on an alternate route to her place to apologize.
Thank God she forgave me.
I'm going to make it up to her a thousand times over.

Comedy Club

Getting ready to take Stella to the comedy club.

She's never been there, so I'm pretty excited about taking her.

I have a feeling I'm going to end up right by the stage again.  Hopefully the comedians are kind to me.

I look forward to it either way...

***

Now I walk funny

Latex.

Bend.

Breathe.

Thoughts,

Finger.

Oh Shit don’t clench.

Getting old is a bitch.

Now I walk funny for a while.

10.11.07

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I wrote that stupid poem back in 2007.  But it really fit for this post.

I went to the doc's today, to check out why I am peeing so darned much.

They asked me to pee in a cup so they could check my sugar levels, and wouldn't you know it I couldn't go?

What the hell?

So After squeezing out everything that I possibly could, it was time for the worst experience of my life.

Let's just say my prostate is ok, but my ego certainly isn't.

After the doc had checked me out, he took off his latex glove and told me he wanted to talk to me man to man.

Ummm...pretty bad timing for a man to man talk, I should think.

But he went on babbling anyway.  He told me about his divorce, his experiences with the local dating scene, and tried giving me advice.

Then he asked me for advice on certain things as well.

He then went through my list of medications and vitamins and told me to stop taking a few of them for a while.  He feels that a few of them are causing my problems.  So we'll see.

After our chat, he shook my hand and I, rather uncomfortably, walked out.

Ouch, man.

Oh, as soon as I got to work I had to pee like a race horse.

Do Ya Feel Lucky? Well Do Ya, Punk?

All this week on AMC is a Dirty Harry marathon.

Huge Dirty Harry fan here.

I sometimes think The Bronson would be afraid of Clint Eastwood.

Nah.

But I'd love to see Paul Kersey go up against Dirty Harry Callahan.

That would be epic.

***

Ruby Tuesday

Stella and I went to Ruby Tuesday.

(I skipped out on golf, because it would have sucked to play today.  I gotta find out what's going on with my bladder before I go back out on the course.)

I really enjoyed her company.  She takes jabs at me just the way I like it, but also let's me know that I'm appreciated.  

I appreciate her in return.

***

Bertha

8 round capacity.

6.5" Bull Barrel.

All stainless.

.357 Magnum, capable of 44,000 PSI at 1,600 feet per second.  This round was first introduced by Elmer Keith in 1934.

It is simply a sweet round.  And this gun can launch the .357 with dead-nuts accuracy.

At 100 yards I can hit a target (not a bullseye though).  And if you're breaking into my house in the middle of the night, I'm pretty sure I can hit you too.

Of all the firearms I currently, or will own, this one will always remain as my favorite.

The .357 is the everyman's badass.

Medical Updates

Since this weekend I have been peeing like crazy.
It's been rather uncomfortable.  So I scheduled an appointment for Thursday.  Hopefully I am not having problems with my sugar, or my prostrate.  We'll see.

Also, on Wednesday the 15th I am going in to the plastic surgeon to have the lumps looked at.
They discussed at length what the procedure will most probably be.

So, my goal is to get my surgery documented for this blog.  That's right, I am going to attempt to get photos and a full report!

Now that's good blogging right there.

Let's Get Physical

I am sore.  Been trying to get back into shape.

It hurts like hell with the lumps on my arms, but those will be getting removed soon.

I have to wait a few weeks for a biopsy.

Until then, my philosophy is: no pain no gain!

I'm going to lose the soft belly, gain back the abs, and hopefully get the next blood test to show everything the way it is supposed to be.

***

New Knife

Gerber is decent for the price.  I'd much rather buy a Spyderco some day, but I haven't figured out which one I like the best.  Since they are more expensive I want to make sure I really like a model before I buy it.

My previous knife was a Gerber that was bought as a Christmas gift.

I decided to donate that one to the bottom of Lake Erie.  Good riddens to that one.

Just about every gift, save a few that I got during the previous two years, is destroyed, given away, or....well to be honest I don't know what happened to some of them.

***

Just relaxing today.  Awesome Marsha is visiting, and I just spent about an hour working on her laptop.

It needed some work pretty bad.

In a little while she and I might go out and take Bertha to the range.  The big .357 needs a work out.

***

Saturday

"Loco", by Coal Chamber is playing.

I am feeling wide awake for the first time in....I don't know how long.  Months?

I had a nice time yesterday.  The tractor pull was called off due to the crappy weather.  But the cookout went very well.  I ended up harassed the entire time by Grandma.  She didn't realize who she was dealing with.  I went with her toe to toe.  She never faltered even though she knew she was out-gunned.

I'm a pro asshole, people.  So don't try challenging.

Afterwards I took Stella out for a slice of pie.  We ended up running into Wildman and Amber.  Of course that stud Alex was with them.  I love that dude.  I think he looks more like Wildman every time I see him.  Poor kid, he was looking so good too (kidding, Wildman).

Stella thinks I'm a gentleman.  If I'm a gentleman, then Wildman is the Easter Bunny.

So, yesterday was really nice.  Really.

I'm not sure where life is taking my old ass, but wherever it takes me I am going to keep the middle fingers up, the jokes flowing, and refuse to let circumstances change who I am.
***

My hair is thinning.  Can't say it has been a new thing for me.
When I smile or laugh, I get the crow's feet really bad now.
And what the hell happened to the bag of groceries?  I mean c'mon, when did my body decide that dropping them 3 inches was a good idea?
I may not be old yet, but I am well on my way.
Happy freakin', stinkin', stupid weekend.
***
I refuse to grow old gracefully.  I'd rather whine about it.

Wildman gave me some shirts.  I ironed them this morning.

I have also made some fried egg sammies.

Some Brit Murphy movie is on.  Damn woman, you were so hot.

The weather is kind of poopie this morning.  But it's still going to be a good day.

Getting ready for going to a picnic / cookout / whatever the hell it is.  I am looking forward to it.

I am just living the life, I tell ya!

Bonnie finally cleared 13K tonight.  Certainly took long enough.
I remember two years ago I had just turned over 10K while on my trip to N.C.
That just goes to show how little I rode once I began being "Mr. Daddy".
There aren't any regrets with regards to that.  I was just bringing up a point.

I rode out into the grape fields of New York tonight.  Talk about a nice ride.

I stopped over Stella's on the way home.  She lives out on the Seaway Trail.  If you've never been on that, you really need to check it out.

It was about a half hour visit, and then I hit the road towards home.

There should be enough time to get a few more nice rides in this year.

But soon, people, I'll be making more "snowville" posts.  Oh yay.

Updates

Scranton came and went last week, without a hitch.  Overall, it was a waste of time for me.  But Wildman got some invaluable information.

This week has been very busy so far.  I'm glad the weekend is just around the bend.  I will be working this weekend on both Saturday and Sunday but I have some other awesome things planned too.

Saturday I'm going to a cookout, followed by a tractor pull.  I haven't been to a tractor pull in so long!

Awesome Marsha might come up this way Sunday night, or I might head down that way instead.  We haven't worked it out yet.

Things are moving along.

Some serious updates coming soon.