My Apologies

Sorry that I haven’t posted in a while, but my church doesn’t want me posting in a blog. They feel that it …

Hmm?

They think that…

Hmm…

Well, you see, it is like this:

Did you read my previous post? Well, it seems that I was asked to sit in the office while being accused of seeing this guy in December, but the truth was that they had everything all backwards. But when I post things like that in my blog… well… When I post anything in my blog that is in the least bit creative, things get blown way out of proportion and then, I get accused of things.

I like my blog and having creative license over it.

I plan to post more here soon.

The reason?

I have so much to share!

And writing makes me feel better, and I missed having an outlet for my emotions.

So hang tight, people! I will return!

I Think My Bucket List Needs a Change

Okay, I’m going to keep it short, simple, and sweet.

I got on the treadmill yesterday afternoon and after 5 minutes, I was on my way to the hospital feeling like something just was not right. Well, I am okay and was diagnosed with costochondritis (or something like that).

But that’s not what this is about.  No, this pertains to a certain item on my bucket list that I think I might need to change.

You see, I have a lot of things on my bucket list and I’m really afraid that if I don’t complete them, I’m going to be thinking about them as I die.

Now, the reason I mention this is that as I was laid out on the gurney hooked up to all these monitors, I glanced out my doorway and saw this guy. A paramedic, if you will, who I swear looked exactly like Tony Stewart.  My first thought when I saw him was that if I were knocked out unconscious and came too in the ambulance with him over me, I’d totally freak out thinking that I had died, and meeting Tony Stewart is the only thing that I did not accomplish on my bucket list. 

So you know what that means, right?

Yep.

I need to get this paramedic’s name so that I can meet him.

My Theory on the Decline of Old Spice

I ran across this ad about Old Spice’s decline in sales.

There are many ways of looking at the Old Spice brand, and what it is that they are  trying to accomplish. Old Spice has been around for a long time. The consumers who use Old Spice are predominantly older white males.

I’m assuming that their intentions when creating the “Old Spice Guy” or “the man you wish your man smelled like” campaigns, they were targeting

Jimmie Johnson, Even Superman Had Kryptonite

I love being creative!

That’s why I decided to take my guitar/music talent and put them to good use. I wrote a song and made a video.  Enjoy!

One Big Wrap-Up

I know that I said I wasn’t going to post everything in one post, but to be honest, I have not found the time to sit down and write. Trying to squeeze this in while trying to finish so many things and prepare for this weekend is pushing my limits. So the only thing that I know to do- before I forget what it is that I wanted to say- is to post everything  in one post.

Let’s Talk NASCAR Drivers and Their Facial Hair (or lack of)

**Disclaimer: Because so many people tend to take some of my posts so seriously, I’m gonna warn you that this one is going to be humorous and is not intended to be serious.

During the Nationwide race on Friday, I noticed someone had tweeted about Kasey Kahne’s facial hair. First, I thought this was odd because he’s one of the Gillette Young Gun guys promoting shaving, but then I thought, “What hair? I didn’t see any.”

At the end of the race they interviewed him and sure enough he had some dirt over his upper lip. Kind of reminds me of my seventeen year old when he would go 3 months without shaving and say, “See my mustache.”  I’d tell him to go and wash his face, it was dirty.

Well, then, last night on Speed’s Race Hub I saw Denny Hamlin looking the same way. He looked as though he had some dirt wiped over his lip.

Now, lately this seems to be a trend, and I’m wondering, “Who are they trying to out do?”

Maybe they are trying to reach Dale Jr’s shaggy growth. He came into this season with a “man-of-the-mountain” look that just screamed “I’m a Hermit!”

Maybe they are trying to re-invent Jimmie Johnson’s look in the hopes of changing up their luck or snagging his horseshoe.

And the reason I suggest the above “maybe’s” is because they are in no way man enough to be like Tony Stewart. After all, he climbs into the car clean shaven at the beginning of the race and comes out at the end with a full growth of hair to put Dale Jr’s months of efforts to shame!  Not everyone can be that rugged, now can they?

The Fans, the Fanatics, and the KoolAid Drinkers of Racing

My Dad back in the day. He was my hero! I was his greatest fan!

Growing up around racing, I learned that every racecar driver has their share of fans and groupies.  The word ”groupies” reminds me of David Moyer who was the young stud of dirt racing.  He was handsome, his father was wealthy, and he was the fastest thing on dirt.  Every week he would park next to the ladies restroom and there were always girls all over his car hauler.  It never failed.  And even at my young age, I wanted to be one of them, even if he was 7 years older than me.

These days, I make it to the track less often.  However, I still love NASCAR and now that I’m grown, I try to make it to a race.  Of course, when I mention racing, everyone always asks, “Who is your favorite driver?”

Truth be told, it is easier for me to tell you who I don’t pull for rather than tell you who I do.  The reason behind this is that I don’t have one clear favorite.  I know last season I wrote about Tony Stewart quite a bit, but that’s only because I was teased so badly about it.  I like to make things interesting.  Even with everything that I wrote about him, nothing could compare to his Super Fan.

Dear Old Spice

I have a problem.  It is a problem that I feel deserves to be addressed.  It concerns my son.  My 12 year old son.

Lately, he has taken to girls.  Well, not just any girls.  No.  Rather he has become smitten with one particular young lady. 

To win the heart of this young girl, my son has

Daytona 500 and More

As much as I love to blog, I have to admit that school work is cutting into my blogging time.  So, this is a long post, with a lot of information, and not nearly enough time spent on all I want to talk about.  But enjoy it anyhow.

This weekend was the first points race in many of NASCAR’s series.  The Nationwide series, Camping World Truck Series, and the Sprint Cup series all had races.  Favorites arrived, changes have been made, and new drivers have come on the scene.  I’m not going to take the time to go through all of these changes, but I will point out the noteworthy ones and those that are of importance to me, namely, Tony Stewart, Jimmie Johnson, and a few others.

First, I would like to address the

The Consequences of Smelling Like Tony Stewart

Perhaps back in December when he was trying so very hard to smell like Tony Stewart, he should have given it a little more consideration. I mean, after all, a 12 year old just isn’t quite old enough- or ready enough- to be getting his Swagger on. Even more so, I don’t think that the little girls in his class were quite ready to be hit with so much Swagger. I know I wasn’t, because I had to take him to school with the window cracked in the car, mostly because there was not enough room or air in the car for us and Kyle’s Swagger.

Fast forward into January