To All You Bathers...

My boss let me post a blog post during my lunch break today, it was rather nice of him. But this just hit me as I was reminding my cousin to bathe before his date with a girl. After I had said it I thought to myself, "should I really be telling him to bathe?"

The more I thought about it my mind was turned to cooking and a new technique that Celiece has started using, when she cooks brown minute rice she will toss a couple of bullion cubes into the water first which in turn gives the rice a nice chickeny flavor.

Consider metaphorically with me if you will, lets say the bath water is the boiling water, your own filth, sweat, blood, tears, is the bullion, and you are the brown minute rice. After your bath do you really want to be left with a nice chickeny flavor? I think not.

In this post Baths in general get a rating of 80's simply because they feel so 80's.

The Final Nail In The Coffin

This Post is a partial explanation of why I no longer attend UVSC or any other accredited scholastic institution for that matter. Last spring our friends, Dave and Aubree Rasmussen and Celiece and I started playing tennis for fun/exercise in the evenings at the local high school. We played for fun and sometimes for money off and on throughout the spring and then summer rolled around, I had told Celiece that I was done with school but she lured me back to school for spring semester with the thought of an easy A and some easy money from financial aid by taking a tennis class (she worked for UVSC at the time so they would pretty much pay us to play tennis.) So like a sucker drawn to free money and the thought of finally being able to pay off my debts that I owed to dave for the games I had lost I agreed to take the class with her.

The class was an eight week crash course on the basics of playing tennis, easy enough you would think. So Celiece and I went together, having a pretty good time and going to most of the classes, due to her being pregnant and a family reunion we missed a couple of weeks, keep in mind we BOTH missed a couple of weeks.

Now throughout the term we both showed some improvement, not enough to actually admit to anyone that we had taken a class but we showed alright improvement, Celiece claims she made more improvement even though I went and played more throughout the duration of the class but this is the kicker and the scapegoat reason of why I no longer attend UVSC, when we finally got our grades, keep in mind Celiece has already graduated so grades dont really matter but I had a "rep" I needed to keep up, Celiece got an A and I got an A-, thats right, a friggen A-. So for this post I am going to rate a few things:

The Teacher: B- (Grade based on him being a nice guy, but sort of picking out the kids that were good and sticking with them)
My Tennis Skills: Bronze Star (Based off the fact that the Good Lord decided not to bless me with athletic ability but golly I try, boy do I try.
My Anger: 112 Degrees Celsius , (I lose my temper a lot when playing tennis, Dave thinks the only thing I learned in my class was how to throw my raquet.)
UVSC: Lame-O (enough said)

Yes, but where does it come from?

When you are an artist like myself a lot of the time you get asked questions like, where does your inspiration come from, usually I respond with answers like Nature, The Moon, A Cool Refreshing Breeze on a Hot Summers Morning. But for this blog the inspiration comes from elsewhere, I owe and dedicate this blog to CHINIOY. If you are like me from time to time you will be going throughout your life and you will see something that you would like to comment on but alas you find yourself alone in your vehicle. Well thanks to my new T-Mobile Dash I am never alone and I am now able to capture those moments and come and share them with you, meanwhile adding the review of said moments as they would have been shared if you were there with me at the moment.

Now this is the first of such moments that I was able to capture with the aid of my trusted sidekick Dashy, as I like to call him. I was driving home one day and saw this pretty nice car with a huge piece of lumber or something hanging out of its sunroof. Now I don't profess to be an automobile connoisseur and I am not to familiar with BMW's but I think that the "7 Series" BMW is pretty high up there, second only to the 1400 and 7600 series. But yes the 7 Series is saved mainly for "ballers" and such. Now since this is that case and if you are or trying to come off as "baller" in my opnion you need to stay consistent with your message. If you are really as bling as you think you are, buy a truck and use that to tote around your 20 ft. Lumber. That's all I have to say about that.