Where is the wake!

So my question is where is the wake? The question this morning was where was the break light? No I did not have a wreck. This car in front of me today miraculously stopped. without using the breaks. At least that was how it appeared, given that her break lights were out.

She had no idea what was happening behind her. No one had been nice enough to bring to her attention that her break light's were out. Not even I took the time, after cursing and bringing my car to a overly dramatic stop, took the time to make her aware of what was happening. That somehow makes me feel less liek a human.

It makes me wonder if the person in this picture is looking backwards, or is paddling unknowingly straight ahead.

We set out on our trip. We do what we have been taught. We kick the tires, fill up with premium, check the oil, turn the key, and off we go. Since we have studied the map we know exactly how to get there. Now days there are numerous maps, detailing not only how to get there, but side trips to take along the way. Needles to say, we have “mapped our course.” Although if you watch prime time crime shows, mid-day talk shows, or late night news shows they would try to convince you that “we have mapped our course” should be replaced with, “our course was mapped.”

The issue is that we fail to check our rearview mirror, get out and check the tail lights. Or in my imagination to forget that sharks are attracted to shiny objects as we throw our 3 Musketeers wrapper overboard. Only to look the other way as it gets stuck to the underside of our flotation device.

Kayaking is not a team sport.

Midgets are funny too?

Labor Day Mencia

If you think about it Labor Day is a selfish holiday. Most other holidays are connected to reflections of great leaders or of battles, glory achieved over other races, individuals, nations, ect. To quote the U.S. Department of Labor, …”devoted to no man, living or dead, to no sect, race, or nation.” Labor Day is all about us (that’s you and me, not the nation)

At this point my thoughts switch to Billy Madison explaining the Industrial Revolution…sorta’. Labor day is like the little girl who cleaned her room and wanted a party to be thrown, like a alcoholic not drinking and standing on the street corner to preach to the people passing by, like a student going to school and asking to go home early because they attended the first three classes, or a pregnant mom not smoking and asking for some special federal funding as a reward.

So as mentioned in the blogg below I took full advantage. I patted myself on the back with both hands, tipped one back, and traveled to Atlantic City to see Carlos Mencia. I can now admit that I have laughed so hard I lost my voice. I have never seen anything so funny in my life.

Atlantic City was his first stop on his tour. The show started at 11:00 and didn’t get out until 1:30. My personal “Ebert and Roeper”!

Ebert: 20 thumbs up "Impeccably crafted …"
Roeper: 12 ½ Stars “Edgy and outrageous …"


A Must Go See This Fall (If in Texas replace fall with slightly cooler summer prior to spring)