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Jeepers Creepers!

Those of you who know me are well aware of my obsession with vehicles. Well, last week I talked my wife into letting me trade my pickup truck for a 2005 Jeep Wrangler! That's right, we've joined the club. The wife and I are now Jeepers!

Watch out WV, we're gonna Jeep all over you!

Chronically Late People

You probably know one. You might work with one. You might be affected by one on a regular basis. You might be married to one. Heck, you might even be one! However, I just don't understand them. How can someone be chronically late?

I'm not talking about someone who works long hours and comes home late. I'm not even talking about someone who's late once in a while. It happens. I understand. None of us are perfect. I'm talking about the person who's late to absolutely everything they do.

There are two types of chronically late people. The first type might move with a purpose... a purpose of disorganization and frustration. They pass you on the freeway going way too fast. They have high blood pressure. They're always in disarray. Their offices are a mess because they're always searching for something for the next meeting that started five minutes ago. They stick out like a sore thumb.

The second type is far more difficult to pick out. You don't know that they're chronically late until it's.... well, uhm... too late (pun intended). These are the people who know they're late and they just don't care. They show up a half an hour late and don't apologize. They consistently make you late. These are the type of people you tell to meet you at 6:30 if you want to see them at 7:00. You might hear one of these people say, "I'm always late. It's just the way I am." These are the most frustrating.

Time is important. Time means a lot to people who like to enjoy it. Time is precious to those who cherish it. That's why I can't understand a person who doesn't value their own or someone else's. It's probably the rudest of all bad habits and it's my biggest pet peeve. It's arrogant and selfish.

If your chronic lateness takes away other people's time, I hope you realize it. You can be on time. You just have to prepare and it isn't that hard.

If this post makes you feel guilty, change that bad habit before it's too late (again, pun intended... damn I love puns)!

Disclaimer: I'm not speaking of anyone who reads this blog... all four of you. Don't be offended!

It's Our Game

Great commercial, Canada. I'm pulling for you. The greatest hockey players in the world grow up in Canada and eventually leave for a higher payday. Once every four years they play for you, however. This is your time to shine and show the world what you're all about. It is indeed your game. Thanks for sharing it with your greedy brothers to the south.


How aboot that?

The Western Pennsylvania Sports Museum

This Saturday my wife and I stopped in at the Western Pennsylvania Sports Museum. It's located in Pittsburgh's Strip District only minutes from Heinz Field and PNC Park. There are 4 floors of sports artifacts, memorabilia and information.

Here's a jersey and helmet worn by Mario Lemieux in the 1991 Stanley Cup Finals when the Penguins defeated the Minnesota Northstars in six games.

Here's one for Unlce Mike. Juan Pablo Montoya drove this car to victory in the 2000 Indianapolis 500.

My wife suited up for a little practice between the pipes while we were there. Notice the mean face. I've heard she's undefeated this year in shootouts. Don't bring it glove-hand.

These are the shoes Franco Harris wore when he caught (many would object to that word) the Immaculate Reception... perhaps the most controversial play in NFL history. Notice Jack Flemming's call of the play when you click on the link.

Roberto Clemente used this bat in 1966. While at the museum I saw an interesting quote from Roberto. A reporter asked him how long he'd like to play baseball. Roberto responded, "I'd like to play until I have 3000 hits." Clemente died in 1972 with exactly 3000 hits. His legacy is extremely intriguing. He was as good of a humanitarian as he was a baseball player.

And this one really brings back memories. This is one of the roller coaster cars from Kennywood's Racer. I can't tell you how many times I rode this when I was a kid. Two cars on two seperate tracks "raced" each other side by side. You were so close to the other car that you could reach out and touch its occupants. Fun stuff.


If you're ever in Pittsburgh, take the time to stop. It's an enjoyable way to spend a couple hours.

The Love Pizza

Apparently Husson's, a chain pizza joint in Charleston, has been serving these up every February for years. This evening, Valentines Day, Homeyette and I decided we'd give 'er a try.


It tasted like pizza.

The Puppy Bowl

During the Super Bowl (which I horribly predicted), Animal Planet aired Puppy Bowl VI. It was a canine alternative to the football and pop culture madness aired on CBS. Puppies were placed in a football field shaped cage and videotaped for hours on end. Animal Planet then aired the highlights and made jokes and amusing football references that could make concrete statue crack a smile. Check out the starting lineup:



Isn't Bandit cute?

What Puppy Bowl is complete without a Kitty Halftime Show?



Sickening, eh? Sickening, but slightly appealing. We're goobers.

The "Who Dat" Dog

New Orleans Saints fans have a well known chant... "Who dat? Who dat? Who dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints? Who dat? Who dat?" Many times it's shortened to a quick, "Who dat?" Therefore, we have the "Who dat" Dog (above). Cute, right?

Unfortunately I don't believe the "Who Dat" nation is going to have much luck this evening. Peyton Manning is just too good. He's smart, he's quick to get rid of the ball and he's an outstanding leader. The only chance the Saints have is to get to Peyton Manning quickly and often, or he'll pick them apart. Get in his face or he's gonna make you pay.

Prediction:

Indianapolis Colts - 33

Who Dats - 27

The Prettiest Picture I've Ever Taken

This view was a short walk from our condo on Kauai, Hawaii.

Music Monday

The first place I heard this song was on a Cadillac commercial. Take a listen. It's quite catchy. It's Phoenix playing "1901."