I have two friends that have shared a pretty damn special moment!
Would you, (like all 50 of you! NOT that I'm counting.) do me a favour?
Take the 10 seconds it takes to drop by HERE and wish the new Mommy and Daddy all the best for me.
Two original TuckFards, (Mommy TotalTilt and Daddy NutzFirth) have just brought the latest TuckFard into this world.
And please remember that floppy ears being passed down from generation to generation is strictly a rumour, until proven as a fact.
:)
Welcome to TuckFarded'ness Brody Jason John Firth.
And to my readers,
My sincerest thanks for taking the 10 seconds....
1/07/2009
We are all insane. I dare you! Dispute it....
I'd made a comment on BadBlood's post yesterday, about sitting at the Poker table with your spouse. I compared it with one of my personal favorite expressions of all time and said, "Playing Poker with your spouse, (of the non-strip variety) could quite possibly be one of the silliest things we humans ever decided to do. It should fall somewhere right after the guy who said, "Look! A slimy muscly sluggey like thing in a shell! Man! I could so eat that right now."
Don't get me wrong, I love a good slug in some Garlic butter, but to be the very first one?"
Every time I use that expression, it seems to fuel debates on every aspect of the questions involved. Were the pioneers of food as we know it Brilliant, crazy or just hungry enough to try absolutely anything? I personally side with the theory that they were..... completely and utterly insane !!!
If the slimy slug turned French delicacy isn't enough for you, here's a few of my other favorites to back up my case for the looney bin.
So someone walked out into the Ocean and found this thing all stuck onto a rock. There were actually several of them. The things kind of looked like the rock itself, but they were just different enough to peak his/her interest. They plucked it off the rock with great effort and then found what looked like a little crack or something along one edge. "Maybe I can get that opened up and see what's inside. Maybe it's some kind of Sea nut or something." With a terrible amount of work, cut and raw bleeding hands from the edges of this thing, their discovery was a success.
"YUMMY !!! I just have to put that in my mouth!"
Shall I stick with the Sea to keep a theme going for a bit? Yeah, let's go that way for a while. These two also go along with the theme that, it couldn't possibly be any harder to assume that "food" is in the realm of possibility from their first discovery. Not to mention that it couldn't possibly have been any harder to get at that food the very first time as well.
As further evidence of insanity, I ask you to consider the wack jobs that first walked up to and then commenced figuring out how to get these two little goodies, into his/her belly.
On the subject of very popular and delicious Sea items, what the hell was going through the minds of the first ones that just had to fill their cakeholes with this little gem?
or how about this one?
Although I'll drop the Sea favorites because I think I've made a valid arguement with them already, I will present one more water based item for your consideration.
What do you think it took for the first person to discover, that only the Legs are acceptable eating material on this little must have munchy?
What was the mindset of the very first one to walk up and say, "whatever drops out of that things ass, is going to be our Breakfast. Hell, then we'll pull all of those feathers off of it and eat it too!"
Was there nothing at all wrong with the first freak to decide, "I could really go for a dish made up of the sheep’s heart, liver and lungs. I know! I'll stuff it all into its stomach and boil it up nice and tasty like!"
Here's a much more recent one for you. Pretty much everyone on the planet has had some form of Pepper in their lives. I don't know if it's crazy or not to have been the first one to take a bite out of this lovely little vegetable or not. Scary possibly, but compared to all of the other items listed so far, I'll have to give Joe Average Pepper biter a little slack. But there is a Pepper face stuffer that seriously supports my case out there somewhere.
Remember the first time you tried a real Jalapeno?
Sure was a little taste surprise, wasn't it? But it's not even my fellow Jalapeno lover's that have me concerned about our sanity. No, it's the guy that not only wanted to grow the Red Savina Pepper, but couldn't wait to shove it into his gob.
Why you ask? Remember that taste surprise from the Jalapeno? Well think about that and then, consider the following please.
Jalapeno Peppers = 10,000 Scoville Heat Units MAX.
The Red Savina was measured at 325,000 Scoville Heat Units.
That instantly makes me think of another mind boggler. Who the hell came up with this idea first?
It's a farm idea I guess. Could it have been the same guy as the Chicken droppings? Did he just sit there and watch for crap to come out of animals that he figured he could eat? You got me on this one.
I think I'm making an excellent case against the sanity of the human race so, here's my last one for today. You decide please dear reader, what did it take for someone to come up with the idea to eat this?
I rest my case!
Since there's always a very first one to try damn near anything, sanity can not be involved in any part of the Human equation. I have hundreds of other items of evidence against us, perhaps you do too if you really think it out. Since our creation, we Humans have been unequivicably and terminally..... INSANE !
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
Don't get me wrong, I love a good slug in some Garlic butter, but to be the very first one?"
Every time I use that expression, it seems to fuel debates on every aspect of the questions involved. Were the pioneers of food as we know it Brilliant, crazy or just hungry enough to try absolutely anything? I personally side with the theory that they were..... completely and utterly insane !!!
If the slimy slug turned French delicacy isn't enough for you, here's a few of my other favorites to back up my case for the looney bin.
So someone walked out into the Ocean and found this thing all stuck onto a rock. There were actually several of them. The things kind of looked like the rock itself, but they were just different enough to peak his/her interest. They plucked it off the rock with great effort and then found what looked like a little crack or something along one edge. "Maybe I can get that opened up and see what's inside. Maybe it's some kind of Sea nut or something." With a terrible amount of work, cut and raw bleeding hands from the edges of this thing, their discovery was a success.
"YUMMY !!! I just have to put that in my mouth!"
Shall I stick with the Sea to keep a theme going for a bit? Yeah, let's go that way for a while. These two also go along with the theme that, it couldn't possibly be any harder to assume that "food" is in the realm of possibility from their first discovery. Not to mention that it couldn't possibly have been any harder to get at that food the very first time as well.
As further evidence of insanity, I ask you to consider the wack jobs that first walked up to and then commenced figuring out how to get these two little goodies, into his/her belly.
On the subject of very popular and delicious Sea items, what the hell was going through the minds of the first ones that just had to fill their cakeholes with this little gem?
or how about this one?
Although I'll drop the Sea favorites because I think I've made a valid arguement with them already, I will present one more water based item for your consideration.
What do you think it took for the first person to discover, that only the Legs are acceptable eating material on this little must have munchy?
What was the mindset of the very first one to walk up and say, "whatever drops out of that things ass, is going to be our Breakfast. Hell, then we'll pull all of those feathers off of it and eat it too!"
Was there nothing at all wrong with the first freak to decide, "I could really go for a dish made up of the sheep’s heart, liver and lungs. I know! I'll stuff it all into its stomach and boil it up nice and tasty like!"
Here's a much more recent one for you. Pretty much everyone on the planet has had some form of Pepper in their lives. I don't know if it's crazy or not to have been the first one to take a bite out of this lovely little vegetable or not. Scary possibly, but compared to all of the other items listed so far, I'll have to give Joe Average Pepper biter a little slack. But there is a Pepper face stuffer that seriously supports my case out there somewhere.
Remember the first time you tried a real Jalapeno?
Sure was a little taste surprise, wasn't it? But it's not even my fellow Jalapeno lover's that have me concerned about our sanity. No, it's the guy that not only wanted to grow the Red Savina Pepper, but couldn't wait to shove it into his gob.
Why you ask? Remember that taste surprise from the Jalapeno? Well think about that and then, consider the following please.
Jalapeno Peppers = 10,000 Scoville Heat Units MAX.
The Red Savina was measured at 325,000 Scoville Heat Units.
That instantly makes me think of another mind boggler. Who the hell came up with this idea first?
It's a farm idea I guess. Could it have been the same guy as the Chicken droppings? Did he just sit there and watch for crap to come out of animals that he figured he could eat? You got me on this one.
I think I'm making an excellent case against the sanity of the human race so, here's my last one for today. You decide please dear reader, what did it take for someone to come up with the idea to eat this?
I rest my case!
Since there's always a very first one to try damn near anything, sanity can not be involved in any part of the Human equation. I have hundreds of other items of evidence against us, perhaps you do too if you really think it out. Since our creation, we Humans have been unequivicably and terminally..... INSANE !
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
1/05/2009
Is that really all you've got....
Lying around on the ice, flailing away and hoping for a penalty? Is that REALLY all you've got? We'll take your best shot. BOOOM, here comes the BOOOM, here comes the BOOOOM. We'll take your best shot, BOOOOOOM !!
One game, one Nation....... five in a row!
FIVE !!!!!
You think you're a sports fan, try being Canadian for these last 4 hours.
With any luck at all, I may never be sober again.
Oh.... and Peb's played Poker! Got sucked out on HUGE! Eight times in a row, after showing the best hand each of the 13 of 19 hands she played. She folded J-J to DonKaaa's natch A-A. The very next hand, she let J-J go to Kat's re-raise.
"I guess J-J wasn't meant to be my hand tonight!"
Say it with me, "that's Poker!"
Hockey on the other hand.............
THAT's CANADA !
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
One game, one Nation....... five in a row!
FIVE !!!!!
You think you're a sports fan, try being Canadian for these last 4 hours.
With any luck at all, I may never be sober again.
Oh.... and Peb's played Poker! Got sucked out on HUGE! Eight times in a row, after showing the best hand each of the 13 of 19 hands she played. She folded J-J to DonKaaa's natch A-A. The very next hand, she let J-J go to Kat's re-raise.
"I guess J-J wasn't meant to be my hand tonight!"
Say it with me, "that's Poker!"
Hockey on the other hand.............
THAT's CANADA !
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
Hockey that matters....
If you even remotely think you like Hockey, I hope you've been watching this.
Without a shadow of a doubt, the best Hockey being played anywhere in the world right now, has been played in this World Junior tournament.
It should only get better tonight too!
Canada vs. Sweden for the Gold Medal at 7:00pm est.
Peb's may play in the TuckFard games tonight, I don't know for certain though. I just know that my ass will be planted in front of the tube, while our Nation's best 17, 18 & 19 year old players, try to win a fifth straight Gold Medal for their country.
After the thrill of the games between Canada and the U.S. on New Year's Eve, and then Canada's impressive victory over the Russians just the other day to get into the Gold Medal game, I can't wait to see what level these incredible young men can take their game to next.
Go Canada Go !!
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
Without a shadow of a doubt, the best Hockey being played anywhere in the world right now, has been played in this World Junior tournament.
It should only get better tonight too!
Canada vs. Sweden for the Gold Medal at 7:00pm est.
Peb's may play in the TuckFard games tonight, I don't know for certain though. I just know that my ass will be planted in front of the tube, while our Nation's best 17, 18 & 19 year old players, try to win a fifth straight Gold Medal for their country.
After the thrill of the games between Canada and the U.S. on New Year's Eve, and then Canada's impressive victory over the Russians just the other day to get into the Gold Medal game, I can't wait to see what level these incredible young men can take their game to next.
Go Canada Go !!
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
1/04/2009
2009, The Molitor existence....
Meeting one of your heroes.... is a pretty exceptional thing. I've been fortunate enough to have met all of mine. "Meeting" meaning, way more than a quick chat and a signature for that picture on the wall.
But meeting one that exceeds every possible expectation, helps define a life you plan to live.... from a life you think you want to live.
Paul was a pure hitter. Not in the Babe way, not in the Geohrig way either. For some, he was not even in the same class as Ted Williams. But Paul hit the ball just the same.
I am who I am, from one sentence uttered at the end of a Brewers game. One sentence, from someone that REALLY understood what it was to live. Someone, that may understand better than anyone I know, what it means to really live.
At the time, he was an incredulous 26 hits away from a record that had stood for an incredibly long time. He was also a phenomenon that had never experienced his full potential. He was not a whole lot more than what he went to bat with every single night however, he was just Paul Molitor.
Paul Molitor is just that, nothing more than Paul Molitor.
"There's two choices each of us need to make. The most important, is to not just exist. The other is to merely exist and get through the day-to-day crap as best we can." he said with the steely glare that could freeze a pitcher faster than any words thrown out at a press conference, prior to the game.
I chose to "hear" those words, spoken as a wisdom handed down from the voice of experience. "From this point on, I will not just exist." I said, as I left County Stadium that night.
Dying is what you can decide that you are doing. Living however, is a choice that you may not even know is right in front of you.
I implore you dear reader, choose wisely!
For dying is inevitable! But living, I mean really living! Is something you'll only ever get one shot at!
I may have thought I'd lived a full life right up until this moment. But moving forward, I may live more than most of you think imaginable. I have no time to lose, no time to reflect. I only have time left. It won't be wasted on misery, nore on reflection.
My time may be wasted in the eyes of those more judgemental than I. But not one moment of my own personal time, will ever be wasted in the pursuit of something less meaningful than living itself.
One freezing cold Wisconsin evening, as the frost had decided to make it's return to County Stadium, one man made me consider the true meaning of life.
"Live or exist! It's really just that simple."
I've always chosen living but for some reason, things start anew today. As they did back a few years ago. My Molitor moment, just may have taken a few year's longer to really sink in, than even he may have expected, as he was trying to teach me.
But teach me he did!
I choose to live! Existing is for the dying.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
But meeting one that exceeds every possible expectation, helps define a life you plan to live.... from a life you think you want to live.
Paul was a pure hitter. Not in the Babe way, not in the Geohrig way either. For some, he was not even in the same class as Ted Williams. But Paul hit the ball just the same.
I am who I am, from one sentence uttered at the end of a Brewers game. One sentence, from someone that REALLY understood what it was to live. Someone, that may understand better than anyone I know, what it means to really live.
At the time, he was an incredulous 26 hits away from a record that had stood for an incredibly long time. He was also a phenomenon that had never experienced his full potential. He was not a whole lot more than what he went to bat with every single night however, he was just Paul Molitor.
Paul Molitor is just that, nothing more than Paul Molitor.
"There's two choices each of us need to make. The most important, is to not just exist. The other is to merely exist and get through the day-to-day crap as best we can." he said with the steely glare that could freeze a pitcher faster than any words thrown out at a press conference, prior to the game.
I chose to "hear" those words, spoken as a wisdom handed down from the voice of experience. "From this point on, I will not just exist." I said, as I left County Stadium that night.
Dying is what you can decide that you are doing. Living however, is a choice that you may not even know is right in front of you.
I implore you dear reader, choose wisely!
For dying is inevitable! But living, I mean really living! Is something you'll only ever get one shot at!
I may have thought I'd lived a full life right up until this moment. But moving forward, I may live more than most of you think imaginable. I have no time to lose, no time to reflect. I only have time left. It won't be wasted on misery, nore on reflection.
My time may be wasted in the eyes of those more judgemental than I. But not one moment of my own personal time, will ever be wasted in the pursuit of something less meaningful than living itself.
One freezing cold Wisconsin evening, as the frost had decided to make it's return to County Stadium, one man made me consider the true meaning of life.
"Live or exist! It's really just that simple."
I've always chosen living but for some reason, things start anew today. As they did back a few years ago. My Molitor moment, just may have taken a few year's longer to really sink in, than even he may have expected, as he was trying to teach me.
But teach me he did!
I choose to live! Existing is for the dying.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
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