Frantic Friday : The Easily Distracted Edition.... (NSFW)

It's really no secret but just in case we haven't actually met face-to-face yet, the kid that hangs around here is really, REALLY easily distracted.

I mean it takes nothing at all either! If you can :

that almost anything can be a :

for me, then it shouldn't be that hard for you to consider what happens when you simply add :

Yeah, I know! But I'm just simple that way I guess. I get thrown off by even the smallest of distractions and when things get all combined and shit, I have no chance.

Like if I were to run across say :

at the same time, I'd be completely useless.

I actually don't even need the Beer when things are done in combos! Just throw something shiny into the equation like :

and I'll be a mess.

It really isn't my fault though right? I mean, I was taught to appreciate the finer things in life from a very early age. Take a look back at an old picture of me when I was just a baby, and I don't think you'll find it hard to see where my love and appreciation of :

came from.

Am I right here or what?

You never want to see the heap of uslessness I become, if the distractions come at me in threes! No siree Bub. Get me in a distraction :

and you might as well forget using me for anything related to intelligence.

You also don't want to get me messed up with any of those double entendre distractions, take for example the :

Listen, maybe I'm not getting my point across properly at all. Let's go through the latest example and maybe, just maybe, it'll help you to see how easily distracted I really can be.

OK so just the other day, I wanted to take the Deathmobile™ in for a :

As I drive up to the area where you pay and get in line, this incredibly hot attendant starts walking towards me. I felt like rolling the car back a little you know? Just to try and make that walk of hers last a little longer!

Anywho.... I rolled down my window and she walked a bit closer and asked :

Good Lord son, let me tell you what. So many possible answers came to mind right at that very moment, that I think I actually let a little :

out! If I didn't, it would've been a miracle.

More on my distraction? How about the three guys honking their horns at me from behind my position in line? That hottie was looking just as good walking away from me and I wasn't moving anywhere just yet. When I did eventually lose site of that fine and very :

I started pulling the car ahead a little.

Stuck in the back of my mind though, was the total distraction of the little touch of :

she was also showing. Man that was nice!

OK so I pull up to the point of almost going into the wash itself. That's when I notice the two attendants at the front are totally drenched. They looked really happy and all, but it wasn't the hottest of days and they probably should have taken the time to get out of those soaking :

Now here I am trying to be all nice and care about their well being and stuff, when I'm distracted again. Yep, as they're starting to spray and soap up the front of the car, one of them's proudly displaying her :

Here I go again, Sheesh!

After I stopped staring at her ass for what seemed like an eternity and way to little time all at once, I noticed that she was also a fellow bird lover. Her shirt had something about her love of the :

on it. Nice!

So I'm just about through the wash and as I approach where they're going to towel down the car to finish up the drying, I hear :

I look over to the side a touch and there in a chair, is this seriously hot :

I'm like, no one is EVER going to believe this! I had to figure out how to tell someone though! So I started :

Riggs. I figured I'd tell him about it, then shoot a pic to go along with the message. I never got that far.

Just as I started the message, the :

"Girls, that car is not clean enough. Do it all over again!"

She also told one of them to get in the car with me and since I'd been put out so, they should, "do a real number on the interior and exterior this time."

So the other hottie from earlier on at the front, jumps right in the Deathmobile™ with me. Now that I was getting a much closer look, I couldn't help but notice how much she actually looked like :

I mean :

I remember as a kid going into the car wash with Barney, the only thing that ever held my attention were all the little :

the mist used to make.

My how things have changed huh. For the better of course!

So we go through the whole process again, only this time I've got some really hot company. As we approach the front to get started again, there's the two drenched wenches ready to get to soaping.

My passenger lets out a whisper of a sigh... no, more like a gentle moan or purr and say's, "Don't you just love little :

like that?"

It was then I noticed that she was referring to the thong display ahead.

All I could say was :

I remember being really, really :

right there and then.

Son of a gun! I'll be damned if I can remember what this post was supposed to be about!

MAN I get distracted easily!

My sincerest thanks for dropping by....


So, what's wrong with me....

Move along right now if you wish. There'll be no Poker or Boob content here today I'm afraid. I just need to get some stuff out of my system.

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Although I can't begin to imagine the torment of burying your own child, I can tell you how deeply the pain sank into my very being, as I watched two of my loved ones have to experience exactly that yesterday.

Cousin Darrell was a fun and outgoing young man. I say young despite the fact that he had me covered in years, because Darrell was a true master of maintaining his inner-child. If you know me, that's really saying something!

Young Christina wasn't up to actually doing the eulogy that she had written for her Father, so she asked if the priest could possibly do it for her. It was as light and fun as a eulogy could be I guess, but to watch her face come to the realization that those moments will never occur again, hit home pretty hard with my Father and I.

Yeah Dad and I had a pretty amazing start to our life together and Lord knows the middle stages were about as rough as it can get between a Father and Son for certain. But it's the now we live in and the future we have to look forward to, that has us taking a better look at each other as we go along.

Why as humans we are so stupid and close minded, that it can take watching a Father bury his Son or a Daughter bury her Father, before we realize the love that exists between us is beyond me.

I study and try and Learn from Pebbles, Fred and Wilma and the rest of that gang, but even yesterday as I sat next to my own Father, I realized that all of those lessons hadn't transferred all that well, into our relationship as Father and Son.


I know it stops at me, yet I didn't do anything about it.


Peb's got us together after all of the tough years and I know we've made some great headway. Yet I still haven't, (or won't?) take everything I learn about being a loving and caring family from Peb's side, and make it happen on my own damn families side.


Maybe this is a question I should ask out loud?
Maybe I should start with Dad.

Whether you're still here at this point or were smart enough to bail right at the start,

My sincerest thanks for dropping by....


With time to spare....

As part of my Blogger community service hours, it appears that I need to provide some type of actual "service."

We all know writings out!

Poker lessons..... BA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA.

I think I give enough positive life is just so frickin' incredible, honestly people listen to me and keep that glass half full is the only way to live your life advice, that it should count.

But apparently not.

So instead I offer you something from my other forte.

Here are my three top, (current) time wasters.

1) This one just makes me smile all the time. Even when I'm not watching, I keep the sound on in the background. I saw the large one of the three born... uuuuuuh.... well, we'll just say some time ago. Now I check back daily.

2) Feeling destructive? Crush the Castle may just be what you need. Easy-Peasy-Remon-Squeezy, Crush the Castle just makes you feel good about yourself. I mean nothing say's I'm successful, like causing the deaths of thirty-two Kings and Queens hiding behind a little block and wooden beam.

You fire up your Trebushet thingy :

and try and destroy all the life in the little Fort like thingies.

Honestly, it's a blast!

3) For the less destructive but highly competitive of you out there, there's always Sky-Sling. Pretty simple game actually. You just pull back on your sling to fire a ball.

Get rid of all the black dots and move on. You only start with 50 shots so, some of the levels up in the twenties can be rather interesting.

It's a thinkers game that's rather addictive.

What could be more fun?

No no, don't thank me now! Thank me after you've lost your job because, "just when they thought you couldn't possibly be any less productive!"


My sincerest thanks for dropping by....


Life, Death & Taxes....

Right off the top, huge congrats to my friend JJOK and also to ACTYPER, for taking down the BBT4 T.o.C. WSoP seats! That's an awesome accomplishment in my books!

Speciar congrats arso to CK. Third prace in that fierd, is trury an incredibre thing! :)

I also want to say a big thanks to Al. What he's done for us as a community over these four series, is nothing short of amazing. I'd expect that he won't be seeing any un-closed bar tabs, when any of us are around him for the next little bit. Oh and SoCo neat, water back should do the trick, if you just so happen to see the man.

I didn't get to join in on the fun as much as I wanted, but I donated my share to the prize pool every chance I did get.

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Sadly, I had a cousin pass away this weekend. A brain aneurysm pretty much took control of him for his last 48 hrs. on this rock. He'll be missed very much. God's speed Darrell.

It seems that with every death that comes my way, I tend to lean harder and harder on my half full glass. This weekend was no different. Firstly, it took almost no time at all from when I first heard the news about Darrell, to discover a new life right in my own backyard.

Hopefully it won't be too long before he get's a little of his Father's red hair,

and will join Mom and Dad out by the deck.

Then Peb's and I took in one of our favorite activities around these parts this weekend as well. It was the Spring version of the Automotive Flea Market, just up the road from us in Bedrock. Anything automotive that you can imagine, can probably be found there. There must have been 1000 venders there this weekend. Some big company's like Maguires and Mothers selling waxes and polishes of course. But mostly it was full of the small guy with a garage full of bits and pieces, all putting everything out for any reasonable offer.

There are also cars. Hundreds and hundreds of some of the finest classic collectable cars you'll ever see, all in one place. From mint condition early Mustangs,

to a Crown Victoria with a paint job, that just had to be seen.

This was almost an entirely American Classic collection, but there were a few exotics thrown in the mix here and there. I even saw one that The Doc just might have liked.

Hell! With all of the American Muscle that was just sitting around looking so damn fine, I even managed to find the perfect car for Waffles!

Peb's was getting really, really close, to thinking about runnin' some shine in her Big Block Plymouth.

I think she'd look pretty damn good behind the wheel of that thing. Mind you, I think my Peb's would look pretty damn good, no matter what the hell she was driving!

Despite not going there with the intention to purchase anything, and seeing a couple of my favorite


Darrell's passing had a way of reminding me, how short life really can be when you think about it.

So when I ran across a make and model that has always peaked my interest, I went and did a little more than take a good looking picture of it.

In fact, I just got off the phone with the 'current' owner and negotiations are now under way. I think this little '64 Fury from Arizona is going to look mighty fine sitting out in front of the cave don't you?

Oh and no.

It definately isn't holding a cute little 225 slant six under the hood!


My sincerest thanks for dropping by....