Jumping into the light

Evel Knievel died today. He spent many years risking his well-being, often at great harm to himelf, to make a living and a life as a “dare devil.”

Knievel was “the man,” coolest of the cool, when I was little. I remember watching him on Wide World of Sports, watching his “agony of defeat.” What I remember the most was what an iconic figure he was. He was larger than life. My cousins had his Dare Devil set and other action figures. I also seem to remember somekind of big wheel thing or maybe even a bike with Knievel’s #1. Whatever the mode of childhood transportation, my cousins tried jumps and always wanted to be Evel Knievel.

The real Knievel lived a hard and fast life and had many illnesses. He was human. Because he knew he was human, at one point in his adult life, he turned everything over to God. So, I guess you could say that today, Evel Knievel experienced his softest landing ever.

Btw., did you know that Knievel tried out for the Flyers? Wow!
(H/T: MSN)

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(Thanks to all of you for entering. I have fun reading the entries.)

5. Wyatt Earp: Hillary: “What? I just asked her to vote Democrat!”

4. Vincent Antonelli: “I’ll give you nationalized healthcare, little missy! And your little dog too!”

3. Cowboy Blob: So, we played “I Got Your Nose”… I’ve got to take things from you for your own good.

2. Skul: I won’t take ALL your savings dearie, just most of it.

And the winner of this week’s contest is!!!
1. Rodney Dill: Sorry take her away, I already had one for breakfast.



November 30 is St. Andrews Day, so I will indulge in my heritage. Enjoy the music, poetry, comedy, and spirit with which this is all expressed:

Here is a guy named Johnny Bagpipes. He does a mean Angus Young (have to watch the entire clip) and Eddie Van Halen on his pipes.

Here is Scottish comedian Billy Connolly. You’ve seen him on television and in movies. (Major use of the “F” word alert.)

Finally, here is Robert Burns’s poem, “Scots Whae’ Hae.” Bascially, it was written at a time when everyone would say: “F’k you, England!” Heh.

Scots, Wha Hae.

Scots, wha hae wi’ Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed
Or to victorie!

Now’s the day, and now’s the hour:
See the front o’ battle lour,
See approach proud Edward’s power –
Chains and slaverie!

Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha will fill a coward’s grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave? –
Let him turn, and flee!

Wha for Scotland’s King and Law
Freedom’s sword will strongly draw,
Freeman stand or freeman fa’,
Let him follow me!

By oppression’s woes and pains,
By your sons in servile chains,
We will drain our dearest veins
But they shall be free!

Lay the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty’s in every blow!
Let us do or dee!
–Robert Burns

Ever have a dream?

When I was a little girl (around 8 or so) I started asking (read: begging) for a guitar or a piano. That’s all I wanted. I even asked Santa. Money was really, squeaky tight in my family, so it was one thing my mom couldn’t give me, and I learned at a young age to never ask my dad for anything. When I was in fourth grade I played the flute as part of my school’s music program (Shut up, Wyatt) and I did really well (Shut up, Wyatt!). In fact, I couldn’t wait to go to that school because that meant I could take music lessons. When the school year was finished, we didn’t have the money for me to continue, so that was that.

The past three years (since I got sick), I’ve been trying to take more risks and live a little. As a lot of you know, my job pretty much consumes my life, so I’ve been wanting to do something that would take my mind off of it. The past year I’ve hemmed and hawed about taking guitar lessons. Finally, last week, I shook off the fear of looking dumb and went to my local music store and signed up for guitar lessons.

Tonight, I had my first lesson. What a freakin’ trip. First, my instructor was ripped-drunk as a skunk. It was kind of funny, because I kept f’king with his head and being a smart-ass. He gave me an hour and a half lesson, for which I will only pay a half hour’s fee. They gave me a loaner guitar until I get mine. He actually did a good job, but the drunkenness kept taking him to “zen-musicianville.” I know that town really well from hanging out with many drunk musicians. Well, I was usually one of the drunks, too. He finally fessed up at the end of the lesson and apologized. It’s all good. If he does it again, I won’t go back. However, I’ll give him a second chance. I did learn some stuff and I have a week to practice. He didn’t even make me pay.

There is one really cool guy that repairs guitars. He played his guitar for me and went into the “philosophy” of why a person should want to play music. I was giggling on the inside because I have had many of those conversations in the past and tonight was probably the first time I’ve been a part of one of those conversations sober. I was kind of wishing that he could give me lessons. He was cool, and I’m told he speaks to no one, so he must of thought I had a brain.

Good thing I have a sense of humor and understand people. And for the record I learned my nails are too long, I was born with rhythm, I need to learn to relax my left hand (but I’m skeerd of f’king up), and I have numb fingertips. Philosophy dude said to use epsom salts and water to soak my hand and that I should be sure to moisturize. Heh…gotta take care of those hands. My “teacher” promised I’d be jamming like crazy by July. Yeah, but he was drunk! HA! (Btw., philosophy guy said zen guy is never like the way he was tonight. It better NEVER happen again.)


EW.com posted the “Ultimate Cheesy-Ballad Playlist.” Some of their choices are…

“Open Arms”-Journey
“Glory of Love”-Peter Cetera
“Lost in Your Eyes”-Debbie Gibson
“Weekend in New England”-Barry Manilow
“Somewhere Out There”-Linda Ronstadt & James Ingram
“Crazy for You”-Madonna
“Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman”-Bryan Adams
“Against All Odds”-Phil Collins
“You’re in Love”-Wilson Phillips

And the list goes on including Richard Marx, Berlin, and Extreme.

I think I’d include (because they drive me nuts and I never EVER want to hear them again):
“Wind Beneath My Wings”-Bette Midler
“Home Sweet Home”-Motley Crue
“My Heart Will Go On”-Celine Dion

All the fiction that’s fit to print

Senator Teddy Kennedy has been signed to compose his memoirs.

Hachette Book Group USA (what an ironic name), will publish Kennedy’s prose. Kennedy hopes that his “reflections can contribute to a deeper understanding of many events in the history of this great country and to a more in-depth picture of an American family.”

Yeah, right, Teddy. All people want to hear about is the truth and you won’t write it. Memoirs are based on selected moments in a person’s life as that person “experienced” them.

Why do I foresee a memory clouded by the haze that’s surrounded the Senator throughout his 45 years in the Senate?

(H/T: Boston.com)

Got any ideas for the book title?