To pee or not to pee that is the question or debate as it is. The debate is over Scrubbing Bubbles Toilet Cleaning Gel. A little history first. The first time I saw one of these cleaning gels it was dried up and discolored. It looked like someone threw the curve ball at the porcelain. (that's a catcher holding up two fingers also know as a deuce). I had no idea it was a cleaner.
Okay so now the debate. My wife places the gel onto the side of the bowl so that every time you flush you get this pleasant aroma throughout the bathroom and it cleans the toilet. I see it or anything else that is placed into the toilet as a target. Ready. Aim. FIRE! Now with me mistreating the Scrubbing Bubbles, (remember the old bathtub commercials) they don't last as long as they should. But every time I fire a fastball (that's the old number 1) I get a highly pleasant smelling fragrance. It's so much more pleasant than that coffee I drank at 8 a.m. And it's a double win for me. I get to have fun and aroma therapy at the same time.
So the debate is "Is it a cleaner or entertainment?"
And as for the little Scrubbing Bubbles, I say "Piss on 'em!"
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Tagged: I feel so dirty
I was on facebook yesterday when I received a message informing me that I had been tagged. "Great" I thought, "Another forwarding game with dire consequences if I don't re-post or send to 30,000 people in the next 3 minutes." Alas, it was a tag in another's blog. Brett Minor's blog actually.( you can go there at by clicking his link on the side of my page) I went to dictionary.com to look up the word "tag" (because I'm cool like that) and found that it had so many different meanings. "And your tagging me how?" Anyway I'm playing along. It's a good way to advertise others blogs and maybe have some fun. We all like visitors. I guess you all get a closer look inside my brain. You might want to wash your eyes out with Holy Water when your finished.
Okay, here we go.
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Okay, here we go.
TAG QUESTIONS:
Do you think you're hot?
I'm unshowered wearing an undersized tee shirt with unbrushed teeth. Yeah, I'm still hot.
I'm unshowered wearing an undersized tee shirt with unbrushed teeth. Yeah, I'm still hot.
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The life and death of me, my 3.
When was the last time you ate chicken?
Yesterday for lunch. It was General Tso's chicken. I hope he didn't want it.What were you thinking while doing this?
The joke I came up with yesterday. What kind of insects only come out on Halloween? (as I'm flashing you) Boo-bees! Yeah, I know, sooooo 5th grade.What song or songs have you listened to recently?
I recently added a playlist to my blog. It's at the bottom. Click play and you can get the answer.Do you have any nicknames? If so what are they?
I've had so many nicknames in my life, it's hard to keep up. Most of the nicknames are just my name with suffixes ( or is it suffi) added to it. Here is a short list: Shaney, Shaner, Shane-ige, Shane-o, Shane-o-mac, Samy, Sambo, Sam2, Mouse ( I was small and could run fast and would steal the ball away before the other player knew I was there), Superfrog, ( I was jumping rope really silly one day in P.E.), Pickle, ( I got a haircut one day and a co-worker said I looked like the pickle on Veggie-tales. IT'S a Cucumber, Diana). Umm let's see, well my brother has called me some interesting things, but I won't go there.
Tag 5 bloggers
Oy. I haven't been doing this very long. So I don't know a lot of bloggers but here it goes. And the nominees are:little lelas thoughts by Lela Bremen
Lela is my sister-in-law. She is currently stationed in Iraq. She doesn't have much time to blog but gives interesting details of life over there.
transformed nonconformist by Brett Minor
Brett and I worked together at First Cellular many years ago. Later we went to the same church, where I did not recognize him. He was running a tattoo shop, had a beard and many piercings. His blog is fun and sometimes way out there.
The Reynolds Family by Michelle (Germann) Reynolds
I went to grade school with Michelle. She was my first crush although she didn't know. Michelle blogs about daily life with her family. But she hasn't blogged lately. Maybe being tagged will stir her into action.
Rasing Kaitlyn by Jenny Connor-Blachy
I went to high school with Jenny. She was good friends with my wife. Jenny's blog is a pictorial journey of raising her daughter. Jenny was also first to give me feedback on my blog. Something all bloggers crave. She hasn't blogged lately either. We're waiting.
I don't have a fifth. I could tag myself but I don't want to do this a second time then a third and forth and so on. So now I have tagged 4 well 3 since Brett tagged me. I'm guessing there are no tag-backs but I don't know, nobody sent me the rules!
Deuces.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
The Return of Bitchy Shane
Whenever I am ask what my political affililation is, I will respond "I am a Constitutionalist," usually I will get blank stares back. Occasionally, people will ask, "What's that?" And in case you're wandering: I believe the U.S. Constitution is the single greatest document ever written.(excluding the Holy Bible) Even though it has some flaws, (such as being written by rich, slave owning white guys) It should be what all three branches of our government should follow in order to do their jobs. With that being said, I present to you items that I deem "Unconstitutional."
Have you ever driven to a store and can't find a parking spot, then like a miracle sent from God, a spot in the front row is open. When you start to pull in, you discover that it's a handicap spot. !#$&%*&#! I remember when the first handicap spot appeared. Yeah, it was a nice gesture. But soon that one spot turned into a double so that people in wheel chairs could use them. I was still okay with that. Then they passed the law. Now every store has 15 to 100 spaces dedicated to "handicapped" people. First of all it's Unconstitutional, because it creates a group of people who can only park there. Think of the old footage you see with "White's Only" drinking fountains. It's the same concept. I can't park there because I'm not handicapped. Just like people of color could not use that water fountain. (I wonder if I'd got use those particular fountains?) I know some of you are thinking "It's not the same at all." But really it is. You have just bought into the notion that our government has the justification to make us feel sorry for certain groups and thereby make and enforce laws to make us all feel better about ourselves. As I stated earlier, I didn't have a problem with the handicapped spot until it became a law. As with most government programs, this one gets abused. When you have handicap tags on a Corvette, it's time to rethink the law. I would like to know what the actual percentage of handicap people that use these spots is, because from the people I see using those spots, I'd say it's very low. Now, if I'm driving a car with handicap tags and there are "handi spots" open, Yup I'm taking one. That goes for "Expecting Mothers" spots as well. I'll park in that spot every day of the week and twice on Sunday. I'm sure some of you are thinking "What an asshole!" Maybe I am, but according to the how the Constitution of these United States, is written, I have the right to park there.
I remember eating in a restaurant one time with family and my father tried to order a chicken fried steak from the Senior Menu because that is what he wanted eat. Problem was he wasn't a senior at the time. The waitress pointed out a similiar item on the menu and all was good. I hate senior discounts. What's the point of this? Why not find a price in the middle and charge everyone the same? Our constitution is about "Equality" but here is another example of the government forcing us to feel good about ourselves. I'll pay more so granny can save money so that she can go buy her 58 prescriptions. I should go to a restaurant order from the senior menu and when they deny that food, sue their ass for age discrimination. Maybe that would end this insanity.
Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding. That's what it sounds like when I drive. Why? Because rarely do I put my seatbelt on. Only when I can't stand the Ding anymore, will I abide by this Unconstitutional law. Yes, I know seatbelt save lives. I just can't stand being strapped down no matter what the situation is. ;-) Yet once again, the government has stepped in and protected us from ourselves. And while there is real crime to be dealt with, officers of the law have no qualm over pulling you or me over for not buckling up. "Click it or ticket" I hate that phrase. I've got a couple of phrase for you. Now, I can remember as a kid when we would go on long trips, we 3 kids would want to sleep. So there would be one in the back window, one in the seat and one in the floor. No seatbelts and we are all still here alive and kicking. Look, if you want to wear your seatbelt that's great but I hate that it's a law. So I now I have a new phrase "You ticket, you stick it."
Next on the hit list: "Ladies Night". Who came up with this marketing concept? Let's let women drink for free so hoards of horny guys will show-up and spend tons of money. Hmmm, women in a place for men to come to and try get laid. Yep, sounds like a brothel to me. Why are feminist not against this? They are using women as meat to lure in men. Is that not degrading to women? Of course it is, but they aren't going to argue about something that is to their benefit.
This was what was on my mind today.
Have you ever driven to a store and can't find a parking spot, then like a miracle sent from God, a spot in the front row is open. When you start to pull in, you discover that it's a handicap spot. !#$&%*&#! I remember when the first handicap spot appeared. Yeah, it was a nice gesture. But soon that one spot turned into a double so that people in wheel chairs could use them. I was still okay with that. Then they passed the law. Now every store has 15 to 100 spaces dedicated to "handicapped" people. First of all it's Unconstitutional, because it creates a group of people who can only park there. Think of the old footage you see with "White's Only" drinking fountains. It's the same concept. I can't park there because I'm not handicapped. Just like people of color could not use that water fountain. (I wonder if I'd got use those particular fountains?) I know some of you are thinking "It's not the same at all." But really it is. You have just bought into the notion that our government has the justification to make us feel sorry for certain groups and thereby make and enforce laws to make us all feel better about ourselves. As I stated earlier, I didn't have a problem with the handicapped spot until it became a law. As with most government programs, this one gets abused. When you have handicap tags on a Corvette, it's time to rethink the law. I would like to know what the actual percentage of handicap people that use these spots is, because from the people I see using those spots, I'd say it's very low. Now, if I'm driving a car with handicap tags and there are "handi spots" open, Yup I'm taking one. That goes for "Expecting Mothers" spots as well. I'll park in that spot every day of the week and twice on Sunday. I'm sure some of you are thinking "What an asshole!" Maybe I am, but according to the how the Constitution of these United States, is written, I have the right to park there.
I remember eating in a restaurant one time with family and my father tried to order a chicken fried steak from the Senior Menu because that is what he wanted eat. Problem was he wasn't a senior at the time. The waitress pointed out a similiar item on the menu and all was good. I hate senior discounts. What's the point of this? Why not find a price in the middle and charge everyone the same? Our constitution is about "Equality" but here is another example of the government forcing us to feel good about ourselves. I'll pay more so granny can save money so that she can go buy her 58 prescriptions. I should go to a restaurant order from the senior menu and when they deny that food, sue their ass for age discrimination. Maybe that would end this insanity.
Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding. That's what it sounds like when I drive. Why? Because rarely do I put my seatbelt on. Only when I can't stand the Ding anymore, will I abide by this Unconstitutional law. Yes, I know seatbelt save lives. I just can't stand being strapped down no matter what the situation is. ;-) Yet once again, the government has stepped in and protected us from ourselves. And while there is real crime to be dealt with, officers of the law have no qualm over pulling you or me over for not buckling up. "Click it or ticket" I hate that phrase. I've got a couple of phrase for you. Now, I can remember as a kid when we would go on long trips, we 3 kids would want to sleep. So there would be one in the back window, one in the seat and one in the floor. No seatbelts and we are all still here alive and kicking. Look, if you want to wear your seatbelt that's great but I hate that it's a law. So I now I have a new phrase "You ticket, you stick it."
Next on the hit list: "Ladies Night". Who came up with this marketing concept? Let's let women drink for free so hoards of horny guys will show-up and spend tons of money. Hmmm, women in a place for men to come to and try get laid. Yep, sounds like a brothel to me. Why are feminist not against this? They are using women as meat to lure in men. Is that not degrading to women? Of course it is, but they aren't going to argue about something that is to their benefit.
This was what was on my mind today.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Big Ups for Big Kev
I have been fighting writer's block as of late. As a matter of fact, after about 45 minutes of starting to type and then deleting, I gave up two nights ago. Then tonight it hit me. I was on facebook and I saw Kevin Fradelos had posted a new show. After listening for about 20 minutes I new what I would blog next.
A little back story first. I met Kevin "x" number of years ago in Miss Moen's Spanish Class. ( That's Mrs. Woods for you younger cats). There was quite of collection of characters in that class. I still can't believe Miss Moen made it through and still teaches today. Anyway back to the point.
Where is the voice for our generation. When you think of the sixties and seventies you can name people that spoke out as a voice for that generation. Is Sean Penn our voice? Lord, I hope not. Occasionally, I will see people post things on facebook. But never anything groundbreaking or Earth shattering. It usually someone bitching about the former or present administration. They always state the problem but never the answer. If someone does start a political conversation it goes no where because we, as a people, have become to polarized. It always ends up looking like a Jerry Springer show with everyone yelling and cursing, as if were completely inept of listening and reasoning skills. I've stated before I'm neither Republican nor Democrat. I'm some where in the middle. I will discuss politics with you if you are willing to listen and think about my point and not just disagree me because it's your way or no way.
So, where is the voice of our generation? During the great mvths high school debate, there was only one place where I actually heard a well thought debate for either side and that was on Big Kev's show. I had voiced my opinion on facebook.(rather colorfully) And while Kevin and I disagreed on the topic, at least he had legitimate reasons why he was against it. I respect him far more than anyone that voted "yes" just because his/her neighbor told him/her to. Get informed people.
As I continue to try to figure out what exactly "In Shane's Brain" is and /or what it will be, I can say what this blog has done for me. It has allowed me to voice my opinion on topics that had no outlet. Numerous times, I had thought about writing to the editor of the newspaper. But that always ended in the same thought.... "That's freakin' lame" So now I have my little blog. I get to rant, tell stories and share experiences. It's not read by a lot of people but I do get some feedback. At times I wish I have more. When you throw yourself out there, you wonder how it's received. Side note: In a short while, I will be attempting to fulfill a dream of getting published. Your comments are very helpful by letting me know what you like and dislike and that helps guide me in my writing.
I'd like a radio show but I'm too technologically challenged to attempt such a feat. However. I believe my quick wittedness would fair quite well. Regardless, Kev's show and my blog are the only outlets, of people I know, that I can think of that give opinions on today's topics. I'm not tooting my own horn here. I'm saying go out, find your voice and let it be heard. But don't be to fanatical about it. You have to be willing to accept that others will disagree with you. Also, you should listen and think because you just might be on the wrong side of the topic. So Big Ups to Big Kev and keep it comin'. "Talk Hard!"(Pump Up The Volume)
If you're interested you can hear Big Kev's Show at www.bigkev.us/.
This was what was on my mind today.
A little back story first. I met Kevin "x" number of years ago in Miss Moen's Spanish Class. ( That's Mrs. Woods for you younger cats). There was quite of collection of characters in that class. I still can't believe Miss Moen made it through and still teaches today. Anyway back to the point.
Where is the voice for our generation. When you think of the sixties and seventies you can name people that spoke out as a voice for that generation. Is Sean Penn our voice? Lord, I hope not. Occasionally, I will see people post things on facebook. But never anything groundbreaking or Earth shattering. It usually someone bitching about the former or present administration. They always state the problem but never the answer. If someone does start a political conversation it goes no where because we, as a people, have become to polarized. It always ends up looking like a Jerry Springer show with everyone yelling and cursing, as if were completely inept of listening and reasoning skills. I've stated before I'm neither Republican nor Democrat. I'm some where in the middle. I will discuss politics with you if you are willing to listen and think about my point and not just disagree me because it's your way or no way.
So, where is the voice of our generation? During the great mvths high school debate, there was only one place where I actually heard a well thought debate for either side and that was on Big Kev's show. I had voiced my opinion on facebook.(rather colorfully) And while Kevin and I disagreed on the topic, at least he had legitimate reasons why he was against it. I respect him far more than anyone that voted "yes" just because his/her neighbor told him/her to. Get informed people.
As I continue to try to figure out what exactly "In Shane's Brain" is and /or what it will be, I can say what this blog has done for me. It has allowed me to voice my opinion on topics that had no outlet. Numerous times, I had thought about writing to the editor of the newspaper. But that always ended in the same thought.... "That's freakin' lame" So now I have my little blog. I get to rant, tell stories and share experiences. It's not read by a lot of people but I do get some feedback. At times I wish I have more. When you throw yourself out there, you wonder how it's received. Side note: In a short while, I will be attempting to fulfill a dream of getting published. Your comments are very helpful by letting me know what you like and dislike and that helps guide me in my writing.
I'd like a radio show but I'm too technologically challenged to attempt such a feat. However. I believe my quick wittedness would fair quite well. Regardless, Kev's show and my blog are the only outlets, of people I know, that I can think of that give opinions on today's topics. I'm not tooting my own horn here. I'm saying go out, find your voice and let it be heard. But don't be to fanatical about it. You have to be willing to accept that others will disagree with you. Also, you should listen and think because you just might be on the wrong side of the topic. So Big Ups to Big Kev and keep it comin'. "Talk Hard!"(Pump Up The Volume)
If you're interested you can hear Big Kev's Show at www.bigkev.us/.
This was what was on my mind today.
Friday, June 3, 2011
A story I have never told
One of the security questions being used these days is "Who was your childhood hero?". I'm sure that to most people Superman, Batman, Spiderman or Wonder Woman come to mind. For others, it may be John Kennedy, Martin Luther King Jr., or even Jesus Christ. Still yet, others may say Michael Jordan, Michael Jackson or Michael J. Fox. I guess the word "hero" really has a wide definition that can be interpreted in many different ways. In my opinion, my childhood hero is a true "hero" as he is "one who performed a heroic act."(dictionary.com)
It's January 13, 1982, I am a few days shy of 8 1/2 years old. One act on this day will forever change my idea of what a hero is. It's hard for me to recall the exact details. Mainly, did watch this live or did I watch the replay.
My childhood hero's name is Lenny Skutnik. And, no he did not play for the Raiders, Cowboys, or Cardinals. Lenny was just an ordinary guy with an ordinary job. So, you're probably asking "who the hell is Lenny Skutnik?" He, in a moment's decision, became hero that everyone would know. If I said " he's the guy that jumped into the Potomac River." You would probably respond "Ohhhh, that guy." Yes, that guy. For those of you who are either too old or too young to remember, here is recap of the events that lead to Lenny jumping into that icy water.
"Air Florida Flight 90 was carrying 74 passengers and five crew members when it crashed during the failed takeoff attempt. The aircraft struck the 14th Street Bridge, which carries Interstate 395 between Washington, D.C. and Arlington County. It crushed seven occupied vehicles on the bridge and destroyed 97 feet (30 m) of guard rail[3] before it plunged through the ice into the Potomac River." (wikipedia.com)
What I remember most is the helicopter dropping a rope, attempting to save people from the wreckage. I watched as they held on anyway they could. Then it happened. One lady being rescued dropped the rope. After numerous attempts by the helicopter to get the rope to the severely injured and temporarily blinded lady failed, Lenny had had enough. A bystander until this point, he stripped off his coat and dove in the Potomac and swam out to save her. He succeeded not knowing that all of this was caught on camera. This act forever defined a hero to me as "one who puts his own safety at risk to save others." I will tear up anytime I see this footage and at the present time I am having a hard time typing because of this.
For those of you who know me well, know I am a very private person. So there it is; a story I've never told. One that I've kept to myself for almost 30 years.
If you're interested there are two 10 minute "YouTube" videos, chronicling the event as well as a made for TV movie.
I guess the point is, let's save the word "Hero" for those who really deserve it.
This was what was on my mind today.
It's January 13, 1982, I am a few days shy of 8 1/2 years old. One act on this day will forever change my idea of what a hero is. It's hard for me to recall the exact details. Mainly, did watch this live or did I watch the replay.
My childhood hero's name is Lenny Skutnik. And, no he did not play for the Raiders, Cowboys, or Cardinals. Lenny was just an ordinary guy with an ordinary job. So, you're probably asking "who the hell is Lenny Skutnik?" He, in a moment's decision, became hero that everyone would know. If I said " he's the guy that jumped into the Potomac River." You would probably respond "Ohhhh, that guy." Yes, that guy. For those of you who are either too old or too young to remember, here is recap of the events that lead to Lenny jumping into that icy water.
"Air Florida Flight 90 was carrying 74 passengers and five crew members when it crashed during the failed takeoff attempt. The aircraft struck the 14th Street Bridge, which carries Interstate 395 between Washington, D.C. and Arlington County. It crushed seven occupied vehicles on the bridge and destroyed 97 feet (30 m) of guard rail[3] before it plunged through the ice into the Potomac River." (wikipedia.com)
What I remember most is the helicopter dropping a rope, attempting to save people from the wreckage. I watched as they held on anyway they could. Then it happened. One lady being rescued dropped the rope. After numerous attempts by the helicopter to get the rope to the severely injured and temporarily blinded lady failed, Lenny had had enough. A bystander until this point, he stripped off his coat and dove in the Potomac and swam out to save her. He succeeded not knowing that all of this was caught on camera. This act forever defined a hero to me as "one who puts his own safety at risk to save others." I will tear up anytime I see this footage and at the present time I am having a hard time typing because of this.
For those of you who know me well, know I am a very private person. So there it is; a story I've never told. One that I've kept to myself for almost 30 years.
If you're interested there are two 10 minute "YouTube" videos, chronicling the event as well as a made for TV movie.
I guess the point is, let's save the word "Hero" for those who really deserve it.
This was what was on my mind today.
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