What does Labor Day weekend mean to me? Well obviously it means sharing my glorious mountain roadways for one weekend with the rest of Southern California. And THAT means flipping off a lot of people and possibly running from the cops. I bet a bunch of them will have to take advantage of great services …
I live in the mountains. That means whenever anything goes wrong with any thing in my life, the problem gets blamed on either squirrels or gophers. A few years ago, when my car was only six months old, my horn broke. Okay this could have been cause by me honking at flatlanders for twelve straight …
I have a real problem with technology, well most days. Specifically today. It started with my garbage disposal not working. Okay, that’s not really a technological advancement, I mean unless you live in Brittan where they might in the year 2015 actually have garbage disposals? Maybe? Maybe they will have screens on their windows and …
I would love to smoke a whole turkey, but it takes something like twelve hours for a small bird! I want smoked turkey, but I’m not getting up at 2 A.M. to start it! My favorite part of the turkey is the skin, and sadly I couldn’t find breasts with the skin still on. …
I was driving home from work the other night and I felt like I could see a million stars in the mountain sky. As I was picking out Orion’s belt ion the distance, I thought to myself, something is a little off. Why is it so dark? It wasn’t until I came around the …