A Picture is Worth a Thousand Shits

This is my humble abode. Covered in white shit. Seems like a typical winter picture. But, let me point just a few subtleties out to you.

• First I hate snow. Erin loves it. Runs in the family I guess. If you gander at the empty carport and the freshly shoveled driveway you’ll notice Erin’s car is gone and the tire tracks she left behind high-tailing it out of here before any shovels were busted out. Yeah yeah, I’m the man, I shovel, I get it, blah blah, blah.
• Secondly, you can’t see it but in the front window all the way to the right you will find my faithful little sidekick Elwood laughing his kitty ass off at me as I shoveled said driveway. As many of you know, cats are your best friend when they’re hungry, otherwise all is fair game.
• Another thing you won’t notice but you can bet it’s happening as this picture was taken. Amy(The Mrs Legend) is most likely calling my house for the third time in 12 hours to bust my chops about all this white shit that landed on us. I haven’t checked the answering machine(never do anyway) yet but a betting man would lay good odds on it. No offense to The Legend but I hope your snow blower is dead…..and you make Amy help shovel…..in her bare precious little crooked feet.

Last night Erin and I went out to eat at this neat little joint called 2201 in the Boro. It’s a block away from HCF. El Jefe gave us a gift certificate for xmas so last night we braved the white shit and had a fantastic meal. We picked up a bottle of shirah for drinkage enjoyment. For an app we had grilled portabella ‘shrooms with asstd other veggies. I love portabellas. I love grilled veggies. I would have been content eating a giant platter of that all night. Very tastey. For the entrée Erin had a salmon fillet with mango salsa. Looked good. I had linguini with chicken and shrimp. The very first bite I knew I was in the presence of greatness. It was pretty incredible. I rarely eat an entire entrée but it was so damn good I couldn’t stop eating. I was stuffed but every one of the desserts would have been a go for me. Two thumbs way up.

There is a good bit of NASCAR on today. There was a time when I would not miss a single lap of racing action but I tell you, I just don’t have the same passion for it anymore. I don’t know that I can put a finger on exactly when or why I’m not a huge fan anymore. There isn’t one driver that I can root for. I guess there are a few I can root against. ‘Ol Peter Puffer would be at the top of that list. When I was a huge fan there was no one I rooted for more than The Intimidator. And that may answer why I can’t get into it like I once did. It’s hard to believe it’s been 5yrs since that dreadful day. Say what you want about The King but in my opinion no one made more of a difference on and off the track than Dale Earnhardt. The man was a Bad-Ass. End of discussion. It doesn’t help that most of today’s young drivers are a bunch of punks and most of your older good guys(Awesome Bill, Rudd, Jarrett, Rusty, etc.) are retired or headed that way. It’s probably one reason I’ve gotten skinny. Years ago I would wake up on a Sunday morning and eat a pound of bacon along with 9 eggs(slight exaggeration) and wait for the racin to start. Then I’d sit on my lard ass and jam a bag of chips and a pint of ice cream down my cake-hole. Now I’m out riding for a couple three hours on a Sunday morning/afternoon then maybe I’ll catch the last 10-20 laps. Whatever.

Pleasant day to you all. Enjoy your white shit.