Tuesdays with Muerte

I can't say that I was ever much of a Cheers watcher. I did, however, go to the actual bar in Boston. Unfortunately I was only 13 or 14 at the time so I didn't get to go in. (Truth be told, I sure would have gone in had the bar been open for business. WHO CLOSES A BAR ANYWAY? I thought bars were only closed during obscenely late hours of the night. You'd better just watch the clip before I get carried away about something I know nothing about... ENJOY THIS FUNNY CLIP

Here it is: The absolutely WORST example of landscaping in Utah Valley. As a semi-pro shuttle driver stationed in Provo for 4 months, I think I'm a pretty credible source. In all my travels through the neighborhoods in the greater Provo area, the house located at 520 East 2000 South Orem, UT has got to be the worst. Every time I drive by to go to my friend, Paul's, house, I get this eerie feeling like I'm trapped in a game of Candy Land and that a witch is going to jump out from behind one of the many terraced peppermint sticks and devour my car--I just never know from WHICH Peppermint she will emerge. Oh, and to add drama to the chase scene, she doesn't saunter out to my vehicle; she speeds across the uneven terrain like the Abominable Snowman from that Ski Free game that came pre-installed with every PC made in the 90's. Everyone who has ever played the game has tried to ski off the beaten trail--that is where the real fun is. The moment you cross a certa...

Here is the link I used for a FREE WEB COUNTER . The code looks legit; no pop ups or adware. It's just like any other page element you would add to your blog.

Since I have no will or any legal document regarding my affairs, I wanted the following recorded somewhere: I only want to give myself 18 months on life-support/comatose before you pull the plug. 1 1/2 years is plenty of time for SOMETHING to happen. If it doesn't, then it doesn't and I die. (Come to think of it, 5 years might be a little generous.) During that time, I do not expect daily visits. You can start out that way, but ween me off of it over a week or two. I think I'd only require seminal or even monthly visits. The way I see it, time is relative when you're under. As long as the visits are regular and not sparatic, I think my subconscious would pick up on the pattern. Visit too often, and I'd have nothing to look forward to. Ideas of things you can do for me while I'm asleep: whisper secrets into my ear. I like to keep secrets safe for others. If you're allowed, hold my head. Give it a good scratch like you would a dog. I ima...

Siegfried is the 3rd of a 4 opera series that lasts over 13 hours. They are all based on a German myth which Wagner made into what is known today as, "Wagner's Ring cycle". This series symbolized the height of German opera. In fact, after Siegfried, opera didn't know where to go--who could top a 13 hour opera? Centuries later, J.R. Tolkien based his Lord of the ring series on Wagner's Ring Cycle. In the begin of both stories, the hero recovers a magic sword from a dragon. Later, he acquires an invisible cloak that he uses during his many adventures. There is a ring quest with dwarfs, giants, dragon armor and riddles, etc. And for those who are wondering, this is the opera with Brünnhilde, the man-woman. F.Y.I. The LOTR is WAY better than Siegfried. Don't even bother checking out the DVD of the opera from the library. It's awful. (I thought I would try opera again after a terrible experience with Madame Butterfly. O for 2.)

I was inspired my Noelle and Phil's bed story to write one of mi own. It was the mid-80's and I was the proud owner of my very own bunk bed. Having no brothers, I had no one to share it with. Naturally, I chose to sleep on the top bunk. That was high-adventure for me back then. I'll have to confirm this with mom, but the risk of sleeping on the top was very real as I fell out more than once. (At least I had nightmares about falling--I distinctly remember waking up violently as my body would tense up and physically react just as if I had fallen 300 feet from the top of a desert cliff. I would even feel a very real pain in my chest.) But I digress. (Digression runs in the family I found out from reading Heather and Rick's blog.) I didn't just climb the three wooden steps up the head of my bed for the thrill of it; I had a ritual. I would only allow myself to ascend each symbolic step if I had fulfilled the action I associated with it. !. Climbing the first st...

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