Where There's a Will...I Want To Be On It.

Trans fat. It's a big, scary fat that going to kill us all.. Well you know what? I havent run across it yet. Why the hell are we looking for this stuff when it supposedly does not exist?
Bread, no trans fat!
Cookies, no trans fat!
15 pound tub of lard, no trans fat!
I'm sick of hearing all this crap about what can kill ya. Those annoying news segments about "#2 pencil lead.. what you need to know.." or "see the hidden dangers behind Aquanet at 10pm!" Bogus. Lets use a little common sense. Cigarettes are a given to kill but we do them anyway. Drinking is a given to kill if you keep at it long enough but we do it anyway. A crack pipe will do it for sure.. But do we care about the important things? No.
We care about #2 pencils, hairspray and a bogus trans fat.
It's the American way I reckon - live now and die later.

Well back to my less than favorite commercials. Not only do we have Mr Viagra Man takes the little lady to the beach.. now we have a cartoon version of the poor schmo wandering around aimlessly until he sees his cartoon doctor then to get better and jump in the arms of his cartoon wife. Yeah, youre right. There are more important things to worry about and yes I could flip the channel but it amazes me the know how of American Marketing.

Everybody say heyyyyyyyy to GAM!
She has a commercial hang up also folks.. Are you ever watching TV when the show stops and the commercials kick in only to be 15 times louder than the show? Drives Gam up a tree kids. You should really see her dive for the remote at that hinting pause of broadcast interruption!

I'm rolling down the road the other day when I see a state marker sign saying "museum".
Not what kind of museum.. not whos in it.. but only "museum".
Being the geek that I am I think to myself, "Self, maybe we should stop by sometime and chk it out..".. Mind you this is out here in the country folks and this here "museum" consists of about 14 tractors and 3 barns that I can see.. Sorta creepy junkyard/ Stephen King setting which of course further entices my lack of common sense.. I did see some sort of other sign about it being a "house moving museum" and after checking to make sure my premiums are current, I'm gonna stop by to pet Cujo...

Well this year is a sailin away and we're into March already kids. Life is a ticking time bomb, aint it?

Being that Easter is on its way, I wanted to update yall on a couple of Trailer Park festivities we'll be havin down at the local community center. We're shootin for early April which will of course depend on the local Penitentiary holiday visitin schedules..
It'll be a whole mess of events includin a cake judgin, egg dyin and tire throwin contests, jello wrestlin. Plenty of Schlitz beer and roasted peeps for everyone!
More details to follow.

You might live in a trailer park if:
You burn your front yard rather than mow it.