The Birds and Christmas

So, yesterday I'm scooping snow after yet another wintery night, wishing I was on a bike, scooter or motorcycle and I said "This Scoopin' is for the birds!" I then got into my car, slid out of the driveway and headed off into the snowy city and ran some errands, simultaneously wishing I was on a bike, scooter or motorcycle and I said "Drivin' in the snow is for the birds!" I then realized I was getting a doozy of a cold and I said "This cold is for the birds!"

But then I realized something. We scooped so we could get out of the driveway safely, so that we could do errands, so that we could do good things for people, and get enough fuel so that we could get to Sioux Falls and my parent's house in good order.

We left the house, anticipating a pleasant four hour drive.  But first we simply wanted to get a bite to eat before hitting the interstate. However, the roads were stuffed with traffic and had slowed to a crawl, and I thought that this might be easier if I were on a bike, scooter or motorcycle, but instead said "This traffic is for the birds!"  

Then I realized mid-sneeze-n-sniffle that sometimes life doesn't happen as we think it might or should.

I have the freedom to celebrate with my family one of the most amazing events in history, Christ's birth. 

The car was warm and comfortable. I felt a twinge of guilt, and that moment I understood that it wasn't so bad to do all the things that might have otherwise been left for the birds.

God bless all of you and Merry Christmas

Crazy Who? What? Huh?

So...Monique says to me a couple of days ago, "Honey I need some Groceries" and gives me a list. I go get the groceries. The skies are blue, the wind is barely blowing, I'm having a good day. I go to the grocery store, a feat of some regard. I get groceries and treat myself to an Egg Nog as an award. It is the Holiday Season afterall and I start by giving a gift to myself. I walk around, try a couple samples. I'm sweating actually, not that you needed to know, but I didn't think I'd be there long enough to take off a jacket, but it's a big store and I always underestimate my soddy skills in a grocery stores. But I'm still in a good mood and I'm having a great time. I pay for the groceries. The checkout clerk is a nice lady. I tell a joke. She laughs. I laugh that she laughs because I screw up the joke. I put the groceries in the vehicle and go home, thanking God the whole way for a nice day. My wife, my dear lovely wife comes outside and says...,"So did anyone at the grocery store think you're crazy too?" What? Hmmm...??

Can You Figure Out What She's Talking About???? Hmmm....did she just call me crazy? Might've been the rosy I pulled in the driveway.

How Many Miles Per Gallon do YOU Get?

Second Post of the day...that is a wonderment to be sure...does anyone use the word wonderment anymore? Well if they do then I did a wonderment kind of thing...

Man-Made Global Warming has me laughing all the way to Al Gore's fake Nobel Award. But Man-Made Gas Prices have me warming up to my new scooter! They call it an Aprilia Scarabeo 200--Italian Juice but Dutch Prices. I was going to go for the Kymco People 200 but Italy saved me another 100 bucks! I'm a fan of the Italians. Plus the Aprilia comes in blue and since I'm a Dodger fan I have to think about such things don't you know? It's not the same color blue...take off your glasses and it all looks the same!

To me it's a shiny blue fun-filled savings account...non-interest bearing of course.

Now, scooters don't cost very much and that's one reason to go for one of those rather than looking at a motor cycle or something...but 70-100 MILES PER GALLON OF GAS doesn't hurt my cause either. My Cause? Well...the Dutch blood that runs through my veins tell me that it's better to achieve quadruple mileage and save a bundle at the pump...besides it seems to me that even those who don't claim Dutch-ness will agree it's might be the smart solution. Either that or use Netflix and STAY HOME! But that's no fun.

Here's what I bought! Isn't it a wonderment?