Part two of the irrational road trip
Wednesday, September 3, 2008 at 20:18 So what can a female athlete survive on given only a credit card and the clothes
on her back? Well, it took about $60 worth of supplies from the Rite
Aid to make sure the basics were covered: toothpaste, toothbrush, ear
plugs, skin lotion, sunblock and panties.
Did you know that across America women wear Hanes medium
high cut underwear that has enough material to make an entire shortie top and bikini panties for a normal size 6 person and makes the wearer look like Barney Rubble. I did not know this. They are huge. We had to convert them with scissors to a more reasonable size. Photo below is the uncut version.
The Irrational Road Trip
Wednesday, September 3, 2008 at 19:49 It seemed like a good idea. Just grab your car keys and take your bikes, shove them into the back of a Toyota needing the jaws of life to get them out later and head off to some place green again. With no intention of staying overnight, without fresh clothes or so much as a toothbrush. Heck, we have credit cards, let's be totally free and wild, adventure awaits. So began the delusional but insanely fun last trip of the summer of 08. No more beach for me. I'm heading to the mountains.
Janet and I aimed the car at Lake Waywayonda, somewhere near the Northeast border of New Jersey, about an hour away, or so said the guy at the bike store. Well, the driver (no names mentioned) was a little out of sorts at the prospect of leaving in a state of unpreparedness, would her cats eat each other if not fee the next morning?
For many reasons the Rt. 3 exit that would take us to Rt. 46 somehow proved elusive, and soon we were headed West - WAY West- before correcting course. The map was passed to me. I laughed "I don't know how to read these things, I grew up in Brooklyn. Where is my GPS? Opps I forgot it. I get sick when I look at this thing while we're moving."
We threw the map in the back. Much, much, much later that day, we found Mountain Creek Resort- a bustling ski resort in the winter, but that afternoon was more reminiscent of 'The Shining. Here we go again.
P. Diddy's political views
Tuesday, September 2, 2008 at 22:33 Should've Picked Michelle Obama as V.P.!O_o
You have to watch this video. One of the funniest ones I have seen.
Diddy is basically out of his mind.
Maybe that is why I like him.
Comments:
Don't like the VP choice. (Really I do) I think people won't vote for him because she's only a cold breath away from being king. Hill had a hard time and she was actually qualified I think. Don't like OB, looks like a combo of Alfred E Neuman and ET. Too many aliens already. I think we should be able to vote for any US citizen and they are made to be president for one year. I vote for the "where's the beef " lady.
aknkiddo1
Diddy needs an education. Alaska happens to be the largest state in the U.S. and there just happens to be black people here. If he did get an education or check it out for himself me might just know a little more about us.
Gingermack
Well, I think he has a point and I think PDiddy is not that dumb. Yea largest state - in area - what about issues. Crime, Racial tension, immigration, polution, Traffic, Population control....uh.....mmmmm!! Alaska is BEAUTIFUL! ...but isolated from the world and from the realities of what realy goes down....sorry, but ta-rue!!
rtheuer
Just have to let you know that there are a lot of black people in AK. It's actually one of the most diverse states in the nation. There are literally dozens of languages spoken in the Anchorage School District. No one believes it but it's true. Obama Alaska '08!
haileyimlach
Maybe before you talk about something you should some research. get on your pirvate jet and take a trip to Alaska. you are an idiot. i am from Alaska and i take extreme offense to the fact that you are so extremely uneducated and there are actually people out there that listen and look up to the things that you say.
Sarah Palin's inaugural speech sets an interesting tone
Friday, August 29, 2008 at 19:38 
By KYLE HOPKINS Anchorage Daily News
"OK, the governor said cease and desist," said the event's emcee, Libby Riddles, quieting the crowd of thousands.
Riddles was the first woman to win the 1,100-mile Iditarod Trail Sled Dog Race, and it's no coincidence she was asked to host the swearing-in ceremony of the state's first female governor.
"She was an underdog. She was a risk-taker, kind of an outsider," Palin said in describing Riddles, but also defining her own rise from a small-town mayor and Republican Party maverick to the state's top political job.
Go Sarah! I'm still rooting for you. And I found this old basketball picture from the Anchorage Daily News. LinkFarm House Weekend
Wednesday, August 27, 2008 at 17:31 Farm House Weekend of Horror!!!
This past weekend experience made me think hard and think twice about what innocent imaginings are, and what you see, and what is REALLLY there. Beauty was everywhere, and I did see it. At the same I also starred unwittingly in my very own horror movie.
It was a long and pretty drive to our friend's farmhouse in upstate New York. Janet and I talked "girl stuff" on the way. Nail polish, work and guys. As the roads got smaller and smaller and the speed limit went from 65 to 5 miles per hour , we finally found the rusty ax that marked the farm house where we were staying. The house was old, very old, about 200 years old. The property was ageless and beautiful, with a view of mountains near and far, and a swing hanging from an old tree. Old friends and new friends greeted us as we walked up to the porch. Settled in and had a great time eating dinner and picking corn.
Everyone walked around with corn on their faces and no one seemed to notice. Very relaxed bunch of people. Nearly everyone was in bed by 11:00. Only our host and myself stayed up and watched television in one of two ancient living rooms. By midnight it was just me and the standing coffin, animal heads and a few cleavers.
I smoked a cigar and jumped in the hot tub and my mind went to work.
Day two (Sunday) in this house was great. Everyone had to leave Sunday night, but Janet and I decided to stay over. Alone in this house.
My night went something like this. Keep Janet awake as long as possible. Coffee? Chocolate? Wine? Beer? Sunflower seeds? Finally Mommy Dearest was on TV. Janet stayed awake for that and then she fell fast asleep.
Hours went by as I walked down the halls of this old mansion. I thought of how many babies had been birthed and how many people had died here. In those days people did those sort of things at home. The old photos in every room did not help with these thoughts. Those of you who know me, know that I am a fan of horror films, tales of gore and an insomniac. It does not take long for a a big old farmhouse on a moonless night to make my mind go to very dark places.
Finally, I started thinking about escaped convicts who may be prowling the property ready to break into the house.
I couldn't stop thinking scary thoughts. I looked in on Janet, she was sleeping like a proverbial log. No one else awake. Was I the only one anticipating getting my throat slashed?
Ghosts flying through the house or just sitting in the old beds and chairs. I grabbed a very large knife and walked around the house with it just in case Freddy Kruger tried to pop in.
Then there was always Mike Myers from Friday the 13th. Looking in the window saw a horrifying face staring back at me. I knew at this point that I was not going to sleep at least until the sun came up.
I tried to wake Janet up. She did not move. I started seeing things after a while. Each time I moved from one room to the next. I passed one bedroom that scared me to death. I had images of dead bodies lying on the bed.
I scurried past the room as fast as I could each time. Axes, hatchets, photos of sculls, old baby doll heads, animal meat hooks, cleavers, a large old coffin.
I had never lived my very own horror movie before. This was the first time. I watched the sun come up. Finally I could sleep. I put the knife under the bed in case I rolled over onto it not wanting to stab myself after I made it through the very frightful night.
I slept maybe two hours when Janet yelled "wake up, here's some coffee." I stared at the ceiling for a while, sat up and thought about all the great friends I had made this weekend.
Nicole Bass and little Lori Braun
Tuesday, August 26, 2008 at 11:51 
Photo gallery of Nicole Bass and the party
First of all, I love Herman Munster. Secondly I have know Nicole Bass for many years. She is a kind, intelligent and charming woman. A documentary of the 2002 Femalemuscle
Live! event held in New York City, featuring some of the world's best
female bodybuilders. The event was hosted by Nicole Bass and she did an amazing job as the MC of the event.
Here is the video to exciting, intimate
action shots of their routines; stage performances, lifting contests,
audience participation, and behind-the-scenes antics.
Running time One Hour, Forty-eight Minutes (1:48)
Neil Young: Chaos Is Good
Friday, August 22, 2008 at 13:34 By: Kayceman
The Mountain House is a funky old restaurant with an eclectic, well-stocked jukebox and bar, and it's a familiar, comfortable place for Neil Young. This is where part of the video for 1992's "Unknown Legend" was filmed and it served as the location for a rowdy set Young played with his incendiary garage band Crazy Horse on November 12, 1990 to celebrate his 45th birthday. But more important to us, The Mountain House is where we finally get to meet this very well known and often misunderstood legend.
Barreling down Skyline Boulevard, the stereo is blasting Young's 1979's epic double live album Rust Never Sleeps and I've got the air conditioner cranked but my hands are still sweating. I'm not late for my interview so I must be nervous. My neck is on a swivel, surveying the tiny driveways that break left and right, when out of the corner of my eye I see an old classic American car with a beat-up paint job. As I fly by the automobile I realize I'm definitely looking at Neil Young's 1950 Plymouth Special Deluxe and I've just passed The Mountain House.
Look at me
Friday, August 22, 2008 at 12:22 
As you can see in this photo, I even feel uncomfortable in a bathing suit top. Where is my favorite black Montauk sweatshirt and sunglasses? I do not even have a tan and the summer is almost over.
Shy girl....not a natural ham as one who visits my site and blog might think. I like ham though, but I don't eat it because I think pigs are adorable.
Reagan Rhodes has very large...
Friday, August 22, 2008 at 12:01 
Reagan Rhodes Click to enlarge photo
Reagan Rhodes is a bodybuilder who feels comfortable being totally nude. I am the complete opposite actually. I would hate being on a nude beach. Just the thought of it makes me nervous and nauseous.
See Reagan's gallery on shemuscle.
She also has giant boobs.
Urban Dictionary definition:
1. boobs
Things that guys like to play with.
Excuse me, can I touch your boobs?
2. boobs
A women's sex tool to make men do what she wants them to do.
I'll show you my boobs if you buy me the concert tickets I want.
