The other lover

Almost all stock. Frisco bars from Biltwell, new exhaust. 1 week old.




Current configuration.

I'm sure my wife gets jealous as hell about her. I spend more time with her than Kari. We talk and laugh together. Go everywhere together. Meet new people and catch up with old friends together. I buy her things and groom her. All my friends know her and like her. People like to stare at her, but better never touch her. She's changed a lot over the past two years but I still love her. I hang out with her in my garage all winter long. The other lover.

It's been a while

Wow. It has been a few days since I last decided I had anything important to record in cyber land. Two years. This may take some time.

Kari and I have pushed two more years of dealing with each other in matrimony. To easy for me. Not so much for her. Awesome woman. Great mother to our two chicks. We went to D.C. and Brooklyn together. Our first big trips since the Army moves we made. I made a big mistake making her walk the Brooklyn Bridge from Tribeca all the way back to Crown Heights. It was only 104 that day. We found ourselves lost in Bedford-Stuyvesant asking for directions to Kingston Blvd. She loved me a lot that day but in a weird, I'm going to kill you if we make it out of here alive sort of way. Got to see my bro Green from my Cav days. He's a bonafide NYPD cop now. He came down to our apartment after work to hang and drink. I saw him, hugged him, and then we immediately started busting each others chops. Some things never change. Poor Kari forgot how the pair of us turn on our asshole switches when we hang out. A few nights later she was forced to take the subway with us back into Manhattan to drink and be merry. All she could think about was how we had to get up at 0630 for our flight home. But she came along and had a great time.

The girls are back in school. Ham's a fourth grader and Cuss is a Kindergartner. How quickly they have grown. They love comic books, earrings, riding on the Zamboni with dad, and trying new foods collectively. Kate loves her guitar, giving dad fashion tips, the pool at the Y, local wrestling matches, and amazing mom and I at how brilliant and mature she can be. Gretch loves convertibles, dad's Harley, hot tea, vegetables and lifting weights at the Y. Old muscle bound men look at her with awe and amazement.

Katie and Gretchen try their first and last Luther

How does he do it?

Brain surgery to find the secret to my awesome intellect. As usual, science fails to make any head way on figuring it all out. Faith in my god-like being has moved onto the minds of my humble surgeons. Cheating death, once again.

Thirsty for a brew, Blind Willie asks somebody where the closest tavern is. Being told there’s a bar directly to his left, he turns in that direction and unknowingly walks into an all girl biker bar. He manages to get himself up onto a bar stool and orders a pint from the bartender. They strike up a conversation and after a few minutes he asks, “Wanna hear a dumb blonde joke?”Knowing the man can’t see, the bartender answers, “Before you tell that joke, sir, I think it’s only fair to tell you that the bouncer is a 6 foot, 200 pound blonde girl. The two women to your right are both blonde marines. To your left is a professional kick boxer, also blonde, and next to her is a blonde-haired black belt in karate. I, too, am also blonde, and I a keep a Louisville Slugger behind the bar. Still wanna tell that joke?”Blind Willie, take another gulp of his beer and mumbles, “Shit, no. Not if I have to explain it six times.”

My oldest skating on her own ice!

Killing In The Name Of...

...Allah. Unless you've not been around the US for a while, you should notice a distinct change from our patriotism following the attacks on 11 September 2001. Shortly after the attacks, every red blooded American was up in arms about attacking those regimes responsible for the attacks on our soil by the Islamofacists. "Let's kill those guys responsible for this!!" was on the tongues of most men that I talked to around construction sites.

Air travel suddenly became a real chore because of our new found need to protect aircraft from shoe bombs and anthrax filled envelopes. But it was OK. These were some things most of us were willing to deal with. No problem.

We rounded up the bad dudes by the C-130 full. Sent them to a prison facility 90 miles away from our recovering land. No problem.

Then, our soldiers began to die. Horrible but for a good cause.

Next stop, Iraq. Bad dude Saddam ruled his country with an iron fist. Gassed his fellow countrymen. If you didn't fall into the Sunni Muslim, Arab Iraqi category, you could plan on being harassed or starved, beaten or killed. Funny how people still think we have not been able to find weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. Only a few thousand tons of weapons grade uranium recently found it's way to Canada from Iraq. Couple that with a medium range SCUD missile, and we would be over there within the next five years regardless of the administration.

We find ourselves questioning every military move. CNN shows us the horrible job that we are doing in Iraq and Afghanistan. Always magnifying the bad moves made by young officers on the ground. The web becomes full of scenes of torture at the hands of US National Guard soldiers.

All in all we Americans now have tasted the war. Four thousand US military personal have perished in the fight. Americans don't like hearing numbers much past 100 when it comes to our boys and girls. And with the help of the media, everyone is quick to point out what those soldiers are doing wrong. "I don't support the war, but I support the troops" is one of my favorite things to hear out of the driveling idiots mouths. You support troops by backing up what they do 100%. You don't talk about these real American heroes without supporting the effort they put forth daily, ensuring your freedom and safety. With every waking moment of your life you should be thanking God that these men and woman are so willing to sacrifice everything they have to ensure you have the right to burn our flag, protest the war at a service persons funeral, and sit around on your fat ass for a nice meal at your favorite restaurant.

The number of flags being flown sure have fallen in the last two years. Kind of like those fickle sports fans who support their team when it's kicking butt, but hide the t-shirts, hats and jerseys when the popularity runs out.

Let us not forget about the true enemies. The muslim who leads his or her little life being told every day that islam is the one true religion. If you are American, rest assured, wholeheartedly believing that given the chance, these people will cut off your head in the name of allah. They would love nothing more than for you to start becoming lax on your personal and professional security. They are looking for leaks in our infrastructure, trying to find one weakness to exploit. All of this in the name of allah. These people don't have much. Education is left to religious mullahs, becoming skewed towards their political likings and dislikes. Donkey here, goat there, and a pure hatred for all things Western.

Anyway. I could rant on for days on this subject. Let's try to remember a few things.
-Next time you're in line at the airport, don't bitch about every little thing you encounter that seems to interfere with YOUR schedule. Plan ahead.
-Don't for one second think that this war is being fought for oil. Check out who received contracts to refine Iraqi crude. Not a single American company.
-Try to show a little appreciation towards your local veteran every once in a while. That person saw and did things most people couldn't imagine for you and
-If I catch you at a military funeral protesting the war, God have mercy on you, because I won't!

Now go about your day.