Hey extended JC family: remember tomorrow night I am melting faces with Troy Schoenfelder of the nationally-recognized Buckskin Stallion. I am opening for them. They are one of my all-time faves and, well, I try to emulate Troy in my music. OK there you have it. check the calender

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Labels: Buckskin Stallion, D-note, Schoenfelder

Good old Rockies! you know it was only a month ago when we were a sub-.500 team with no spirit, losing series after series. These days, our boys are sweeping the Yankees, the "best team money can buy".
Tho I grew impatient like every Denver sportsfan outside of football season, I never gave up hope. On June 8th I predicted the rox series victory over the Red Sox; (I can prove it). Those were seminal games. I was at Fenway for Garret Atkins grand-freakin-slam over Josh Beckett, and I need to tell you the boys have heart. I hadnt seen it like this earlier in the season, but man they are, to quote Mickey Goldmill: "theys eatin lightnin and crappin thunda!"
Go get em, boys, daddy wants a winner

Labels: Matt Brozovich, Rockies

Did you see the movie Convoy starring Kris Kristofferson and Ernest Borgnine? Im going to find that sucker and watch it again. I think I saw it when I was just a little stuntman. Regardless, it was totally cool. Truckers have the coolest language. Just listen to the lyrics for "Convoy" by C.W. McCall. Dont listen to the chorus, it's one of the worst ever.
You dont even have to understand it, you know the song inspired the movie. I think Kris was trying to finish up the story where C.W. left off. Anyway the point here is I wish I had a sweet trucker CB handle and a cabover Pete and nothing but me and the horizon, the flattop tying us together.
More later - we can talk about a totally sweet trucker song by Junior Brown called "Semi Crazy"

Labels: C.W. McCall, CB handle, Convoy, Kris Kristofferson

OK so today I woke, went to let Rod Smith Ortiz out for her morning stroll in the grass, and my entire back door and landing were covered in ants. Mean, hairy ones. They were huge, some had tattoos. And yes they bit me. Well hell hath no fury, my friends.

So I called work and told them to keep the coffee pot warm-the Sherriff was going to be late today. RSO and I jumped in the Nite Rida and went to Home Depot to stock up on bug killer. (actually, first I went online and checked to make sure the little bastards weren't termites). Then we went to the store and got some more coco astros. Then we came home and I wreaked lemon-scented death on the invaders, leaving traps for the survivors. It was totally sweet.

I still made my 10 o'clock meeting at work

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