The flags have been lowered to half-staff at the corporate offices of Skipah’s Realm and the soft sultry tunes of The Eagles are being enjoyed by all the employees in honor of Glenn Frey. Little known fact about me the very first CD (that’s compact disc IPod generation) I owned was The Eagles Their Greatest Hits 1971-1975. Skipah and his rag tag band of misfits used to wear every Eagles song out back in the day before we discovered things like girls, Vanilla Ice, and the need for shaving cream. Hopefully Glenn is in the afterlife helping David Bowie find Major Tom and sipping on a Tequila Sunrise.
Back here on planet earth it’s become a dairy farmer’s wet dream. The EBM crowd has absolutely gone berserk in Indiana with today’s light snowfall and the “storm of the century version 23.16” to hit this weekend. In southern Indiana and the surrounding area we turn snow forecasts into around the clock news coverage. It doesn’t matter if it’s a dusting or a foot, people freak out! This week is no different and cue up Buffalo residents laughing there ass off at the pure pandemonium that is going to ensue this weekend.
I tried to click my heels three times and then realized this is home!
Something magical happened this past weekend. I had a visitor! She’s about four foot tall, blonde, snarky, and kind of looks like me. Sloane finally got a weekend furlough from the prison known as Kentucky and finally was reunited with her dad. It had only been 19 days since I last saw her. As an added bonus I got an additional day with her since school was out Monday for Martin Luther King Day. Along with Miss Madison and the gang we made the most of the weekend and Sloane even got to reunite with some of her old gang (friends from her old school) of adolescent crumb snatchers Sunday night.
Friday Sloane got to see her new pad at Miss Madison’s place and it took her and Miss Madison Jr. approximately 39 seconds to obliterate it. No worries though the girls played well in the sand box and had a grand ole time discussing the series finale of Austin & Ally and plotting a way for her to move in with me permanently. Quote of the day from Sloane was “Daddy I don’t want to live in hilly billy land anymore”, at this point in life I’m so jaded on the family court system I couldn’t even come up with a good answer for her.
Not pictured Hammy drinking a White Russian reading over NFL betting lines
The highlight of the weekend for her and all the kiddos was Saturday night. Evidently Santa Claus had too much wine on Christmas Eve and left The Turtle Man tickets to the Monster Jam truck event that was going down at Freedom Hall in Louisville. Disclaimer: Skipah is not a gear head, thinks monster trucks are rednecks compensating for anatomical deficiencies, and would rather play a round of golf naked in Antarctica than attend this event. That being said the show was all that I thought it would be (boring), but watching Sloane and the gang have an absolute blast was well worth it. Amazingly the Scooby Doo truck won the event, judging for this spectactle would make Olympic figure skating judges look competent though.
Really I could think of better ways to spend $8.00 bucks….that’s FOUR Powerball tickets!
Yo people, the University of Louisville doesn’t play here anymore..oh wait this is the line for Monster Jam…Ugh!
Someone had a blast!
It literally was a vehicle costume party gone wrong!
There are three types of people at Monster truck shows: Kids, parents who take their kids, and then there are fanatics. These fanatics also think pro wrestling isn’t staged but that is a topic for another post. Miss Madison witnessed a guy literally wipe his phone clean too free up maximum storage so he could video the whole event. Kid’s first communion photo, wedding pictures, and the family pet were nothing more than digital memories! I hope he at least backed them up with some kind of photo saving service or he is going to have a hard time explaining to his family why he only has video of Grave Digger and the ghost of Bigfoot on his phone. The emcee of this event set a personal record for “eye rolls” by me with his nonstop over the top commentating. Dude really? I saw the competitors enjoying a bag of popcorn together before the show started and now you are telling me there is some bad blood rivalry going on between them? By the way I hear Vince McMahon is hiring you might want to give him a call.
I was taught in driver’s ed. that vehicles are more likely to advance when tires are on the ground.
O.K. I’ll admit this was kind of cool to see.
Sunday I let Sloane reunite with her besties for some good ole fashioned girl’s slumber party action…third grade style! The rules of fun sound like they were being rewritten all night when I picked her up Monday morning, and she is already clamoring for the next time she gets to visit again. Does it suck giving up what few nights I have with her…yes it does! Big picture though I have to “dad” up and let Sloane enjoy anytime she can with people she is most familiar with.
Peaches and Herb were playing in the background….come on Mr. 70s you know the song!
About it for now, I’m off to find a live chicken so I can make sure Miss Madison and I have eggs for this weekend before the impending blizzard gets here. As the self-anointed “local” historian around here I’m guessing in the four to six inch range for snowfall, but secretly hoping I get kidnapped and taken a remote Caribbean region drinking mai tais and listening to Eagles music all weekend!