Peakah's Provocations...

I've been inspired by the recent blogger get-together performed by three of my favorite site writers.

Sssteve, Wyatt, and Fitch bumped heads in Philly recently.

Trips like this remind me of mindless roadtrips taken at the drop of a hat when we'd drive for hours to go to a college several hours away just to check out a tip recieved from a sister's ex-roomate's cousin who knew a girl who was in a sorority that had open bar that night... only to make them regret FOREVER that they threw a party with OPEN BAR...

Oh wait... let us fast-forward about 15 years... (disregard the Beastie Boys mixed tape I'm currently playing to put all this into context... NO SLEEP TILL...)

If I was to have my dream road trip it'd go like this:

I'd head south to Albu-cracky, New Mexico just to witness firsthand COPS episodes that would be taping on the spot... oh, and to pay homage to the area that bore all of my children...

no, there's no correlation there... shadd-up.

From there I'd travel I-40 East, and eventually make an ill-advised turn south to Alabama where I'd stop and have a beer with tha Doc, TylerD, and their family... perhaps I'd find my own relatives in that whacked area...

From there I'd hit up my Cuz on the gulf coast of Florida to either do some alligator dodging, or to help him batten down the hatches when the hurricanes hit...

...perhaps I'd skip Florida...

I'd definatelly hit Charlotte, NC where my dad and I can do some helmet-less motorcycle cruising where we'd probably end up like Roethlisberger...

While visiting one of my favorite braindead QBs in the psyche ward, I could swing by Philly and catch up with one of my favorite bloggers... a certain 'sharp shooter'. (Where I would know that if I had a side by side picture, I'd look a lot lighter than I actually am!)

Hmmm... this could really enhance my image... although if I were shooting for an I'm actually a midget look, I'd be the perfect candidate to stand next to Ssssteve in a photograph!

Ok, I'm really going nowhere with this... Give me a shout out where you're at, and why my beautiful wife (who has no idea what exactly she got herself into)- I- and my 5 kids should infiltrate your neck of the woods...

If you offer shelter and sugar you can rest assured that we'll eventually show up...

...hmmm... this could really make for an interesting summer road trip!!!

Well the Arena Bowl was a total blast... the kids were really impressed!



Hey, I had fun... Perhaps they've been put to sleep by my lack of posting lately...

I gotta tell ya, I have no blog motivation anymore. There are so many other things going on that I just don't have the time to devote to my site to keep it interesting.

At least not the time like I did when I worked out of my home office on a full time basis and was able to get away with blowing hours of the workday surfing fellow blogger's sites and ranting and raving away on my own.

I still cruise through my blogroll occasionally and have my buds that I enjoy checking in with on a pretty continuous basis... you know who you are...

When my need to vent political rants exceed my ability to keep my mouth shut, I'll shout out now and then.

Unfortunately it seems as if a nasty form of blogger's block has taken over my being and has yet to let go... besides, those in my blogroll to the right are far better reads than this place anyhow (at least for the time being *wink*).

On with the summer festivities and barbeque action! Which means it's time for me to perfect the future award winning barbeque ribs I'll be someday be famous for.

Somehow I suckered one of the higher-ups of the corporation I now work for to give me 7 tickets to the Arena Bowl tomorrow afternoon here in Las Vegas at the Thomas and Mack Center.

So if you happen to be one of the 25 people who tune into the Arena Bowl and see a dork wearing an authentic Buffalo Bills Jersey with my favorite Player's #12 on it (although my last name is embroydered on the back) surrounded by a sexy blonde and 5 lil crazy Peak clones bouncing around eating me out of house and home, you'll have spent time you'll never get back again...

Nontheless it'll be fun time spent with the kiddies and my lovely wife.

No, I don't understand the arena rules. I have no idea who's even playing...

I'm going to go there, scream my beehind off, and eat nasty arena food... perhaps I'll even make completely ignorant bets with coworkers that'll surely cement my place in the "What the Hell was I Thinking" Hall of Fame...

S'ok tho, the kids are going to marvel at noise and action.

Hey, it could be worse, we could be at the World Cup where we would be guaranteed a good stampedeing of puking hooligans mowing us over...

(a horrible reference to a Crank Yankers episode because I feel as if my crank is being severely yanked)

You'll never guess what I just got in the mail, my very own 2006 Republican Party Platinum Card!!

Dieter says: 'Now's the time on Sprockets when we dance!'

Despite my smart-a$$ answers to their written survey and the over the phone solicitation I received last summer (which they obviously did not document), I'm still considered among the 'very limited number of distinguished Americans' to receive such an honor.

I'm assuming that flashing this 2006 Republican Party Platinum Card as I cross our border will instantly make border guards back down and hit their knees in respect of El Presidente Jorge Buuuuuuuuuuush.

I'm sure to be heading towards H-E-double hockey sticks with this one, but it's too funny to pass up...

There were 3 good arguments that Jesus was Black:

1. He called everyone "brother."

2. He liked Gospel

3. He couldn't get a fair trial.


But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Jewish:

1. He went into His Father's business.

2. He lived at home until he was 33.

3. He was sure his Mother was a virgin and his mother was sure he was God.


But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Italian:

1. He talked with his hands.

2. He had wine with every meal.

3. He used olive oil.


But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was a Californian:

1. He never cut his hair.

2. He walked around barefoot all the time.

3. He started a new religion.


But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Irish:

1. He never got married.

2. He was always telling stories.

3. He loved green pastures.


But the most compelling evidence of all - 3 proofs that Jesus was a Woman:

1. He fed a crowd at a moment's notice when there was no food.

2. He kept trying to get a message across to a bunch of men who just didn't get it.

3. And even when he was dead, He had to get up because there was more work to do.

this was all my wife's fault!! Thanks hunny!

So close for my Sabres...



With youth like this on the team, and a GREAT front office and coaching staff, they'll be back again next year to challenge for the chance to go for the greatest trophy in all of sports...