Pam and I got the new Brad Paisley album "Play" the other day. It is a pretty much instrumental album. What continues to amaze me is what a phenomenal guitar player Mr Paisley is. I know he knows, but I feel the rest of you should know as well. Sometimes country music gets a deservedly bad rap, but man this guy is is as good as Satriani, Johnson, Van Halen, etc. Take your pick.
So I will end this post now, and probably be trying to improve my "chops" as it were.
Well, a few months ago I got a sinus infection. Bad enuff that I went to the doctor, who had never seen me even though she's "been" my doctor for like 4 or 5 years. Anyway, that just shows how wicked this infection was. So I took me some antibiotics and Pam got me a NetiPot and I've been pretty well off since. There has been one side effect though. Now I have a superhuman sense of smell. I have now come to realize that there is a reason they don't make comics and movies about "Supersmeller the Magnificent." I think it may be the worst of the five senses to be "superfied" (I'm debating on touch...it's at least a close second, if not first in the worst place sweepstakes). I can smell stuff from across the house that no one else even notices. My roommate at work has some dryer sheets that I have to bury cuz I can smell 'em across the room. Although I don't want anymore infections, maybe I can get super eyesight or get closer to a fire and be able to shoot fire balls like Super Mario or something.
Well, enjoy your day, citizens. Rest assured that if there's smelling to be done, your friendly neighborhood super smeller is on the job!
Thinking of super hero names for your particular talent I humbly suggest the following: Olfactorator the Inhaler, Nostrildomas, Smelly Man and of course Super Snozz. Just a few thoughts…
that's why you just make something up - you know, like you were tapped by the government because they wanted to turn you into the six million dollar man, which since Lee Majors six million isn't that much so all you got is one crummy fingernail that can cut glass.
just to let you know, Russ said we'll be doing the level 4 elementary curriculum for the junior high class. he said he'll fill us in on how it works. apparently all of the lessons will already be written.
Andrew saw Transformers toys at a McDonalds so we broke down and got him a happy meal. Inside was Optimus Prime. I gave it to Andrew and he yells "Woo Hoo a truck transformer!" Then he asks what his name is. I tell him "Optimus Prime." HE has a little trouble repeating it so I say it again. A little further down the road Andrew tells me that he likes "Communist Prime." That might be the funniest thing I've heard in a long time. He hasn't said it again, but she heard the one and only time. Now he's settled on Poptipus Prime or something like that. But I will forever remember "Communist Prime" leader of the Autobot Workers Party.
