Happy Hiker's Feetz

Let’s face it, my feet look like baked potatoes with corn chips for toenails and no man’s fetish. Altering them for the better in any way is not a likely scenario on my path to overall ultimate salvation. In the meantime I’ve stumbled across this stuff.

I know, I know, it ain’t a Nancy Boy product but within its own manly tradition this lotion treats me feetz like they scream to be treated. Geared toward soothing, healing and perhaps rescuing hiker’s damaged dogs it also just feels good and absorbs nicely into dry or scaly flesh. I had to ankle down to e-Bay to buy it on-line but I suppose it could be found at spas near deserts and dunes and rocky tors.

Creamy Goodness

A couple of months ago a houseguest left a container of this yogurt in my refrigerator. Late one night I needed a snack and popped it open and slurped it down. Pretty good stuff! So, off and on, I’ve been buying various flavors of this particular brand of yogurt to fend off a tater tot binge or to keep from cracking open another tube of Oreos. I thought my favorite flavor would be pomegranate since I seem to be on that kick with my choice of fruit juices and margarita toppings, etc. Oddly enough Chobani has chosen to leave too many seeds in their pom yogurt so it has an unpleasant crunch and perhaps dangerous to dental health. So my favorite flavor is black cherry.

This might not be my most interesting blog in the world. But it’s only 140 calories and should go down easy.

Bouncing Music

I don’t do much watching on my computer. I don’t watch television shows or movies and I don’t “stream” anything; including music. What I do is write e-mails and sometimes go to various chat rooms and often hit up Goggle/Wikipedia for answers to a variety of subjects for a variety of projects. So YouTube is a seldom thing in this household. As a consequence I rarely see the cute cat capers or anything else people at the water cooler are swooning over. Also, being the basic snotty snob I am I will rarely even open an e-mail with an attachment where the subject line is along the lines of “I thought you would like this.” I learned that lesson many years ago. The fact is I rarely-to-never “like this” and I burn rubber sending it to the Spam bin.

So when I stumbled across this video and became mesmerized and found myself watching it over and over and over and my first thought was, “Oh, jeez, what do I do now? Are my principles being tested? Is Satan sitting on my shoulder?


If you think this is Spam I’ll understand:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=mQdsESfSrxE