Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Unplug and yet not

Wow...its been forever since I posted here. Life is busy...

I haven't been doing much riding at all...no trips, nothing exciting to talk about. I've been remodeling the house. Master bath is and has been done...carpet is torn out except in the master bedroom. I'm going to be putting in wood laminate. But before I do that, Kelly and I have been busting ass painting the house. Each room/area with a different color. So far the small spare is done, and we did most of the great room/dining room area. We have some white on the window sills, but that is the last thing I've worried about. Next is the big spare, hall bathroom, master bedroom and finally the kitchen. Looking forward to being completed.

We've also decided to cover the front of the house in vines. I've always loved that look...but that is something that is going to take a lot of time. Also considering making a backyard wall out of bamboo trees. Only time will tell what we will actually do.

Tomorrow I get off work at 2pm and pick up mama. From there we will head to Prescott Valley for the Eric Church/Miranda Lambert concert. I have been bless with getting the chance to meet Eric Church, get an autograph and photo with him. Hopefully I will be able to get my acoustic guitar signed by him and frame it to hang on the wall.

Last nite I broke the glass bowl that goes with my electric mixer...so more then likely I won't be doing any baking this year like I thought. I'm still probably going to make some more cheese. I found out from a cousin that it can be made with whole milk so that I don't have to buy raw milk (which is very expensive).

Hopefully I will be back on here and Twitter more....until then keep the rubber side down.

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Thursday, May 20, 2010

New ebay store opening

Just wanted to let everyone know I have opened up a new ebay store to get products moving. Yes these are all truly in stock and not just drop ship items. They are all high quality .925 sterling silver with the exception of 1 item which is a black skull ring made of buffalo horn. Once I get start selling and get some capital going I am going to put it on my permenant business site, http://www.twistedpistonsgear.com. Yes just as the domain says the name is Twisted Pistons Gear. Then will eventually do biker events. Right now only selling jewelry, but will add other gear, apparel and accessories. We only want to sell quality items so not sure if we will sell stainless steal jewelry or not yet. We are going to have to look for a supplier and some sample products. Wouldn't you rather keep money in the biker community? For bikers by bikers!

Link to the store is http://stores.ebay.com/Twisted-Pistons-Gear

Let me know what you think!

Good song, great meaning

This song recently started playing quite a bit on the radio. I took a liking to it and even have the album now. I enjoy listening to Miranda Lambert, but she's not a fav that I look out for. What hit me most was the words to the song....they mean much more then how enjoyable the song is. I think she did a good job.

Artist: Lambert Miranda
Song: The House That Built Me
Album: Revolution

I know they say you can’t go home again
I just had to come back one last time
Ma’am I know you don’t know me from Adam
But these handprints on the front steps are mine

Up those stairs in that little back bedroom
Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar
I bet you didn’t know under that live oak
My favorite dog is buried in the yard

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

Mama cut out pictures of houses for years
From Better Homes and Gardens magazine
Plans were drawn and concrete poured
Nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama’s dream

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

You leave home and you move on and you do the best you can
I got lost in this old world and forgot who I am

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I walk around I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

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March 25th, 2010

This is a day that will never be forgotten. At least for the biker community around the world. On Saturday Sandy, K2 and I visit the crash site. This was one of the most humbling experiences to me. The Murial that was placed there full of all sorts of items is simply an amazing outpour from the motorcycle community. The entire scene was way to close to home, no matter I knew them or not. You could still see the white substance the police puts down for fuel spills as well as the burn marks. As soon as we arrived, I noticed the channel 5 news van. I just started by sitting on the small wall for a few minutes. Taking everything in. Clearing my head a bit for what I was about to experience. Once I got off the wall I looked at all that was left for this Murial. Complete awe. A couple of older ladies took pictures. I decided that out of respect for those who had passed away, those survived and families of all I would not do so. Even as much as many love my photography, I could not capture everything here. I could not begin to impose such emotion in only such stagnate photographs. You would just have to be there. You just need to visit and pay your respects on a personal level. After I had surveyed the Murial, I was less than ready to see what was ahead. I turned around and looked into the road, where the bikes lay on that day. I am not a very emotional person at all, but I was nearly in tears from the moment I arrived. There are no photographs or words than can capture this. After taking all this in, I left the area with no intention of returning. I had been having some very bad acid reflux so I went into Walgreens for milk and then sat on the bench outside of the store with Sandy and Kelly. It was respectful of the channel 5 to wait until we had left before filming anything. March 25 and April 10th are 2 days that have burned a permanent memory as to where I was on those days. Neither, will I forget.

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Psycho stalker ex-wife, Bitch with capital a "B"

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