Race to the White House (Via Your Driveway) 2008
every weekend these two signs move closer and closer to the edge of their driveways...the McCain driveway actually had two signs side by side but it "accidentally" fell down while i was trying to get the perfect picture. then somehow that same fallen sign was swept away by a hefty wind and landed in the trash can at the Target parking lot. come on now, do two signs mean you really really want McCain to win? or does it mean you really really are an ass?
people I would like to ship out to space, never to be heard from again (in no particular order):

1. the jonas brothers - it's bad enough that there are 3 of them, but if i hear one more word about who did their hair, what skinny jeans they are wearing, or their chastity belts, i will have to officially stop watching the E! channel and i don't want to have to do that for those feathered-haird freaks.

2. miley cyrus - i know she's only 16, but she sounds like she's been smoking a carton of cigarettes a day for 87934 years. if she could do me a favor and bring her hannah montana character along on that space ride with her, that'd be much appreciated.

3. brad and angelina - i don't care if you adopt the whole nation of honduras, but all the talk about your growing family and your "charity work" has gotten too preachy and annoying.

4. ryan seacrest - enough said.
my new hobby - horse back riding...
galloping...
good horsey...
taking cell phone calls on my new eco-friendly phone...
i have found the best diner in the world. the attraction isn't so much the diner food (although if i could i would bathe in a bowl of their matzo ball soup and use their grilled cheese sandwich as a loofah), but the best part is their crazy decorating enthusiasm for any and all holidays...they even go so far as to celebrate "groundhog's day"...but now is strictly all about halloween and has been since the 2nd week of september...
ridin' the caboose to ghost town....
if this writing thing doesn't work out i would make a mean mummy...
as if the place couldn't get any better they have a "toy house" or as i like to call it a "toy-claw-clamp-down-on-my toy-now-thingy...."
and when the toy-claw-clamp doesn't give me the toy i want...i break out my "give-me-all-your-lunch-money" bully tactics...
woohoo! i can't wait to see the attractions at exit 55!!
bummer...