So let’s get one thing out of the way right now: Yes, I have written in the past week. No, my blog on New Year’s Eve hasn’t been forsaken already.

Like I said then, some of the stuff will be mine, and some of the stuff I’ll share. Right now, I am actually working on something I do want to share, but it’s going to take some time. It’s a friend’s story and I want to tell it right, in a way that I’m OK with it being out there, not just OK for him. So maybe next month I’ll start posting that. We’ll see.

But since I am doing the 30 minutes per day of the writing like I said I would, today I’ll this time to do a little thing I’ll call “Monday Musings.” That way, even if I don’t post during the week and just keep the writing to myself, at least I’m actually posting something once a week. If that makes any sense at all.

So I was driving around today and saw a few things that made me look twice or turn my head as if to say, “What the almighty fuck was that?” And those things were:

  • I was heading over to Newport News to show a piece of property today and as I was going into the HRBT tunnel, a car passed me. No biggie. But I happened to look at the license plates and was . . . I don’t know. I guess weirded out? Nah, not really that. It just did actually make me say “What the fuck was that?” The car’s plates were the following letters: SAFE SEX. Now, maybe he or she is a counselor working with at-risk kids who need to learn from an early age that safe sex is better than having three babies by the time you’re 24. Good for them then for putting it right out there so we can teach these kids to grow up themselves first before having little ones. But, um, wait. I guess I do have to be careful on this subject since I have a couple moms out there who had several babies by the time they were 24 and I guess they weren’t considered “at risk” at the time. And when I say “I had a couple moms out there” I’m not talking as if I was a talk-show host catering to an audience. I literally have two moms, out there, who fall in this category of not being able to stop popping out babies before they could even legally drink. I mean for crying out loud, I am practically related to most of the Park after all. Sorry to drag you into this guys, but you did that to yourselves. With help, of course. And without reading those license plates carefully.
  • Before I got to that property, I heard a commercial for some new product called Nugenix. Frank Thomas was the spokesperson, which makes sense since I hate the White Sox and this sounds like a god-awful product. But I will say whoever wrote the radio ad for it did have one attention getter in there that got me. It was something like “Nugenix, the all natural man-booster”. Yup. We now have “man-booster” commercials on the radio, whatever the fuck that is. Sometimes I really miss having my beat up little blue Sprint, a car smaller than most kitchen tables, that didn’t have a radio. Even me, the guy who never stops talking, prefers silence to listening to testosterone commercials.
  • After I left the property, I saw a billboard for what could be the most honest statement ever produced. It was for Cracker Barrel and it said: “Biscuits are spoons you can eat.” That, folks, is truth in advertising.

My 30 minutes are up and I’m as thankful for that as you are. Check it next week and see if it’s any better.