I just looked in the mirror
Things aren't looking so good
I'm looking California
And feeling Minnesota
It is a beautiful fall weekend here in Bozeman.
Friday night we met some friends at the Garage and then went to a haunted house. It was out in the country, kind of close to our house, actually. It was pretty cool. The wait was really, really long, but they projected Young Frankenstein onto the side of a barn.
Plus, we had good company. It was a pretty cool. The kids who put it on did a great job and made a lot of money for a school trip to Europe.
Saturday, I ended up going to the gym twice. (I know!) I woke up ridiculously early, and couldn't think of anything else to do that wouldn't disturb Stanette. So I lifted, did the rowing machine and a mellow eliptical for a half hour.
After, I went to Bagel Works and got a couple of bacon, egg and provolone "works" bagels... toasted, of course.
I brought it home & we hung out for a while, and then Stanette wanted to go to the gym, so I said, "what the hey," and rocked a two-a-day. I climbed steps for 45 minutes, which I assert is the single best workout. Stanette is a runner and claims that is the best.
Looking at her physique, I may have to reconsider.
Although, there are some who say swimming, and others say cross-country skiing...
Who cares? As long as I am not on the couch, eating Cool Ranch Doritos by the fistful, I consider it a victory.
After the gym, we went to the Pourhouse and had a burger and a drink or two. We watched some college football. It's funny, but people here go nuts for Montana State football.
Having grown up watching Big Ten football, then grabbing a quick history degree from the Big East and meandering out to USC... watching college football here looks a lot like 13th grade football.
Of course, that's completely offensive, but really, when you are watching 165 pound white wide receivers, it's time to call a spade a spade. Or a cracker a cracker. Whatever.
After we got home, Stanette didn't feel well. She took a Tylenol PM (what a wonderful invention... I can't even imagine how good Ambien is).
I took my Telecaster up to the Boogie Station and rocked out. I hooked up the mic and ran the guitar through all my effects. It's kind of crazy. I have printouts of all the songs I know and it it is damn near a hundred.
I ran through I've Got A Feeling, Can't Buy Me Love, Drive My Car, Honky Tonk Woman, Betterman, Corduroy, I Will Survive, The Waiting, Breakdown, Free Fallin', Smells Like Teen Spirit, About A Girl, We're Gonna Be Friends, For The Turnstiles, Old Man, Rockin' in the Free World and Funk #49, among others.
I also sat down at the drum kit for a while. It's starting to get a little dangerous.
Honestly. The music is starting to sound really good. The Mitten kicks ass.
And why not? If you live in Montana, and no decent bands will come within 1100 miles (Minneapolis, Seattle, Denver... Salt Lake? Ha!), you just have to make your own damn music.
Running that guitar through a Mesa Boogie amp brings a tone that sounds like cotton candy tastes.
I came back to bed and we watched some Six Feet Under. Stanette hasn't seen it, and we are watching it from the beginning. We're on season 2.
Today, we ran a bunch of errands. We went to Costco, Target, Michaels, Home Depot and the grocery store. (I really wanted to hit Bed, Bath and Beyond. We just didn't have time.)
Stanette proceeded to throw down like James Brown in the kitchen. She made chili. She made pesto with pecans and mustard greens. (Dude.) She rolled up some enchiladas for lunch this week.
Oh, she also cut up a Costco vat of strawberries to put in smoothies, which she makes every morning.
Sheez.
Miles away, so unclear, almost lost it
In Montana
Let's pull over, have us a choke
I love to watch you
When you're dancing
I wonder if they ever dream, they would get just what we gave them
All wrapped up in being nineteen
Chasing stars that are falling
-Kings of Leon... Learn it, live it, love it.
Why am I writing this?
Why do I do this?
Seriously.
I don't know.
I've got a feeling, a feeling deep inside, oh yeah.
Please believe me, I'd hate to miss the train, oh no.
All that I was looking for was somebody who looked like you.
I've got a feeling.
I think that everybody knows.
Friday night we met some friends at the Garage and then went to a haunted house. It was out in the country, kind of close to our house, actually. It was pretty cool. The wait was really, really long, but they projected Young Frankenstein onto the side of a barn.
Plus, we had good company. It was a pretty cool. The kids who put it on did a great job and made a lot of money for a school trip to Europe.
Saturday, I ended up going to the gym twice. (I know!) I woke up ridiculously early, and couldn't think of anything else to do that wouldn't disturb Stanette. So I lifted, did the rowing machine and a mellow eliptical for a half hour.
After, I went to Bagel Works and got a couple of bacon, egg and provolone "works" bagels... toasted, of course.
I brought it home & we hung out for a while, and then Stanette wanted to go to the gym, so I said, "what the hey," and rocked a two-a-day. I climbed steps for 45 minutes, which I assert is the single best workout. Stanette is a runner and claims that is the best.
Looking at her physique, I may have to reconsider.
Although, there are some who say swimming, and others say cross-country skiing...
Who cares? As long as I am not on the couch, eating Cool Ranch Doritos by the fistful, I consider it a victory.
After the gym, we went to the Pourhouse and had a burger and a drink or two. We watched some college football. It's funny, but people here go nuts for Montana State football.
Having grown up watching Big Ten football, then grabbing a quick history degree from the Big East and meandering out to USC... watching college football here looks a lot like 13th grade football.
Of course, that's completely offensive, but really, when you are watching 165 pound white wide receivers, it's time to call a spade a spade. Or a cracker a cracker. Whatever.
After we got home, Stanette didn't feel well. She took a Tylenol PM (what a wonderful invention... I can't even imagine how good Ambien is).
I took my Telecaster up to the Boogie Station and rocked out. I hooked up the mic and ran the guitar through all my effects. It's kind of crazy. I have printouts of all the songs I know and it it is damn near a hundred.
I ran through I've Got A Feeling, Can't Buy Me Love, Drive My Car, Honky Tonk Woman, Betterman, Corduroy, I Will Survive, The Waiting, Breakdown, Free Fallin', Smells Like Teen Spirit, About A Girl, We're Gonna Be Friends, For The Turnstiles, Old Man, Rockin' in the Free World and Funk #49, among others.
I also sat down at the drum kit for a while. It's starting to get a little dangerous.
Honestly. The music is starting to sound really good. The Mitten kicks ass.
And why not? If you live in Montana, and no decent bands will come within 1100 miles (Minneapolis, Seattle, Denver... Salt Lake? Ha!), you just have to make your own damn music.
Running that guitar through a Mesa Boogie amp brings a tone that sounds like cotton candy tastes.
I came back to bed and we watched some Six Feet Under. Stanette hasn't seen it, and we are watching it from the beginning. We're on season 2.
Today, we ran a bunch of errands. We went to Costco, Target, Michaels, Home Depot and the grocery store. (I really wanted to hit Bed, Bath and Beyond. We just didn't have time.)
Stanette proceeded to throw down like James Brown in the kitchen. She made chili. She made pesto with pecans and mustard greens. (Dude.) She rolled up some enchiladas for lunch this week.
Oh, she also cut up a Costco vat of strawberries to put in smoothies, which she makes every morning.
Sheez.
Miles away, so unclear, almost lost it
In Montana
Let's pull over, have us a choke
I love to watch you
When you're dancing
I wonder if they ever dream, they would get just what we gave them
All wrapped up in being nineteen
Chasing stars that are falling
-Kings of Leon... Learn it, live it, love it.
Why am I writing this?
Why do I do this?
Seriously.
I don't know.
I've got a feeling, a feeling deep inside, oh yeah.
Please believe me, I'd hate to miss the train, oh no.
All that I was looking for was somebody who looked like you.
I've got a feeling.
I think that everybody knows.
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