Just Pleasure, No Guilt

I used to use the saying "guilty pleasure" all the time and then I realized, why should I feel guilt for something that brings my life pleasure? I think we should be proud of our hobbies, and "likes" in life. I for instance love the new Taylor Swift, Hunger Games, song... Eyes Open. Let me be clear, I HATE Taylor Swift, she is the epitome of what is wrong with the music industry, but whoever wrote and arrange that song should be kicked in to some of that TS money. Every time I hear that song I think of participating in some mortal combat with a bunch of teen "stars" in the woods, I would be really good at that. Not the murder part, but the woods part, all you would have to do is wait out the wussies and they would all kick from exposure and animal attacks. It would have made a boring movie though so I see why the plot line ran towards bloody death. I digress.

I don't know about any of you but I love when advertisements and signs miss the message and say something else. Kind of like the church sign that reads, "the best place to worship god is on your knees". I mean come on, how else can you take that, and that was an actual sign I saw. I heard a cherry this morning from the local radio station, the only station that comes in. It was for the local bank, Decorah Bank and Trust. There was a stupendously bad jingle going on but the line I remember best was... "we know how you like you business handled". HAHAHA. I laughed so hard I almost swerved off the road. Who proofs this stuff before it goes out? Beautiful.

One last bit of info today, this blog might take on a different feel in the next couple months. As you all know we are moving to a farm in Iowa. I am learning how much of a city boy I really am. All the people at work are now calling me city boy for that matter, and I can now understand why. On the property there is a shed about 20x30 that is called a grainery. If you can guess it is for storing grain in a dry place. The building is split into four "bunks" that can hold different grains and feed. Anyways, I was speaking to a co worker Aaron and he ask me what was in there right now. I tried to explain it was long rice like grain in there, and he asked... Oats? I then proceeded to ask, don't oats look like oatmeal? He slowly lowered his head, smiled, shook his head back and fourth, and proclaimed... ahhh, city boy. So now I know that.

We are planning on having a burn party when we get moved in. It is just like the painting parties of the 70's with less paint and more burning crap around the farm. I have all the experts from work coming to tell me what all those metal and wood torture like devices are I have currently laying around. More to come!

Ap