PonderSauce

I hate amusements parks.  There isn't much else I would rather not do.  I'd almost even consider sanding drywall, as long as I could paint it afterwards.   I've ridden roller coasters in my adult years and I still just don't get the thrill.  Do you go fast and take tight corners?  Sure!  And it is kind of fun.  But there is no element of fear.  There is no freedom.  You just ride.  It's completely safe.  I also can't seem to get past the idea of waiting in line for so long for 30 seconds of fun.  Some coasters people spend upwards of 2+ hours for a ride!  I just don't understand.   But the line, one thing I do enjoy is spending time with friends and family.  But you can also do that over coffee, drinks, or sitting on one of the benches at the park.   But this isn't really a post about why I don't like roller coasters and amusement parks.  Ok, it kind of is.   I'm claustrophobic....

Does anyone else not just want to listen to music, but they want to feel it?  I want music that moves me.  I had one of those moments today.   I have "Lonely the Brave" and their song "The Blue, the Green" to thank for it.    And yeah, you can click that and listen for yourself.   I just deleted several paragraphs of real personal shit.  Hindsight says I should have just maybe moved it somewhere. And now I'm kind of upset that I didn't do that.   But damn...this song and the video make me feel something.  I can't listen to it without crying. Obviously the song is about something, but the way the lyrics are written, it can meet you where you are.    I've listened to this song maybe 15 times this afternoon, and it never gets loud enough.  This is one I went  downstairs to the studio to just absolutely lose myself. And my Les Paul hasn't seen that kind of abuse in years.  Maybe never.  Nor the outside...

What is the Crisis of Mid-Life?   I’ll be turning 40 next month.   I know, right? Bet you never would have guessed. I actually find it amusing when I tell people I have been painting for nearly 20 years.   More if you count the few summers working for my Grandfather.   Ironically, at one of his jobs is where I saw my first Playboy magazine.   I still wonder if he made the connection as to why I spent all that time in the bathroom at 14 years old.   Probably not, because I’m sure he never snooped in the magazine racks of customers bathrooms.   Most of you probably don’t even know magazine racks were kept in the bathroom. That was before smartphones.   Speaking of smartphones I’m typing this one on. While listening to a band I just discovered called “Ghost”. It’s hair metal from 2022. I’m digging it.   Perfect for dude turning 40.   But in the 40th (but really guess the 41st) year of my life, I want to make it a point to become my best sel...

 That I'm feeling? Is this the love, that I've been searching for.... Alright...enough of Whitesnake.  But what a great song from the late 80's.   This is a short one, but one that I want to write out.  Do you remember, or are you currently experiencing that "might be love" feeling?  Like, when someone really grabs your attention.  You might not even know why, but you find yourself attracted to them, maybe even nervous around them.  You don't want to make it too obvious and scare them, but you also want to do enough to "test the waters" and see if there is a mutual interest.  Although...some bold people would just come out and say it.  Hindsight says that's probably a lot easier.   But once that phase has ended and the two of you are together, assuming all goes well, have you ever found yourself analyzing every little encounter as a measure of love?  Even the little moments.  What if he/she feels somewhat aloof and no...

Is something that I'll never experience.  But I try to stay as hygienic as possible without completely destroying all the awesome colonies of helpful bacteria living all over my body to support it's balance, heath and veracity.  But this post has absolutely nothing to do with that.  It's about the ceremony of foot washing.  My first foot washing occurred when I was in youth group.  I can't quite remember all the context, except for the fact that it happened.  Trauma much?  First, let me say this, if your youth pastor wants to wash the youth groups feet, maybe put a stop to that.  You can opt out.  This is my opinion, but that type of ceremony in youth group is uncalled for and should never happen.  Looking back...yeah, it's creepy and maybe (probably) what you think it is.  Or maybe the youth pastor was just delusional, thinking it was a good idea and completely oblivious to personal space or fetishes.  It probably happened to ...

This past weekend I had the honor of traveling to the Pacific Northwest to be a groomsman for my friend Michael and his beautiful wife Nicole. I had never been to the PNW before, so I had no idea the beauty of it.  It was a wonderful weekend wedding celebrated with just as wonderful people.   But that's not what this post about.  This is about the rental car that I had a love/hate relationship with.   I ordered a "Premium Elite" SUV.  When I got there, I chose an Audi Q5 as seen here.   When I got it I was already running on about 6 hours of sleep, and had just traveled by car and plane for over 13 hours.  So I'm pretty beat.  Took me a good minute to figure out all I had to do was push the button to start it.  And then another minute to figure out I needed to push the brake to turn on the engine.  There was also no setting up the gigantic touchscreen apple car play.  For the most part though, I was able to get in and...