SONG BLOG: EPISODE 1-Your favorite song

Okay, when some one asks me, "Hey Nate, what's your favorite song?" The short answer is. "I don't know?" How can you really pick a favorite song, music changes with your mood, your life. But if I were to pick a song, I think it would be this song: Play That Funky Music - Wild Cherry

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fRr2kf84V2M


This song has been my Karaoke "marquee" song for over a decade. It's just a great bass line, and gets people on their feet.

Well it's almost the New Year...

The CHINESE New Year.

So, I've not written very much. I had this HILARIOUS idea to go through A Man, A Can and A Plan ala Julie & Julia. And people often ask me, "Hey Naters, whatever happened to that cooking blog thing?" Well Sarah got pregnant and can barely stand the stink of chicken noodle soup. Let alone be subjected to some of the AWFUL looking stuff I was going to slap on a plate and have her eat. Not to mention when it got to the point food smells didn't make her want to wretch, I had a pretty intense knee surgery. So I couldn't stand for long periods of time.

So people ask if I will pick up the mantle and go forward with the idea once I'm, no pun intended, back on my feet. No, too much time would have passed. The thing about parodies, is you have to get right on them. Or, you have to wait a long time for it to be an amazing reference into popular culture.

But I digress, it's a New Year. I have a new ACL and a new son coming on the 15th of this month. There will be more about me and my family as well as the look at movies, TV and other crap that enters my head. So being as I have no way to REALLY end this blog let's end this with a TV Theme song....



Mmmmm good stuff. Until next time.

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Check it Out, I think it will be fun.


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Thoughts on Ice Cream

There is just something undeniably summer about eating a hand dipped hard scoop ice cream in a cake cone. The perfect time of day to engage in this activity is when the sun hasn’t quite set. You can feel the summer breeze get just a hair cooler. The bicycle wheels spinning in front yards of the neighborhood as it’s now officially time to “come in side.”

Yes, as you sit there with your ice cream cake cone, time and the world seems a little simpler, there are no cares, there are no worries. There is only you and your ice cream cone. Your flavors could be fun, like Mackinac Island Fudge. Each bite or a lick a sweet cream sensation with the occasional nugget of Michigan’s best fudge; or it could be a simple vanilla cone taking in the summer eve with simplicity and nostalgia.

Well whatever your flavor, you made the right choice; because when it comes to enjoying yourself there are no wrong choices. If you enjoyed your self, then no one can tell you, or has the right to tell you, “You did it wrong.”

So sit back with that ice cream cake cone, whether it be with a friend, a romantic interest, a loved one, a family member, or even by yourself. Summer isn’t around for ever, and nice hand dipped hard scoop ice cream cake cone is one way to stretch summer just a little bit longer.

Yooper Pie

If you were to do a Google search for Yooper Pie, you wouldn't find it. If you were to walk into a small, hole in the wall bakery in one of the quaint little towns in the U.P., you wouldn't find it. The Yooper Pie is found only in one place. Econo Foods in Marquette, Michigan.

I stumbled upon this culinary gem a few trips prior to this writing. I had meant to try it, but I either forgot or purchased things more to my liking. However this time, I was running up to Econo for soda and decided "today was the day". I made the purchase and brought it home. 2.49 for two Yooper Pies, what a deal!



Well, I thought Sarah would be excited by this purchase as she loves chocolate and as you will see, this did not lack anything in the chocolate department. But strangely enough, she wasn't that interested and I ate the first one all by myself. Well a few days go by and I decided that I wasn't going to let the Yooper Pie go to waste. And rather than just talk about the Yooper Pie, I was going to show you, the reader exactly what I put in my body for no other reason then to say, "Yup, I ate that."





See what I'm up against? This thing is huge! Oh and don't let the pic fool you, Sarah is not excited about the Yooper Pie, in fact leading up to me actually eating it said things like, "You're really going to eat the other one?" and, "Why would you want to eat that?"

After I explained the spirit of such men as Lewis & Clark and Ponce De Leon, she understood eating the Yooper Pie was bigger than me, it was the Spirit of Adventure!

Here is the thing, these things are awful! The are basically like eating a cake of sweetened lard shaped like a Yooper Pie. I don't understand who eats these, as I've asked all my friends and no one has ever had a Yooper Pie, let alone heard of one. So to conclude, just because something sounds like a good idea, doesn't mean it's to be done.

Look I'm Being Topical

Let's face it Sarah Palin is over reacting. They weren't jokes about her kids, the jokes were about the mentioned sports/political figures. It's a sad case of the Conservative Reich trying to make a mountain out of a mole hill.

Were the jokes off-color? Yes.

Honestly it's funny no one raced to Michael Jackson's Defense when the Late Night Hosts made jokes about him --- I mean children.

Rush Limbaugh once referred to Chelsea Clinton as "The White House Dog". Talk about attacking women and contributing to low self-esteem.

Palin also claimed that the media backed off Obama's family when he said to. Even though people still bring up his grandfather was a Muslim (which is PRACTICALLY a terrorist! *sarcasm*) his middle name is Hussein which is similar to the last name of a dictator. Honestly you can do that here, Vice President RICHARD Cheney, he has the same name as RICHARD Ramirez "The Night Stalker"; and to think he could have been made President.

Let's just move on, and really, people should be watching Conan anyway.

My Dad

"When I was a boy of 14, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be 21, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years." - Mark Twain

I often think about that quote in reference to my Dad. Though, the numbers are a little off, the quote still tells the message. As I’ve gotten older, the more things I wanted to prove to my Dad were wrong; I merely ended up just proving him right.

I remember as a kid my Dad would sit at the table in our little house on Fifth Street in Roscommon, MI sipping his tea, looking out the large window that overlooked a vacant lot next to our house and he would set his cup down and say, “I have a theory…” then he would just prattle on about stuff that my kindergarten brain had any idea of, besides, I was playing with my action figures.

I remember often making fun of my Dad because he’s an impulsive man, often acting without thinking. Purchasing gadgets and trinkets and things we didn’t need but tickled his fancy and he wanted to have them. A trait I’m sad to say, my Wife, Sarah has to put up with on an almost daily basis from me. (Though to be fair, I have thus far NOT purchased the “Sham-wow”.)

Even as I grew later into my teens I would mock my Dad’s choices of television. He was a big fan of “Connections” with James Burke. I used to hate that show as I often felt if the TV was on it should be used to make you laugh, as there was enough sadness and forced learning in real life. Now I wish Connections was still ran some where on TV. (Side note: I found it on YouTube; check it out, fascinating show.)

When my Dad left my Mom in my mid 20s, well I never stopped loving my Dad but, I will say I was very, very, very angry. He was the guy, who always told me to do things, “The Cowboy Way” and I felt that what he did was NOT “The Cowboy Way”. However, my Dad is happy and that makes me happy. My Dad has bailed me out more than a few times in my life, he’s the reason I’m a CENA and has always been there when I needed him. And yet, I can’t seem to remember to send him a birthday card or go visit as much as I should. Even though he doesn’t read it, this blog is my salute to him, he’s done a good job of help making me the man I am today, I only hope I do as good a job with Corbin.


Now if excuse me, I have to price Sham-wows…