Colder than No Love

If Ross man the boss man, former crew leader and local hero turned local legend were here, he might say something to the extent that it is colder than no love. In a clear defiance of the cold, Ross the kid (my house mate and china plate) approached me last week and something resembling the following: "Yeah, we haven't done anything in a while...want to go jump in Flat Lick Falls?"
"Yeah, I'm in."
"Well you gotta be"
So later that week, Ross, Jennie, Jesse, and I all went to the falls down at Flat Lick. A freezing mist rose up about us as we balanced out on a log in the middle of that water. I kept trying to avoid the water like mad, waving my arms and leaning forward and backward, but then remembered that the reason we were there was to get into the water. Then I became very cold. We all jumped in, me last, and then madly scrambled back up to shore, got dressed and ran back to the van. It was ill advised, but I guess it was our best attempt to stare cold in the face and say, "Hey, whatever man."

Since it's too cold for rational thought, here comes some random observations.

-Do you ever notice how certain albums remind you of certain seasons or times in your life? For example, Death Cab for Cutie reminds me of winter 2006 at Fever. Cake's "Comfort Eagle" reminds me of Summers 2002-2006 Just Saying
-Do you ever notice how the best food/drink combination is far and away pizza and beer? You can make all the claims for French cheese and wine you want, but for me, it's Chicago pizza and maybe a Guinness.
-Sometimes, when I'm talking on the cell phone, I wonder if maybe in 20 years scientists will discover that cell phones really did give people cancer after all.
-This past week, a group of nurses from Scranton was working with CAP. Ross the kid and I asked this one young lady if she was a vegetarian. She said no. To which I replied, "Isn't ham great?!?!" This confused her. I also took the opportunity to ask most of them if they knew Dwight. Few knew what I was talking about.
-If I ever became a writer, I might have to buy a top hat, start smoking cigarettes, drink more tea, get more corduroys and rent a small apartment in a big city with paint chipping off the windows and a huge pile of dishes in the sink.
-Don't you think that you could enjoy Dave Matthews Band a bit more if his fans weren't quite so annoying?
-A couple weeks back, Ross and I were at mass and a man a couple pews ahead of us, wearing overalls and a turtle neck remarked to his son, "Son, I've been redneck since before you were born"
-This past weekend, we went to Lexington and tried some beers; 1. PBR, classic. 2. Rogue's (brewed in Oregon) Dead Guy ale, a bit bitter but tasty, Jesse did not like it. 3. BBC (Bluegrass Brewing Company) Nut Brown ale brewed in Louisville, excellent, a little chocolaty but delicious and thick.
-The mouse count is up to 9, we've moved to the high ground. I suggested we use a sticky trap and throw it into the woods as a threat to the other mice.

Cheers

Quote of the day from one of my favorite movies, Field of Dreams
Ray Kinsella: That's my corn out there, you're guests in my corn! No, wait. I did it all. I listened to the voices, I did what they told me, and not once did I ask what's in it for me.
Shoeless Joe Jackson: What are you saying, Ray?
Ray Kinsella: I'm saying? what's in it for me?
Shoeless Joe Jackson: Is that why you did this Ray? For you?