Cinnamon sugar swirls in every bite!

My love for Cinnamon Toast Crunch Cereal began in 1984, the year it first came out. I was ten years old. I remember that my Mom bought us two boxes of it (we ate cereal just about every morning) so that it would last us through the week. What she didn't count on was the power of that sugary goodness to control her oldest son's mind.

I woke up the next morning, and poured my first bowl...it was SO GOOD that I quickly finished it. So I poured another. I couldn't stop, it was that good...another bowl gone...with the next bowl I had to add more milk...I'm starting to eat faster and faster...then before I knew it, the box was empty. So I went to the pantry and got the other box. And I ate that entire box as well. Two boxes of Cinnamon Toast Crunch Cereal...swirling around in the digestive system of a ten-year old boy. Not only was I a little bit sick from all the sugar, but I found a new source of power that day.

I imagine the sugar rush and the ensuing crash was pretty severe, but my feeble brain can't really recall. All I know is that it was good, and I had to have more. I tried the cereal again recently, and it was everything I remember, but I just can't handle my cereal like I used to.

There's got to be some way of harnessing all the energy of a ten year old hopped-up on sugar. I bet I could run my house for a week on two boxes of Cinnamon Toast Crunch Cereal.

First Monkeys, now Bugs?

Yes, I've re-started my restoration work on Steve Bennage's VW Bug. I put a page (in Blogger format) on my main site, you can check it out here.

My Monkey Marketing Theory

I have a theory, and it is very simple. Monkeys make any commercial funnier. It's true, you can't deny it. Take this commercial, or this one, or even this one. And these are just the TrunkMonkey ones!

(OK, here's another).

Even VISA, CareerBuilder.com (2, 3, 4, and 5!), Vodaphone, and Bud Light know what's going on.

Higher Monkey Quotient = Higher Funny Quotient.

You know it to be true.

Vegas Elvis at the Funeral

My great-grandmother passed away last week. She was just shy of her 93rd birthday. There was joy in her passing, in that she was ready and anxious to go home, but there is of course mourning as well.

Michelle and I drove into Panama City last Monday afternoon to attend the funeral, we made it just in time, and sat with my parents on the second row. I hate to use the phrase, but it was almost a "typical" funeral, reflecting on the wisdom and kindness of a saint who has lived a full life. Until we got to the third song, then it became...in a word..."AWESOME".

Let me back-track...the pastor who was speaking (officiating?...what do you call it?) at the funeral was good, if not a bit boring. He read the normal Bible quotes, used the normal anecdotes, and we listened to three songs interspersed through his message. The first two were pretty fitting for a funeral. Both were country songs (Michelle can tell you what they were) that spoke about homecoming, etc... The third....was VEGAS ELVIS.



Yep, you heard me. She loved Elvis, so someone made the decision to include a song she would have enjoyed. The best part was the song choice...live Elvis from the Vegas years. For the first minute and a half, it was a pretty satisfying rendition of "How Great Thou Art", then the King kicked it up about six notches.


Here's the link, give it a listen. Close your eyes and imagine yourself in a stuffy little funeral home surrounded by solemn relatives...then wait until the 1:50 mark and hold on tight. It was all I could do not to giggle...I had to bite my lip to suppress the laughter.


The first thing Michelle and I talked about when we were out of earshot was that song and how great it was (wert?). We both thought it hilarious...my Mom did, too. The best bit? I bet my Great-Grandmother would have loved it, too.