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There is a park in Winslow, Arizona called “Standin’ On The Corner”. You know I couldn’t make this up.*cue Eagles “Take It Easy”* So I had to go and stand there.  Standin' on a corner in Winslow Arizona While I was standing on the corner in Winslow, Arizona a guy oh Lord on a sweet Harley slowed down to take a look at me. And then we had dinner. True story…. Don’t stop now! Continue reading Standin On A Corner In Winslow Arizona I found Mollie’s Nipple on the way to Purgatory. I can only assume Mollie is walking around with one nipple. "Mollie's Nipple" in Hurricane, UT. I have no idea where the other one is. I hope Mollie still has it. It’s a butte named “Mollie’s Nipple”. Makes you wonder if Mollie was a popular saloon gal back in the day. Or if she lost one in a bar fight. Have you ever see a 100 year-old fruitcake? No, no, I’m not talking about an old gay guy. Geez, people. I mean an actual fruitcake. Found via RoadsideAmerica.com at the Hurricane Valley Heritage Museum, it was originally a four-layer wedding cake. Not sure when they ate the two missing layers, but unless they ate them with a hammer and chisel, it wasn’t anytime in the recent past. Don’t stop now! Continue reading Mollie Lost Her Nipple In Purgatory But I Found It The zombie apocalypse beginneth, people. Be prepared.I knew I was getting closer to my destination when I started seeing zombies.  A zombie miner. I swear he said "braaaainnss" as I walked by. You probably aren’t aware the apocalypse has started because the zombies are beginning the invasion in the middle of nowhere. You know how in apocalyptic movies they always show the survivors flee to some barren wasteland? Yeah, that’s where I was. In the middle of a barren wasteland. And so were the zombies. (Of which I had more photos, but they sucked. The photos, not the zombies. Vampires suck.) Like a shriveled, dried-up oasis tucked amongst the ubiquitous tumbleweeds and dust I saw the rustic timbers of Calico Ghost Town rise out of the nothingness. A thriving mining town in 1881, Calico, just outside of Barstow, CA, is now home to nine zombies – err, I mean people. I suspect they ate 31 of the original 40 residents and have lived off the brains of lost tourists ever since. Except for the zombies, this place really is deserted. Well-kept, but deserted. My first real attempt at a video is below. Sorry, my audio overlay needs work. Since you can’t hear me doing the voice-over, this is what I’m saying: Don’t stop now! Continue reading I Found Zombies In A Ghost Town – The Apocalypse Beginneth   I needed one for my RV, so I made one. Bumper sticker available at my Zombie Life Is Good Store for under $4. (click photo to go to store) http://zazzle.com/kernut* The Great RV Roll-About Begins… While continuing my efforts to pitch The Great RV Roll-About to anyone who might listen, I pumped the TV station’s film crew for info and tips. They said I should make some videos first, then pitch it to the TV station. Oh. Ok, I can do that. So with my usual brilliance of forethought and planning, I’m starting The Great RV Roll-About by traveling to the hot bed of funness known as St. George, Utah. Yup, I really thought it through. Since mere months ago I was on my way to Hell in a hand basket, I thought I’d finish the job by heading for the hottest part of the country on September 21. At the same time as the Senior Games start and every person over 50 with an RV is in town. There I go again with the thinking and the planning. Actually, this is the first major thing in my life that isn’t planned. Case in point: When I was in my late teens I decided I would get married at 27. No, I didn’t have a fiance or a boyfriend of any note. That was just “The Plan”. Yeah. It never happened. Not only did it not happen by age 27, it hasn’t happened in the As Patty Punker put it, this time “I’m flying without a net”. What this really means is: Don’t stop now! Continue reading I’m On The Road And Headed For Hell Can’t see London, can’t see France, unless we see your underpants. TSA In Your Pants Traveling for the holidays? I’m sorry to hear that, you have my sympathies. Unless of course, you are hoping to be groped by a TSA agent. In that case, you have my congratulations as you will likely succeed. Enjoy! And please do ask them to buy you dinner first. It’s the least you deserve for giving it up to the TSA. The Blog Gang is at it again and today’s topic is “Holidays”. I could write a whole book on holidays with the family, but they read this blog so I can’t. Instead I thought I’d share with you all a little Holiday traveling humor, courtesy – or rather at the expense – of the TSA and their new policy. Without further ado, brought to you by the interwebs, and my old boss at the P.I. office: The new TSA slogans… Safe Travels and a Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours! The Blog Gang is below… please leave a comment and visit them, too! If you don’t share this story, zombies will get you. (Just a little.)  Sunset cruise on the Princess Monterey. It helped, but just enough to get me through the week. From Mega Yachts to Tiny Houses. This blog all over the place. But if you’ve read at least three posts here, you already knew that. Besides, I wouldn’t know how/where to categorize this whole blog, given the limited options provided by Google and Yahoo. Whatever. Their loss. Actually, “Whatever” might just be the perfect category. But I digress. Yet again. Lately I’ve had this sense of unrest, this sense of needing to GO. Go where, I don’t know, but just to GO. Somewhere, almost anywhere, really. I have a bad case of wanderlust. This happens to me quite regularly. I do love my wanderlust, it takes me to the most interesting places, on some interesting journeys, and fun adventures. But it won’t be ignored. Like an intense craving, or more like being pulled towards something. I HAVE to go. I can stave it off for a month or so by spending a day or three at the coast, either Monterey or Santa Barbara. For years that has been enough. But not anymore. It seems my wanderlust has grown stronger. A trip to the coast only seems to stave it off or a week or two rather than a month or two. Now it calls to me ALL. THE. TIME. Three months ago it was already calling me constantly when I mentioned it in Panic Much? FEAR = F*ck Everything And Run. I still . . . → Read More: Tiny Houses and The Great Wanderlust  Mega Yacht "A". This picture makes the 394 foot yacht look small, but if you look closely you can see a tiny, little boat in front of it. There are about 6 people in that little boat. The BIG local news is all about this Mega Yacht, the “A”, owned by 38 year-old Russian Billionaire Andrey Melnichenko, that’s currently anchored off the coast of Sausalito (near San Francisco). There are three pools, one with a glass bottom viewable in the dance room below, and doorknobs worth $40,000 on the ship. Entry to the master suite (all 2,500 square feet) is by finger print recognition. There is also a special “nookie” room. This is my kind of man! The mega yacht is 394 feet in length, and worth a mere $300 million, but it’s only the 12th largest in the world. It is smaller in size to Larry Ellison’s (local celebrity of Oracle fame/billions), Larry has a reputation in these parts (and also Malibu) as being somewhat of an ass. I love the fact that Andrey has parked his mega yacht in Larry’s back yard, so to speak. Hah. Yay Andrey! Mega Yacht Eclipse. My new home. Eclipse, the world’s largest mega yacht an estimated at 538 feet in length, is owned by another young Russian billionaire Roman Abramovich. This beauty has two helicopter pads, you know in case you want to go to a different port than others on the yacht. Like the “A”, much of the glass is bullet proof. . . . → Read More: A Mega Yacht in Larry’s Backyard  Not LA, but I was chilly in this picture. This is probably what I look like right now since the weather in LA is cold. Hello My Dear Kernutties from sunny cloudy Los Angeles! Since I’m #NotAtBlogHer (and totally jealous of all the blogalicious gals who went), I’m doing this. Yay for you! I’m hoping to do live tweets from my trip to LA this weekend. But my phone isn’t a “smart phone”, it’s only of average intelligence. If it doesn’t work, you won’t see any tweets below. They may instead be above. Crap, I just realized that. Or maybe you don’t see any tweets because I was kidnapped by a hot knight/swarthy pirate/romantic gentleman. (Hey, one can dream. Don’t judge.) But per chance I am really kidnapped, use this picture on the missing poster, ok? You will make a missing poster for me, right? Right? Hello? (UPDATED 8/9/10: My tweets did not come through. In the words of Wicked Shawn, le sigh. I will recreate the awesome tweets here tonight.) 4:41:33 AM: Up at 0-dark-hundred to drive an hour to meet the charter bus to LA. I hope this live blogging is working. #NotatBlogHer 7:35:33 AM: ok it appears live blogging on kernut.com is not working right for this noob… None of my AWESOME tweets came thru. (THIS is the only tweet, besides the opening/title that posted to my blog. WTF??) 8:27:33 AM: One the bus to LA with crazy people. (pic here Twitpic didn’t work either . . . → Read More: Not At BlogHer – Live Blogging From LA  6 comments - (Comments are closed)  Humor, Travel, Twitter Is Sucking Me In  Live Blogging Through Twitter, Twitter, Twitter Owns My Soul It’s true my dear Kernutties – I Went To Jail 4th of July Weekend.The pokey, the joint, the big house, the slammer. The Greybar Hotel. The Rock (no, not the hot one named Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson). I was a guest of the state. Alas, this time I did not commit any crimes (none they know about, anyway). Fortunately for me (and you) I was allowed to leave. Albeit, after a short tour. I went on a tour of Alcatraz State Prison for the 4th of July.
You know how I want my blog to be educational for y’all? Well, in the likely unlikely event you find yourself incarcerated, I wanted to share a little prison slang with you… Don’t stop now! Continue reading On The 4th of July I Went To Jail, The Pokey, The Slammer 2 comments - (Comments are closed) Humor, Jobs I Had, Travel, Who cares Alcatraz, Jail Bait, San Francisco Wow! I got another award! The Beautiful Blogger Award!(I think someone saw my photoshopped picture.) This is from the most sexy Wicked Shawn. Thank you sweetie! *throws kisses* I like her. Come to think of it, the other one was from her, too. (If you’re counting, yes that is only two awards. Your point?)  Beautiful Blogger Award - From Wicked Shawn. She likes me. Here are the rules: .
Seven things you could not care less about have been dying to know about me: Don’t stop now! Continue reading Beautiful Blogger Award For Moi? 16 comments - (Comments are closed) Bloggers I Stalk, Meditation, Single and Loving It, Travel Cheezy Americana, Meditation, Single, Travel |
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