We’ve Got The ‘Coons!

I saw a headline on the news a few weeks ago that said, “raccoon loose in man’s house”. First, that’s dumb and I can’t figure out what makes it news worthy. Second, there’s been about 10 raccoons in my parent’s house and we never made the news. You’re all laughing and you probably think [...]

Slowest Gazelle in the Pack

Now for a story that really sucks. I was reminded of this during the maid of honor’s speech at a wedding where a rather incriminating story about me was brought up, involving me convincing the bride (as a young child) to stick her hand in a dogs mouth and promising it wouldn’t bite her (it [...]

My First Car, A Picture Story


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I felt the need to better convey my point with some visuals.

There she is, The Party Wagon herself, in all of her poopy glory. For any of you who knew her, I don’t apologize. You loved her, don’t hate.

The pimped out dashboard, notice the hula doll and happy face between the vents. The hula doll [...]

My First Car

During a night of reminiscing with old friends we landed on the ever fun topic of our first cars. There was a plethora of rust, non-operational windows (even the hand crank ones didn’t work!), bullet holes, and cars that should have reached terminal velocity at 45 m.p.h. because beyond that point the turbulence was almost [...]

Old People and Near Death Experiences

So, remember when I made fun of hill hopping teenagers? Well, it’s my moment of truth, the REAL reason I was never one of those kids. The reason is, when my brother was 16 and I was 12, he nearly killed us being one of those kids..it was a Dukes of Hazzard moment. You se,e [...]

I’m Special, Helmet Special

Shoes? Ok, so my mom didn’t throw shoes, but only because they weren’t in arms reach. She’s short though, so there’s not much that IS in arms reach, but if it was, she’d throw it FO SHO!So my room was always messy when I was little. Now my house is messy because I have more [...]

Scott-isms

When all else in my life fails, I can count on my brother to put everything into perspective for me. As a child he got me many spanking by telling me “go ahead Nik, mom and dad won’t care, just do it” or his old stand by “try it, you’ll like it” Come to think [...]

the bookbag…

Right before I started Kindergarten mom took Scott & I to Sears, there was a sale on bookbags apparently, because Scott and I both got 2. Mom has always lived by the belief that you buy things when they are cheap so you don’t have to spend the extra money later on when you need [...]