Top 10 Reasons to Like/Dislike Canada

This is a quick one....only posting it because, counting the three drafts I have, there were a total of 18 posts.  And I have some sort of weird phobia (not in my phobias post from earlier) about the # 18....don't judge me!!


LIKES

10. James Naismith is Canadian.  He invented basketball.
9.   Ryan Reynolds is from Canada....
8.   as is Michael J. Fox
7.  About 9% of the worlds renewable water supply is controlled by Canada.
6.  Canadian beer has more alcohol.
5.  Hockey, at least the modern version, was created in Canada.
4.  There is a huge population of bears.
3.  They pretty much let us have Alaska.
2.  Did I mention Hockey?
1.  They put up with all kinds of crap from their noisy neighbors to the South.

DISLIKES

10. It's cold up in that joint.
9.  They say "eh" too much.
8.  Uh..........Nickelback is Canadian.
7.  Their dollars aren't all the same color........
6.  but their dimes are the same basic size and shape as an American dime and STILL won't work in a vending machine.
5.  How can such a peaceful country have invented a violent sport like hockey?
4.  They chose the Beaver as their national icon....Over the Grizzly Bear?  Really?
3.  I don't speak French.
2.  Canadian Bacon is just weird.
1.  They have yet to visit my blog according to my stats.

I'd say it's pretty much a draw.

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Newly Discovered Phobias

My fears of heights and flying are fairly well chronicled. Most of the undiagnosed anxiety issues I suffer from, however, are not. That being said, this post is meant to entertain and not intended to make light of real fears.

So grab your teddy bear, or your lucky rabbit's foot, and have your mommy look under your bed as I reveal a list of newly discovered things to be concerned about.
The list is not all inclusive.  I'm certain that many more pages could be filled. Regrettably someone else was in need of the computer.....so I published.

If you take nothing else away from this post at least check out the link to Pillsbury's web site at the very end....in a word ......awesomeness.  

There are some fairly simple phobias that don't require much explanation:

Kobia - Fear of arrogant, pompous ass NBA stars who cheat on their wives.

Afrobia - Fear of crazy cool hair like, Joy of Painting's, Bob Ross.

Earlobeia - Fear of Mike Tyson's teeth. (sometimes called VanGoghbia)

Strobia - Fear of rapidly flashing lights and/or RAVE parties.

Rowrowrowbia - Fear of crappy old nursery rhymes.

Heigh-hobia - Fear of going off to work.

Adobia - Fear of PDF files.

GoldenGlobia - Fear of Hollywood hyped award ceremonies.

Sayitain'tsobia - Fear of music by Weezer .

Nairobia - Fear of the capital of Kenya.

Michelangelobia - Fear of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles....in particular the one known as a "party dude."

Mobia - Fear of Captain Ahab (known in some parts of the world as Thar'sheblowbia).

Flowbeea - Fear of vacuum attached hair trimming accessories....as seen on TV.

Some phobias even sound very similar in nature, but certainly are not:.

Rastaphobia - Fear of Jamaicans, steel drums, tie dye, and Bob Marley.

Pastaphobia - Fear of spaghetti, linguini, bow ties, al dente etc.

Rastapastaphobia - Come on....did you really think there was such a thing as rastapastaphobia?!?

Infobia - Fear of dialing 411.

Nymphobia - I'm not going to explain this one....if you don't know "google" it (with your parents permission).

There are more complex phobias that are, at times, confused with the more widely recognized and accepted phobias. For example:

Claustrophobia is well known as the fear of small or confined spaces. SantaClaustrophobia is something entirely different and usually is referred to by it's other name....which I cover later in this post.

Myrmecophobia, the fear of ants, is sometimes mistaken for fear of my mom's sister, crazyauntfranobia.

Astraphobia, the fear of thunder and lightning has, on occasion, been erroneously called Astrophobia, which would be the fear of George Jetson's dog (aka Rastrophobia).

Selacophobia is the fear of sharks, but in France this is better known as JacquesCousteaubia.

Agoraphobia, the fear of open spaces or of being in crowds, is pretty common.  While AlGoreaphobia, or the fear of politicians who claim to have invented the internet, is not as well known. In addition, TipperGoreaphobia, is close in nature to AlGoreaphobia, but deals primarily in the censorship of music and parental advisory labels.  Dee Snider of Twisted Sister and Jello Biafra, former front man of the Dead Kennedys, are known to have suffered from TipperGoreaphobia.

Ophidiophobia is the fear of snakes, but sounds a lot like Oldvideophobia, which would be the fear of bad 80's music videos on MTV like Turning Japanese by The Vapors

Trypanophobia is the fear of injections. Tryptophanophobia is the fear of Thanksgiving Dinner.

Arachnephobia, of course, is the fear of spiders. Which closely matches the name most frequently associated with the fear of male chauvinists who don't know how to compliment a woman, NiceRacknephobia.

Finally I present to you a few phobias that, some might say are borderline absurd. These will likely result in a lot of head shaking on the part of my mother and father (this is where I shine):

Cooliobia - Fear of a slide slide slippity-slide with switches on the block in a '65.

TimTebowbia - Fear of the media exploiting a news story and beating it into the ground.

LetitsnowLetitsnowLetitsnowbia - Fear of Christmas carols.

HomeDepotbia - Fear of doing it yourself.

DrivingTooSlowbia - Fear of getting stuck behind church, or Golden Corral, traffic.

EdgarAllenPoebia - Fear of nevermore. (Quoth the Raven)

Don't-tase-me-brobia - Fear of electric shock at the hands of The University of Florida Police (particularly during political speaking engagements).

InspectorClouseaubia - Fear of the Pink Panther.

It'stheendoftheworldasweknowbia - Fear of REM songs - for most people, although afflicted with this condition, you feel fine.

LakeOkeechobeea - Fears of large Floridian bodies of water.

HoHoHobia - Fear of Santa Claus (told you it had a different name).....also may be applicable to the Jolly Green Giant of vegetable fame.

Two-turn-tables-and-a-microphobia - Fear of where its at!!!

LarryCurlyandMoebia - Fear of stooges.

Did-you-ever-know-that-you're-my-herobia - Fear of wind beneath your wings.....and Bette Midler.

Qdobia - Fear of burritos made "Subway Style."  In downtown Cincinnati this may also be referred to as BurritoJoebia (that one's for my wife...Dawn Marie).

Analprobia - Fear of abduction and "inspection" by aliens.

Cameltoebia -Fear of pants that are too snug in the "midsection."

She-hit-the-flo'bia - Fear of "Shorty Gettin' Low."(bia)

Pillsburydoughbia - Fear of iconic advertising mascots. Dancing Doughboy....Seriously....Click Here

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Copyright J.C. Gardiner 2/26/2012 

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Stats Haiku

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Four hundred and fifty views!
Backwards Jeff = GLOBAL!!

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Good Idea/Bad Idea - Consumer Edition

In a surprise move, I'm not going to fill this intro with a bunch of blah, blah, blah nonsense. We've all encountered situations such as the ones described herein.  Maybe at the mall.  In the drive-thru. While at the grocery store, movie theater or gas station. Those annoying people who seem to be dispatched to get in our way when we're trying to get errands accomplished. We're a nation of consumers.....please consume responsibly.

- Good Idea -  Purchase convenience store items at a convenience store.
- Bad Idea - Go to a drug store.  Look back and forth between cigarettes and cashier a minimum of a dozen times. Chew on your tongue like it's a piece of juicy fruit. Ignore me behind you attempting to buy sinus medicine and Swedish Fish (2 for $7) before work. Finally ask cashier how much it is for a pack of Marlboro Lights. *GASP*....as if his answer took the breath out of you.  Pay with crisp $100 bill. Fail to realize the irony of buying a carcinogen in a drug store.

- Good Idea - Closely control the dietary content you allow into your body.
- Bad Idea - Block the entire aisle with your cart.  Read ingredients on every single bag of rice. Walk away not buying rice. (Even Uncle Ben rolled his eyes)
NOTE: Generally the main ingredient in rice...is RICE!!!

- Good Idea - Avoid shopping at Wal*Mart if you don't like crowds full of weird people - some of whom you've known since childhood (same rule applies to "fests" as in: Oktoberfest, Mayfest, Sausage Fest, etc.).  This especially is important around the Christmas shopping season.
- Bad Idea -Bring a multi-generational caravan to the Wal*Mart by Backwards Jeff's house. Drive slowly, yet erratically, past my driveway as I attempt to exit. Stare at me, drool dripping from your partially opened mouth, as you pass by....."oh look at the guy who lives in the house near Wal*Mart....maybe he'd like to exit his driveway."
Solution: Don't go to Wal*Mart.....especially the one near my house.

- Good Idea - Paying with a check is still acceptable....especially if you are a member of the AARP.  Filling in important information on the check such as date, store name, and signature before seeking out a cashier will keep the line behind you running smoothly.
- Bad Idea -Watch the cashier ring up all of the two-liters and cat litter. Wait for total. Dig through your purse to find the check book. Start to fill out check. Pause to ask part time high school student working register what the date is. Cashier calls the manager over. Nobody realizes that the check book itself usually includes three years worth of dates, the receipt is time stamped and you're standing next to a display full of kitten calendars.

- Good Idea - Should you find yourself with 15 items or fewer, by all means take your rightful place in the 15 items or fewer lane. Even grab a sixteenth item, a key chain flashlight or US Weekly for example, while you patiently wait your turn.
- Bad Idea - Employee your husband and three children as cart pushing decoys.  Fill five (5) carts with exactly 15 items each- for a total of 75 items. Pretend that you don't know one another in 15 items or fewer line. Retrieve check book from your purse, ask what the date is, pass the check book to your eleven year old daughter in line behind you.

- Good Idea -In a pinch use the automated teller machine (ATM) to accomplish any urgent banking transactions. It's fast and you may not even have to interact with anyone.
- Bad Idea - Ignore the line forming behind you. Make a deposit. Make a withdrawal (using an ATM envelope that nobody else in the free world has a use for). Buy stamps. Change your pin. Roll forward seven feet. Apply lip gloss. Call your friend(s) to make dinner plans. Throw car in reverse to retrieve receipt and debit card - still in machine. Get angry at the driver behind you for having the nerve to pull forward to take his/her turn.Unleash a string of profanity. Squeal tires on your Honda Accord exiting the bank lot. Find yourself in traffic school....again.

- Good Idea - Take shelter from inclement weather inside your favorite wholesale club, hardware store or marketplace.
- Bad Idea # 1 - Ask soggy teenager in full rain gear if he/she "has any dry carts." Did you not just come in from the parking lot where Noah's descendants have begun constructing another ark? Have you failed to take note of the other 8,000 people with nothing better to do who, oh by the way, also require carts? Dry carts are most frequently associated with DRY WEATHER!!
- Bad Idea # 2 - Having cleared the shelves of bread, milk and bottled water, perch yourself -holding an umbrella - in front of the entrance so that other would be shoppers can neither enter nor exit the building. Moving out into the parking lot may allow for carts to be brought into the building to begin the process of becoming dry. It may also provide for a more clear escape route in the event of an emergency situation such as a fire or an anthrax attack. But, it's a widely held belief that avoiding frizzy hair is a much more important concern.

- Good Idea - Offer to be the designated lunch picker upper for your co-workers. What a wonderful way to maintain a happy work environment. Often times this will result in a free meal for the "flyer."
- Bad Idea - Pull into Arby's drive-thru with a spiral bound, three subject notebook filled with orders for the entire office. Twenty minutes later, inch closer to the pay window behind all of the other over-sized black sport utility vehicles. Listen to the voice of the drive-thru order taker echo off the hood of the car behind you as you have not left enough room for them to pull forward far enough to order for fear of scratching the paint on your Lincoln Navigator.

- Good Idea - Paste links to Backwards Jeff's blog in and on FaceBook, important office e-mails, other people's lunch bags, your children's homework and PINTREST. Increase the water cooler chatter about how witty and awesome these posts are.
-  Bad Idea - Ask me for a dry cart.

You now have a voice friends!! The next time you are consuming and someone "gives you the business", think of your old pal, Backwards Jeff and have a laugh, or a drink, on me.  You're welcome!  ; )

Feel free to vent, or share your own stories, in my comments field.

Copyright J.C. Gardiner 2/22/2012
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Don't Check Your Brain (along with your bag)

Nearly six years of this life o' mine was spent polluting my lungs with jet exhaust employed as a ramp agent/ramp trainer, or "rampee" if you will, for a regional airline. An enjoyable bit of existence for the most part.  Many friends were made.  Countless good times were had. I could fill 40 blogs with stories of the crazy things people do when they enter airport property, but alas I have but one blog. As you might surmise this is written with a below wing flair.  But I welcome comments and stories from my above wing counterparts.

Having been an airline employee, I am of the opinion, that I have the authority to speak as the worlds foremost expert in travel common sense*.  Therefore I've devoted this post to some handy tips and helpful suggestions that you may find useful as you rip through the clouds. So, please, the next time YOU travel don't check your brain when you check your bag.

What follows is a list of Good Ideas and Bad Ideas for air travel (many of these are based on real life events):

-Good Idea = Arrive early allowing plenty of time to navigate security and find your gate.

-Bad Idea = Arrive at the airport with 100 lbs of marijuana in your SUV. Run from the police. Jump a fence onto the tarmac. Shut down flight activity as a result of the security breech you've created.

-Good Idea = Give yourself plenty of time between connecting flights.  Perhaps bring along a book to read or stop and enjoy lunch in a new city.

-Bad Idea = Only give yourself 15 minutes to connect from your originating flight in Mumbai. Threaten to sue everyone wearing an airline uniform (plus the custodial staff). Almost get arrested. Make the other 49 people who actually showed up on time late to their connecting flights.

-Good Idea = Wear sensible shoes.  You may find them comfortable as well as useful when you are making your way to a connecting flight with limited time or knowledge of the airport layout.

-Bad Idea - Wear fury hooker boots with six inch heals.  Hooker boots are not ideal footwear for running through an airport terminal....even if you DO think it makes you look hot.....it most likely does not.

-Good Idea = Smoke in designated smoking areas.

-Bad Idea = Light up a cigarette standing next to a cart used to pump highly flammable jet fuel into aircraft.....sitting on top of millions of gallons of jet fuel coursing it's way underground to other awaiting aircraft.

-Good Idea = Have an adult beverage if you are nervous.

-Bad Idea = Get sh*#faced at an airport bar after taking a handful of pills. Scream at gate agent because he/she closed the boarding door ON TIME rather than wait for you. Find a door that leads to the ramp. Set off a security alarm. Shut down the entire airport until the police locate you. Spend the night in jail.

-Good Idea = Listen closely to any and all announcements by airport personnel and read all signage. If you are unable to hear, politely ask the agent to repeat the message.

-Bad Idea = Fall asleep with your ear buds in. Wake up to the realization that people around you are boarding. End up in Hartford, CT when you were supposed to be in Jacksonville, FL.

-Good Idea = Keep medicines you need to sustain life close to your person.  The pocket of your jacket, for example, may offer quick access in the event of an emergency. 
-Bad Idea = Forget your jacket containing prescription bottle on inbound aircraft from Canada. Inform airline personnel of your predicament. Fail to mention that Rx bottle contains crack rocks. Go to prison for international drug trafficking after airport police and/or DEA discover you've taken this flight multiple times in recent months.

-Good Idea = Pack a carry-on bag with supplies for at least one night (i.e. change of clothes including undergarments, medicines that you need to live, any toiletries that help you avoid smelling like a garbage truck).

-Bad Idea # 1 =  Pack everything you own, including all of your sensible shoes, into three bags that weigh 50+ pounds each. Spend the night sleeping in your hooker boots in the Hartford, CT airport while the rest of your belongings are in Jacksonville.

-Bad Idea # 2 = Argue with TSA about how your bag will fit in the overhead bin.  Argue with gate agent about how your bag will fit in the overhead bin. Argue with ramp agent about how your bag will fit in the overhead bin. Argue with the flight attendant about how your bag will fit in the overhead bin. Throw temper tantrum as you begin to realize your bag will NOT fit in the overhead bin. This usually results in either:

a) Spending the night in jail and losing your children to child protective services.

or

b) Breaking the overhead bin causing the flight to cancel  for yourself and the 49 other passengers trying to get home to Jacksonville thanks, in part, to the mechanical issue you've created. Sleep, if you can, in an uncomfortable chair - with metal arm rests - keeping one eye open to monitor the 49 people contemplating your murder.

(Airline Trick: we'll blame the cancellation on the weather in JAX so that we don't have to pay for your rooms)

-Good Idea = Check the weather conditions in all of the cities on your itinerary. Dress accordingly. This is an important lesson to learn if you intend to fly North.....and it happens to be winter.

-Bad Idea = Seriously STOP playing Angry Birds for a second and check the #@$%^& weather!!!!  If it's February and you are in Miami it may very well be sunny and 80 degrees. BUT, in Cincinnati there is a good chance it's 14 degrees, without the wind chill, and there is a strong possibility of ice or snow. 

Leaving Miami wearing flip flops, a mini skirt and a tank top might have seemed like a reasonably good idea, but standing out on the ramp waiting for your plane side valet bag in that same attire in a Cincinnati winter = pneumonia.

-Good Idea = Understand that regional jets are an important part of the airline network. Especially when considering service to smaller markets.

-Bad Idea = Have a meltdown once the realization sets in that your flight to Fort Wayne, Indiana will commence on a 50 seat aircraft. The seating chart online shows the actual # of seats on your flight. FYI....a 767 has more than fifty seats AND there isn't more than one "car." It's an airplane not a coal driven locomotive Hercule Poirot!!

BREAKING NEWS: Fort Wayne, Indiana (FWA) is NOT an international gateway. Most airlines are not going to fly you, and/or the 14 other farmers who live near you, back home in an Airbus A380.

-Good Idea = Consider inclement weather a cleansing of Mother Earth and revel in the natural beauty which God hath displayed before you.

-Bad Idea = Grant interview with local television affiliate whereby you make yourself look like a hill billy.  Please understand that airline employees want you to leave as much, if not more, than you want to go.  However, pilots, ramp agents, flight attendants, gate agents and the like are generally unwilling to risk their lives so that you can make it home in time for the Golden Girls marathon on Hallmark.

-Good Idea = Frequently visit Backwards Jeff's blog.  If you enjoy what you read I would appreciate it if you'd; comment, share, tell your friends and family, name your first child after me, etc.

-Bad Idea = Send Backwards Jeff death threats, burning bags of dog poop (Poop Spelled Backwards is Poop), hooker boots, or any package intended for Jerome Simpson.

NOTE:  This one is for my homeys working at the airport - who got laid off - I take my shades off - if you look straight in my eyes you might still see a disguise (thank you to Outkast - feat. Killer Mike - for those lyrics).  Outkast - The Whole World

*Yes it's true that I worked for an airline for nearly 6 years and have never flown in my life.**

**Yes I do understand aerodynamics and that I am more likely to die as a result of being kicked in the head by a donkey, but I choose to stay on the ground......where I am almost always (71%) in control of my bodily functions. 

Copyright J.C. Gardiner 2/21/2012
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Translation of Mom's e-mail

She is going to punch me in the face for posting this, but I am pretty sure she knows I don't REALLY think this is true.

Below is an e-mail from my mom followed by my "translation" reply to the family.....I love giving her a hard time....she's great though and a good sport.  : )

Love ya Mom!!!!

FROM MOM:

Hi everyone,

We are having the cook out this Monday for Memorial Day.  I guess we will try to eat about 4:00 p.m. or so.

Dad is thinking that we will skip breakfast on Sunday since we are eating on Monday.

We will get the papers and give them to you on Monday.

Is that okay with everyone?  Love ya, Mom/Jan

MY TRANSLATION:

 

Hi everyone (except Jeff),

We are having the cook out this Monday for Memorial Day.
We are going to tell you we will eat at 4 then call you 100 times when we start eating at 330 and you aren't there yet.

Dad is thinking that we will skip breakfast on Sunday since we are eating on Monday. (Subliminal insert - everyone is still welcome for breakfast we just don't want Jeff to show up)
We will get the papers and give them to you on Monday. (We will rotate all of the good coupons into your paper and stick the ones for shampoo and stuff that is expired into Jeff's paper....as we normally do)
Is that okay with everyone? 
Love ya (except for Jeff),
Mom/Jan

(Just kidding Mom relax I know I'm not the favorite but I've accepted this). : )

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My Wife is Awesome!!!!

That's all....just that....this is my blog and I will do what I want so : P
(and now maybe she will stop bugging me to post about how awesome she is)

Copyright J.C. Gardiner 2/19/2012
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Poop Spelled Backwards is Poop (The Story Behind the Story)

You read it right. Poop Spelled Backwards is Poop!!!  Why would you make such a statement, Backwards Jeff?  Good question.  I'm glad you asked.
Flashback to 1979 where a young Backwards Jeff and his classmates were tasked with conceptualizing a story/poem about a random picture.  Whether the picture was selected for us or self chosen I can not say.  I also can not say why some of this is written in third person.  But that's not important to this post.
As for the time of year, it must have been fall.  My reason for saying this is that my inspiration was a small card with a witch flying on a broom.  Almost like a Valentine with a Halloween flavor.
Although not entirely certain of the exact wording, I remember the poem posing the question to the witch as to "why she cried when she would fly so high in the sky?" That short verse won an award....my first award for anything as I recall.  More importantly the first award for anything I wrote.
Through the grade school years memories of creative writing assignments are scattered about.  A personal favorite was to add captions to photographs.
Third or fourth grade was when local radio station Q102 aired a holiday song providing a theme for my second notable writing sample.  The song: Frosty the Hit Man. My version of the poem, by the same name, added a few humorous lines in the best way a grade school boy could.  Interestingly, even as a nine year old, I remember being afraid that I might be sued for copyright infringement.  Surprisingly, it was a hit with my fellow students, along with my favorite teacher of all time, Ms. Kathleen "Kat" Handley.
Dreams of becoming a motocross superstar when I grew up went away over the years.  Mostly because my parents would NEVER have let me own a motorcycle (which is a good thing considering my bad luck). A more realistic dream, that has remained constant through the years, took it's place. That was writing professionally.   Poems, horror stories, funny articles, whatever took shape on paper.
Writing is an escape from reality.  Writing is a way for me, the socially awkward man that I am, to move people with genuine emotion.  Sometimes it's laughter, sometimes it's tears, others it's a call to action.  Most of the time it's all of the above and more.
Eight years after starting college at Northern Kentucky University I received my Bachelor of Arts Degree in Journalism.  The Hope was to use my love for writing to make an honest living.  Probably around year five or 6 of that eight year journey it became apparent that I had built up an irrevocable disdain for the profession I was attempting to join. Gone were the days of carrying the pencil and notepad...replaced by the blood lust for being FIRST to report....even if some of the details were missed or inaccurate.
Imagine my disappointment when the realization set in that writing was not going to pay my bills.  Reluctantly I joined the work force and put aside any dreams of writing professionally.
That dream never completely died though.  It was still very much alive inside of me, but merely sleeping.  Over the years I would periodically pen funny stories for my closest friends and relatives.  Mostly for my own amusement and not anything I'd share with the masses. They'd usually tell me that I'd missed my calling, but I blew this off as some sort of obligation so as not to hurt my feelings.  I never thought much of it until recently. 
Some of the hardest days I have ever lived have come in the last three years.  Things I had never expected to deal with, or thought I'd deal with much later in life, began to surface all at once.  Life altering events....some good some not so good.  To say it was overwhelming doesn't begin to describe how painful it was or how lonely it felt.  Suffocation, drowning, helpless, nightmarish are close, but are still not strong enough descriptive words.
While wallowing in my own self-pity it suddenly occurred to me that, although not ideal, the conditions presented to me would be much less frightening if I slowed down and looked around.  In this moment it became clear that: a) there were people who had it much worse than me and b) I was surrounded by an AWESOME support group of friends and family.  Slowly the lights around me became brighter.  The air I breathed suddenly smelled and tasted cleaner. The negativity started melting away.
It was also in this moment that a note written by my youngest niece rekindled the fire to become a published author.  In that note she wrote to her mom about how she wanted to spend more time together.  She also joked that her dad smelled like poop....and that Poop Spelled Backwards is Poop.
Poop Spelled Backwards is Poop? (light bulb).....a book idea was born.  I spent about a year, off and on, scribbling rhyming verse into a spiral bound three subject notebook.  Originally what was intended to be humorous, became an emotion packed story about the relationship between a young girl and her grandmother.  It even took me by surprise, but I loved it.
It never occurred to me that I would write a "children's story."  Those who know me know I am very cynical and a hard core smart ass.  My normal writing style tends to follow those personality traits. But, in that story, I uncovered a passion for something new.....children's literature.
On Christmas Eve 2011 a letter arrived in the mail.  A letter from the Copyright Office within the Library of Congress.  Poop Spelled Backwards is Poop became the first copyrighted work by Jeff C. Gardiner.  It still gives me chills.
In the few months that have ensued I've begun the process of seeking representation for my work.  The process has proven to be much more daunting than anticipated.  I've also begun to research the industry and reading as many picture books as the library will allow me to check out.  It has become a full time job....one that doesn't pay, but is more enjoyable than the one that does.
You might think it's easy to write for children. Let me tell you that it most certainly is not. Honestly, I think it might be less stressful to enter into the adult fiction world. Agents representing this type of work tend to be few and far between and rarely take on new clients.  Plus there are some VERY talented authors such as; Doreen Cronin (my current favorite), Mo Willems, and Karma Wilson, who occupy the attention of much of the market.  Weird Al has a book or two and even Jamie Lee Curtis enters the market with some regularity. : )
Much of the thanks must go to my parents. My dad is a man that cares very deeply and is very funny, but doesn't want anyone to know how great he is. My mom is overly modest and one of the nicest people you'll ever know.  She's also responsible for my love of writing.  Mixing the two personalities makes for an interesting view point on life that I hope translates into honest, heart-felt literary context. With any luck, and with the grace of God, an agent and/or publisher will agree.
I do not anticipate becoming millionaire, or even a thousandaire.  I also don't expect to be a Caldecott Honor Award winner or a New York Times Best Seller.  Seeing my last name on the spine of my own creation in a library or book store would be awarding enough.
I've heard that this is a very long and lonely road I am walking down.  Wish me luck as I begin my travels.


Copyright J.C. Gardiner 2/19/2012
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Swimming in February Changed My Life

December 2009 may be one of those snippets of time that, although didn't seem like much in the moment, becomes a point where I reflect back on as one that may have permanently altered my life.

That was my first football road trip with the Bengals Trailer.  Sure it was a short one to Indianapolis, but memorable nonetheless.  It was FREEZING that day!!  Snow and ice covered everything.  But the beef stew, the seven (7) layers of clothing, and the fire pit that melted Sweet Lou's (aka Iron Lou) jersey, kept us frost bite free.

I took many lessons away from that day, but there are three that stand out for me:

1) Don't stand too close to the fire pit.

2) If you're drinking beer in Indy and you have to pee do NOT go to the Arby's near Lucas Oil Stadium.

3) Getting talked into doing something completely insane may make you want to be a better person.

For at least a year my friend Ryan, along with the aforementioned Iron Lou, had been riding my butt to do this "Polar Plunge" thing.  "It's not THAT bad," they'd say.  Or, "It's for Special Olympics," they'd continue on, attempting to tug at my heart strings.  Finally they'd threaten, "we'll just pick your a$$ up, with Jocko's help, and throw you in."

Still to this day I don't recall if I had a momentary lapse in judgment or if I was one of the "unlucky" tailgaters who found a bay leaf in his stew.......I think it was the bay leaf lotto that got me.
I do my best to be a man of my word, however, so the following February I found myself soaking wet on the plaza at Newport on the Levee.  I recall thoughts such as, "Holy Shit I am going to die!!" racing through my brain when the wind whipped across my legs.  The exposed skin felt as if it were being stung by a swarm of killer bees.

Vaguely I remember a gentleman asking for a group picture and wanting to interview some of us for one of the local media outlets, but all I could think about was getting warm and dry.  Panic set in when I could not find my wife with my change of clothes.  Stepping into the heated tent to get out of the wind I recall "great I'm at Sausage Fest 2010."  All of the sudden it hit me that, although still wet and fully clothed, I wasn't cold anymore.  In that split second I realized that the 5 minutes of torture was worth while if it meant that I helped make a difference in the life of one of my neighbors who don't share the same opportunities I have thanks, in part, to what the medical field likes to call an "intellectual disability."  That brief moment of lucidity (trust me they are few and far between for this guy) in the tent, surrounded by a bunch of hairy naked dudes, is when I realized that I was hooked and was already excited to sign up for 2011.

Flash forward to Saturday, February 4, 2012, I proudly took part in my third consecutive Polar Plunge for Special Olympics of Kentucky.  Perhaps the most meaningful one to date.  It wasn't the coldest of the three.  It wasn't the windiest either.  It was raining a little bit, but there was something that made this one very special for me.

This was the first time that anyone in my family joined the team.  Not just one or two, mind you, there were 8 other people with whom I share relation.  My step-daughter, of course, who I proudly proclaim is a two year veteran at age 13 (gets me misty eyed just thinking about it).  One of my favorite cousins.  My niece and her boyfriend.  My brother's wife, Candy, who, by the way, is a fund raising juggernaut having finished in the top 5 overall, but got hosed at the end by sand baggers, but I digress. A very good friend and her brother plunged for the first time (if this were a pyramid scheme I'd be rich).  And, I can't go on without mentioning, the return plungers from years past.

There simply are not enough words in the English language, however, to describe what it meant to me to see my two sisters and my brother standing, soaking wet, posing with me for a team photo.  I've rarely felt that kind of pride.  I hope it isn't the last time that I do.

I was fortunate enough to take in what I hope to be the first of many Special Olympics events a few weeks ago.  Seeing the athletes (and they truly are athletes in every sense of the word) in action on the hardwood and knowing that events like the Polar Plunge help them continue participation is nothing short of amazing. If I have one regret it's that I don't have more time or money to devote to such a great cause.  I'm hopeful that hard work and will power will soon change that.

In retrospect, I suppose there was a 4th lesson I was going to learn from that Indianapolis trip in December 2009.  My hope is that my arrogant pride, spilled into these words, does not overshadow the lifelong lesson of humility taught to me by the millions of people Special Olympics serves.

Yep....swimming in February has changed my life. Interestingly enough though, it's the athletes and coaches who sing praises of those who raise funds that allow them to be involved.  In reality it should be ME thanking THEM for allowing me to be a small part of their world.

Copyright J.C. Gardiner 2/6/2012
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Renaming Kaptain Robbie Knievel

When I was but a wee little lad, one of my favorite toys was the Evel Knievel Stunt Cycle....complete with cheap plastic ramps!!  Actually, I think Evel was my brother's and mine was the Black Marauder (seen here in action circa 1981)........BUT I digress.  The point is that I loved that wind up motorcycle toy.  

Truth be told I've always been a fan of motorcycles jumping over stuff.  I love motocross/supercross/arenacross and I'm a huge fan of Travis Pastrana. In the interest of full disclosure though, I've been known to get excited about The Fonz jumping barrels back in the day (not his shark jump though) and, sadly, even Grease 2.  Evel's jumps, however, were legendary and by far the greatest ever attempted.

Eventually came Evel's son, Robert Edward Knievel - who btw turns 50 this year - the third of four children according to Wikipedia (therefore it must be true).  Robert Edward at some point had an epiphany and decided it would be wise to follow in his father's footsteps by becoming a world renowned stunt man.  Kaptain Robbie Knievel was born.  

Just like his famous father he wore a patriotic jump suit.  Unlike his dad, the moniker, in my opinion, just didn't COMMAND the attention that a name like "EVEL" did.  Hell it doesn't even rhyme!!

As a public service, I have taken it upon myself to suggest alternate nicknames, in the event that Kaptain Robbie ever makes a comeback.  The following is a list of names that, I feel, may be a better fit....and could possibly, in some cases, even provide endorsement opportunities (preceded by  a brief explanation).

You're welcome America!

• The grammatically correct version of his dad's name =  Evil (with an "I") Knievel
• He leaves the arena with a pleasant scent of dried flowers and spices = Potpourrivel Knievel
• Replace the Patriotic jump suit with chain mail and/or a suit of armor = Medieval Knievel
• Install a side car and perform all stunts accompanied by man's best friend = Golden Retrieval Kneivel
• A cautionary food label is placed on his back = Gluten Freevel Knievel
• Never makes a jump wearing a tank top or muscle shirt = Long Sleevel Knievel
• He changes his shoes and sweater like Mr. Rogers before jumping = Make Believel Knievel
• Perform a jump over a fountain full of spewing margarine = I Can't Believel it's Not Knievel
• Dress as a giant insect and land in a field of cotton plants = Boll Weevil Knievel
• Jump over people doing things that gets on his nerves = Pet Peevel Knievel 
• He'll analyse your dreams prior to each jump = Ph.D.vel Knievel 
• "I need TP for my Bung Hole!!" = Beval and Butthead Knievel
• All interviews given with a British accent = Join Me for a Cup of Teavel? Knievel
• Only jumps once a year over a large glass ball in Time's Square = Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Evel Knievel
• Performances far exceed that of the "standard" stunt man's = Over Achievel Knievel
• He dresses as Sir Walter Scott (NOT Shakespeare) = Oh What a Tangled Web We Weavel Knievel
• "Awwww shucks Wally" = Leave it to Beavel Knievel 
• Believes he knows all about you before meeting you based on what he's heard = Preconceivel Knievel 
• Fairly self explanatory = Christmas Treevel Knievel
• He takes over for you on the night shift = Relievel Knievel
• You hire him as your "yes man" - I Completely Agreeval Knievel
• After his jumps he keeps "buzzing" around your open can of Coke = Bumblebeevel Knievel
• Truly believes that you have a bridge you want to sell him = Naivel Knievel
• "The previous jump is under review" = Refereevel Knievel
• He knows where he stands in the social order = Bourgeoisievel Knievel
• He'll bust some rhymes AND a cap in yo' ass = O.G.vel Knievel
• You think he's sooooooo cute until he flings his own poo at you = Chimpanzeevel Knievel
• For all my homeys at the airport = Foreign Object Debrisvel Knievel (FOD)
• Click on the video link at the end and you'll understand = I'm Turning Japanevel Knievel The Vapors Music Video
• Exchanges motorcycle for a Subaru Outback = Crocodile Dundeevel Knievel
• He breaks up with you after each stunt = It's Not You it's Mevel Knievel

Copyright J.C. Gardiner 1/22/2012
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Name Change Haiku

I changed my blog name.
Backwards.....like the way I think.
Don't lie....you are PUMPED!

Copyright J.C. Gardiner 1/20/2012
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Haipoo (1/19)

Could not sleep last night!!
Stupid song stuck in my head.
CURSE YOU Pop Evil!!!

Copyright J.C. Gardiner 1/19/2012
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People I would Like to see ride a segway off of a bridge

Late last year my team at work was enjoying appetizers and beverages at a local night spot, Jefferson Hall.  As we sat around shooting the breeze (not to be confused with shooting Drew Brees....who, I respect as a man and qb and would never harm, but I digress) a guided Segway tour from Downtown Cincinnati came zipping (actually it was more of a steady controlled pace) by.  I began to think to myself "who would enjoy seeing ride one of those off a bridge?"  So of course I posted about it in a FB note.
NOTE:  This is purely in jest....in reality I DO NOT ever truly wish harm or death to anyone, including those who annoy me.  Here you go:

This is fairly self explanatory:
(Note: this is not a threat of physical violence against anyone....just for my own amusement and to lessen my daily annoyance)

-Dr. Phil
-Justin Bieber
-Anyone who threatens to sing Reba songs to me
-Lady Gaga
-Mick Jagger
-That one New York Senator who texted pictures of his junk....and was named "Wiener"
-MAGGIE LEHMAN IS NO LONGER ON THIS LIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-Suze Orman
-The Teletubbies
-Pretty much anyone coming out of a Wal-Mart
-Lindsay Lohan
-That one guy from the window commercials and his daughter....where they go "We'll save you A LOooooOOOOt of money"
-Dr. Phil (yeah I'd like to see him do it twice)
-Tom Cruise
-People who use double negatives or say repetitively in a sentence "know what I'm sayin'" an/or "for the simple fact"
-The Dave Matthews Band
-Excessive users of "LOL"
-Kim Jong Il
-Bernie Madoff
-"The Man" that is trying to hold me down
-Certain people who wouldn't let me use their park for a volleyball festival
-Whoever left the laptop on the floor
-MIKE BROWN!!!!!!!!

Feel free to make your own list or add to mine!!!!!

Copyright J.C. Gardiner 1/18/2012
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Spitz vs. Phelps

Last February 20th I posed a question on Facebook.  With the Summer Olympics approaching I thought it was as good a time as any to rehash.   What I wanted to know followed by my take on the answer.

Poll Question of the Day: Who wins a swim race between Michael Phelps and Mark Spitz (assuming both are in their prime)????

My answer would be Spitz. All swim talents being equal here are my thoughts on why. Basically it all comes down to hair. Spitz swam in a different era. An era when a man's hair, and his cop mustache, were as important as speed in the water. An era where Justin Bieber's hair was in style 20 years before Justin Beiber was born. When male and female swimmers (especially the German's) were just beginning to shave their armpits, chests, and legs. Spitz didn't cover up his Dukes of Hazard locks with a rubber shower cap OR wear "swim pants." Asked why he swam with a mustache, Spitz replied; "I grew the mustache because a coach in college said I couldn't grow one."
Mark Spitz learned to swim in the waters off of Waikiki Beach in Honolulu (where he would frequently out swim tiger sharks, then turn back and punch them in the face) not some "aquatic club" in Towson Maryland.
Spitz would party until 4 a.m. then show up at the pool, take off his shirt (which the ladies LOVED), pick his nose and wipe the booger on the back of the French swimmer in the next lane. Then he would win his medals wearing bell bottom jeans, a white belt and cowboy boots, in world record time.
Mark Spitz would then sing the National Anthem. Using ALL of the correct words....unlike Christina Aguilera.
Mark Spitz won SEVEN medals....SEVEN....a perfect number. Not eight.....eight is just overkill.
Mark Spitz is so awesome that he even married a person with the last name Weiner and laughed in the faces of those who might make fun of it.
Spitz earned $7 million in the 2 year period following the 1972 Olympics in Munich. That would be worth roughly $70 million today.
In 2008 Spitz was voted as one of the top 5 Olympic athletes of all time.
Mark Spitz is essentially the Chuck Norris of the water!!!!
Boo Yah!!!

  

Copyright J.C. Gardiner 1/18/2012
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Haiku Corner (see link to the right)

I plan to post at LEAST one Haiku every week....if not more.  They will be silly mostly, but follow the standard 5-7-5 syllable rule.  Here is the first one (you're welcome America):

Look mom I'm blogging!!
She will be so proud of me
and my NEW poop blog!!

Copyright J.C. Gardiner 1/18/2012
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Renaming 5 Guys

So I seem to have this obsession with taking people and things that I think could be funnier and renaming them.  This particular post goes back to a FB thread from 2009.  After eating at 5 Guys Burgers and Fries (which is delicious btw) I decided to consider how I would rename the place if ever I were to buy them out.  Here are the results....with credit to other contributors.  Feel free to leave any comments with your own suggestions.  Enjoy!!

"5 Guys Burgers and Fries = YUMMY....best burger I have had in a while and not all that bad of a price. Following are some proposed name changes for the franchise should I ever execute a hostile takeover (complete with explanations)"

• We leave the "open" sign on, but the restaurant has the appearance of nobody being home. = "5 Guys Burgers......SURPRISE"
•  In order to cut costs for my shareholders I trima few employess and make the remaining ones work harder "3 Guys Burgers and Fries"
•  Everyone dresses like Orville Redenbacher = " 5 Guys Burgers Bow Ties"
•  Hire a guy that weighed 400 lbs and is now skinny....sell 12 inch product for $5 = "Subway"
•  Every day I wear a new costume to work (this is my favorite one so far) = "Jeff in Disguise Burgers and Fries"
•  The setting is a deserted island. All the employees are British schoolboys trying to govern themselves. = "Lord of the Flies Burgers and Fries"
•  ‎40 something women dressed in little black dresses hit on you as you walk in. = "5 Guys Cougars and Fries"
•  I'm Tall, I'm Skinny, I'm Rich, I LOVE John and Kate Plus 8 , and I hate the NFL = "5 Lies Burgers and Fries"
•  A nice hot meal PLUS conjunctivitis = "Pink Eye Burgers and Fries"
•  Staff dresses and talks like Peter Griffin = "Family Guy Burgers and Fries"
•  Buy a burger OR we ruin the ending to the Sixth Sense for you. "Bruce Willis Dies Burgers and Fries"
•  More literal version = "Half of Ten Male Human Beings Compressed Grilled Sirloin Patties In Conjunction With Thinly Sliced Idaho Potatoes Deep Fried in Peanut Oil"
• All new restaurants are opened INSIDE existing Staples stores = "Office Supplies Burgers and Fries"
• Inquisitive shoe salesmen serve your food = "What's Your SIze? Burgers and Fries"
• Excited Matt Thompson (You'll have to know him to get this) greets you at the entrance = "GUYS GUYS GUYS Burgers and Fries"
• Work out video distributed with each value meal = "Buns and Thighs Burgers and Fries"
• Historic WWI document wallpaper on all walls = "Treaty of Versailles Burgers and Fries"
• Bad toilet paper in all restroom stalls = "Single Ply Burgers and Fries"
• How about a place where you can work out after eating their food: Jazzercize BUrgers and Fries. (Rob Gardiner)
• Or a place that only sells patriotic sandwiches celebrating the country's birthday: 4th of July's Burgers and Fries. (Rob Gardiner)
• The place is run by the kids that were always picked on in grade school by the bullies: Four-Eyes Burgers and Fries (Rob Gardiner)
• How about a joint where the waitresses are nude women in their 80's or 90's; Owww My Eyes Burgers and Fries.(Dan Pelstring)
• What if Heywood owned a franchise? "Lookin' at the world through flies eyes burgers and fries" (Ryan Grimes)
• A restaurant owned by Sammy Davis Jr, Sandy Duncan, and Stuart Scott, "Glass Eyes Burgers and Fries" (Brett Herald)
• What if Moe and Larry owned it? Would it then be "Wise Guys Burgers and Fries"? (Ryan Grimes)
• What if a couple of McDonald's characters took over? It could then be "Fry Guy's Hamburgelers and Fries". (Ryan Grimes)
• One classic song on repeat, bu thte name of the place changes with the lyrics. = "Gold Old Boys Drinking Whiskey and Rye Burgers and Fries" OR "Drove my Chevy to the Levee but the Levee Was Dry Burgers and Fries" OR "This'll be the Day that I Die Burgers and Fries" etc etc etc
• Bob Marley version of the same as above. "No Woman No Cry Burgers and Fries"
•  Everyone dresses as Star Trek characters (and nobody brings a date) = "Sci-Fi Burgers and Fries"
•  All the employees like to get it on with men and women "We're all bi- burgers and fries" (Ryan Grimes)
• Patrons get to try to kick an oblong ball through yellow posts (except Shane Graham's would get BLOCKED) = "Point After Try Burgers and Fries"
• Wizard of Oz Characters wait on you = "Lions and Tigers and Bears OH MY Burgers and Fries"
• T.O. waits on you during an interview - "He cries over burgers and fries" (Ryan Grimes)
• To place your order you must take the witness stand and swear to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you God = "Testify Burgers and Fries"
• All the waiters are olympic springboarders - "Dive guys burgers and fries" (Ryan Grimes)
• The staff has an allergic reaction - "Guys with hives burgers and fries" (Ryan Grimes)
• Sean Penn, Judge Reinhold and a topless Phoebe Cates comprise the staff = "Fast Times at Ridgemont High Burgers and Fries"
• Nosey neighbors ask too many questions about your food selection, but pretend like they are just making conversation rather than trying to get all up in your business = "I Don't Mean to Pry Burgers and Fries"
• The Bengals play the Eagles there every day - "It ends in a tie burgers and fries" (Ryan Grimes)
• Everyone is stoned and wearing very colorful self designed shirts = "Tie Die Burgers and Fries"
• Somehow a certain relative of mine ends up in the wrong section of the restuarant looking at movies of an adult nature = "Guy on Guy Burgers and Fries"
• Nancy Kerrigan stands at the front door and gets hit in the leg every day -- "WHY, WHY, WHY, burgers and fries" (Ryan Grimes)
• The cast of Grease owns the resturant - "Hand Jive Guys burgers and fries" (Ryan Grimes)
• Gloria Gaynor opens her own branch - "I will survive burgers and fries" (Ryan Grimes)
• Dissapointed Italian/Jewish/Hispanic mother walk around shaking their head at their disrupting children = "Aye aye aye Burgers and Fries"
• Pot becomes legal only in the resturant - "High guys burgers and fries" (Ryan Grimes)
• Staff hits your food too you with a golf club and you have to eat it no matter where it lands = "Eat Your Food Where it Lies Burgers and Fries"
• When you order your food you get an automated response telling you we will be out of the restuarant until Monday and will not have access to orders or voicemail = "Out of Office Reply Burgers and Fries"
• Eddie Murphy, Adam Sandler, Dana Carvey, and Dan Akroyd buy a franchise = "Former Saturday Night Live Guys Burgers and Fries"
• Before ordering your food you have to play either Beer Pong or Flip Cup with the victorious guy/girl/group eating at the others expense = "Loser Buys Burgers and Fries"
• Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovett open a shop using their enemies as the food = "Meat Pies Burgers and Fries"
• Merger with Panda Express = "Stir Fry Burgers and Fries" 
• Crappy one hit wonder'80's band Kajagoogoo performs live since they can't find other work = "Too Shy Shy Hush Hush Eye to Eye Burgers and Fries"
• Bill Clintone opens a franchise with Monica Lewinsky: Ex-President Denies Burgers and Fries. (Rob Gardiner)
• Jeff, Ryan and their best friend open a franchise: "You're Z Butt Fried Burgers and Fries". (Rob Gardiner)
• Two NFL QB Brother's go in to business:"Peyton and Eli's Burgers and Fries" (Rob Gardiner)
• Star Wars aficionados start the business: "Return of the Jedi's Burgers and Fries". (Rob Gardiner)
• The creepy kid from Children of the Corn owns a shop: "Malachai's Burgers and Fries" (Rob Gardiner)
• All of the waitreses dress like my Aunt Marie: "Knee Highs Burgers and Fries" (Rob Gardiner)
• Playing cards with grandma (who cheated) = "Shanghai Burgers and Fries." 
• 80's hair band takes over the place = "Once Bitten Twice Shy Burgers and Fries"  Once Bitten Twice Shy 

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