Archive for August, 2010

I’m a firm believer in the 2nd Amendment. The sole purpose of the 2nd Amendment is to make sure the people can stand up against a government that abuses its People. It reads “A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.” In fact I do have a 2nd Amendment Patch made up to carry this message.

It is hard to get people to read, so I’m going to cut this short right here and post this video I’ve received recently in my email. Do pass it along. It is not a question of “if” it is a question of “when” the US Government will make us surrender our weapons. I just hope when that day comes they will be enough of us not afraid to take a stand and say “Pry it off my dead cold hands”.

Click on the link below to watch this important video

Criminals against the 2nd Amendment

Don’t you just hate people who go on and on about nothing in particular.  My wife is one of these people and while I obviously don’t hate her she does tend to drive me nuts sometimes with her incessant talking.

She seems to get worse when she has been out with her friends or her sisters.  She comes home and finds me in the house to tell me everything she thinks I want to know.  And if I am fortunate enough to be at work when she arrives home, she will either ring me or be waiting at the door when I get in.

I have learned to switch off now when she starts because I just can’t cope with it any longer.  What is wrong with women?  Do they really think that men want to hear all about Ellie down the street or Gillian from the golf club?  These things may be important to her but to me it’s like enough already!

When we first got together I used to try to show some interest but my replies usually weren’t the replies she was hoping for and then she used to get mad at me.  So now I just nod and agree with whatever she says.

I even bought myself a patch which I found online after one of her hour long rants.  The And You Are Telling Me This Because? Patch made me feel better because it was just how I felt at the time.  I really wanted to say it to her but past experiences had taught me better.

I had once said to her that I didn’t really give a crap about the girls from the book club and what they got up to and to say that went down like a lead balloon is an understatement.  She accused me of not taking an interest in things which she cares about and called me selfish and uncaring.  Bit of an over-reaction if you ask me but the silent treatment and lack of dinners for about three days led me to think before I open my mouth again!

I now get my feelings across on my biker vest.  I throw it on when I need to get some space to clear my head and I hop on my motorcycle to get out of the house for a while.  Instead of saying what I feel to my wife now, I just buy embroidered patches for my vest instead.  I bought the You’ve Obviously Mistaken Me For Someone Who Cares Patch after she spent an hour telling me about how Caroline from the store down town had called Marie from the café a lazy, fat, slut.  The fact that I even remember the details still astounds me but that was a particularly long rant and she must have mentioned their names at least a hundred times each so they have become embedded in my brain.

So now you can probably understand why riding around on my bike is such a pleasure!

I like to go out for a few drinks with the guys every now and again.  Knocking back beer followed by shots really ensures that a great night is had by all.  The only problem is that I tend to do and say things that I would not normally do without the presence of alcohol swimming around my insides.

The next day I always wonder why I didn’t stop around five drinks before I was more or less carried out of the bar.  But do you think I ever learn from my lessons?  Like hell I do.  I will usually wait about a month or so before going on a real bender again but I still go out for a few drinks every Friday and Saturday.  Sure what’s the point in staying in?

In my group of friends there are about eight of us who meet up every weekend to have a few beers.  Most of the guys are cool and they are a great laugh but there is this one dude who has become quite the bore as he has aged.  He used to be great fun but since he got a serious nine to five job, its like they injected him with a bore gene.  He really would drive you to drink and to be honest, every time I get stuck sitting beside him for the night that is exactly what happens.  I even have an embroidered patch on my biker jacket dedicated to him.  The I Only Drink To Make You More Interesting Patch is exactly what happens whenever I have to endure a night of listening to him.

You really can’t get a word in with him so I have learned not to even try.  I just switch off and down the beers and before I know it I am so drunk that I don’t give a shit what I am saying.  My other friends think its funny as they know what he’s like and they know how he drives me nuts.  I usually try to avoid sitting beside him at all costs but I’m sure the others try their best to ensure I have to sit there.  I can see them grabbing the seats at the bar and leaving me with the one beside Mr. Boring.

Apart from making me say shit that I would never normally say, beer also makes me do other things that I would definitely not do unless intoxicated.  For example, whenever I end up drinking more than I should, I usually wake up the next morning nursing the mother of all hangovers and lying beside a complete and utter pig.  And once the beer goggles have been taken off I really have to wonder what possesses me to pick up these gals.

This is another source of amusement for my mates as I’m sure they go out of their way to find the ugliest girl in the bar and introduce her to me when I am on the shots.  They know that I will not have any problem chatting her up and taking her to bed so they have bets on which dog I will go for.  They have even bought me the Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Beer Holder Patch for my jacket.  I suppose its true but it still irks me slightly.  I mean you would think I would have learned my lesson by now.  Maybe in a year or two when I eventually settle down with the woman of my dreams I’ll stop knocking back the beer.  Just as long as I don’t end up being Mr. Boring’s twin!

My sister always said I was too vain for my own good.  But to be honest when you are this perfect, there really is no point in beating around the bush.  Even as a young child, I can remember my mother being stopped in the street with me so other people could compliment her on what a beautiful young boy I was.  And looking back at the photos, I really can’t say I blame them.

I was what you call the perfect looking child.  I had dark curls and sallow skin with striking blue eyes so it was no wonder people used to stop and stare.  I was even born with a head of black hair and my mom told me that everywhere she went people would stop to have a look at this cherubic child.

My sister hated the fact that all her girlfriends fancied me.  You would think she’d be grateful that she was so popular.  But to her, it was annoying when all the girls in her class would want to hang around with her just so they could get close to me!  When she eventually found her way to high school a year or so after me, her problems just got worse as this is the stage in a girls life when her hormones are running wild and with someone like me around, they just went into over drive.

I know I sound really vain and arrogant but at the end of the day it really is the truth.  I really was blessed by the angel who gave out good looks.  In fact I think she may have given me a double dose.  I actually have a couple of biker patches on my leather jacket which I bought and which drive my sister mad.  The When God Made Me He Was Showing Off Patch really gets her back up.  She thinks that if you have something special which in my case is my fantastic looks and body, then you should be humble about it.  But I think that if you have something, you should flaunt it.

To be completely honest, I think she might be a little bit jealous.  I’m not saying she’s not an ok looking chick but at the end of the day she’s my sister and she really has to admit that I got the lion’s share of the beauty.  Sometimes I think I may have been switched at birth with the child of a Greek God.  Seriously I don’t know anyone else who would be considered better looking than me.  Not even Brad Pitt at the end of the day!

My friends think this is hilarious and they are often commenting on how maybe I was switched at birth.  One friend even bought me a Who Is Your Daddy Patch for a laugh.  I obviously couldn’t say this to my parents because it would sound as though I was calling them ugly bastards!  However, I do sometimes wonder where this great appearance actually came from.  It really can be a curse being this good looking especially when you get bothered by hot and horny girls wherever you go.  But what’s a guy to do, huh?

Hello everyone, yes every now and than I like to take about half an hour to talk about things. It has been at least a week since I made a blog entry on my site. I must say last few weeks have been busy Monday through Sunday. That’s right, I don’t take the weekends off. I suppose I am doing something right to keep my customers extremely happy that they go on about spreading the word.

I’ve been putting up a lot of new patches to my site for you all to purchase. I came out with 40 or so new designs of mine, some reflective, others are one or two liner patches to keep a smile over our faces.

Now you might be wondering why the title of this blog is labeled the way it is. Well like any day I face there are ups and downs. About a few weeks ago I tried email marketing and found it of great help. So last night I was up writing an email to all my wholesale patch customers. Needless to say, today I woke up to find lots of orders to fill which was all great news.

However, I did get a reply to my email by one of my potential wholesale clients. She never bought anything from me before, but I had an account set up for her. As always, your privacy is respected so no names will be mentioned. But here is the reply I got on my email from a potential client.

“Please remove me from your mailing list.  It’s a shame, I would really have liked to order from you, but you are displaying an unofficial American flag…This country’s  flag is red white and blue not red black and green…we are all Americans under one flag.  There should be no deviation to our country’s flag.”

My jaws dropped as I read this reply. What had I done? I was not aware I was selling American flags with the wrong colors on it. And I assure you I am not. The only American patch that I have that doesn’t have white on it is my reflective version where the white is replaced by reflective fabric, but it still looks white under lights. So I asked the lady what she was talking about?

She got back to me about my combination flags. How it was unauthentic to put two flags next to each other. I am pasting the images of these patches below. These patches were designed by myself about 3 years ago after getting a request from someone about making a patch that had the Puerto Rican and the American Flags together. So it all started out with a simple design with the Puerto Rican Flag and the American Flag next to each other. In time I had other customers wanting it with the Mexican, Cuban, Canadian and African American colors. So I went ahead and made them. And I’ve been selling them continuously for the past 3 years without any complaints.

I wanted to hear your opinions. Are these patches offensive to you? I never had any thoughts about these patches offending anybody. That was not my intention when I was designing them. This ladies reply to my email has taken the fun out of my entire day and I wanted to write a blog entry and find out whether I am offending people by making these patches or I’m just dealing with a customer who woke up on the wrong side of her bed.

Please any comments and thoughts would be highly appreciated.

Thank you all for reading, your support is immensely appreciated by me and my family. Take care and ride safe as always.

I had to put the perfect saying patch to go along with adding some humor as this lady really very much so has taken the fun out of my day.