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Cocaine Tied To TV Pitchman's Death
TV Personality Billy Mays Died of Heart Attack in Sleep; Autopsy Shows Mays Used Cocaine Before Death

(AP) An autopsy shows that cocaine use contributed to the heart disease that suddenly killed boisterous TV pitchman Billy Mays in June, officials announced Friday.

The 50-year-old bearded TV personality died of a heart attack in his sleep after going to bed at his Tampa condo the night of June 27.

His wife found him unresponsive the next morning.

The Hillsborough County medical examiner's office Friday said Mays had last used cocaine days before his death.

The report said that although Mays died from heart disease, cocaine use was a contributing cause of death.

Read more at CBS.com

How I spent my summer vacation Part 2

So we went and visited the Amish at Dutch Wonderland.

These aren't the REAL Amish although they pretty much act the same way when they get mesmerized by bright lights, buzzing motors and colorful clothing.

The Amish are into large pretzels like this,

It's rumored that on the weekends and the entire community gets together and constructs them.

Here is a little video of the day. I wish it was better but it's not.

How I spent my summer vacation

I was running out of battery.

The kids decided that the 2 minutes of battery I had left was best spent filling pool toys with air.

The dogs wouldn't shut up.

Enjoy.

Holy Crap

Why would anyone think this is good or helpful.

Click here to watch!

This is not a good time.

So it's around midnight and I am sitting on that ledge between awake and sleep. I am happily leaning towards the edge, arms stretched, ready to take that plunge that will rejuvenate me for a new day when my wife shouts, "There is a bat in our room!!!!"

I shake myself into wakefulness as my wife dives deeper under the covers and sure enough, there is a rather large Brown bat doing circle dives around our room.

Now it's O.K. for my wife to build a barricade of blankets and pillows to protect herself from this night intruder but for me, I have to face this creature head on.

This action, in most households, would be a pretty simple task, but at the SOAT house, no killing is allowed so the winged rodent must be captured or forced out.

Due to these circumstances, I have become afraid of bats.

Sure they are fine as they swoop the pool light in search of their nightly morsel. Yes they are o.k. as they chirp from the trees waiting for the sun to move westward allowing them to once again partake in their nocturnal dinner date.

But when I cannot take my old nylon string guitar and do my best "EL Kabong" impersonation, I am a little lost.

Now this is the 3rd bat we have had (first of the season) in out home. Without the ability to just smack them down and shovel them out, I have grown unaccustomed to their hissing and swooping.

It took about 3 hours to get this guy cornered, caught in a towel and thrown from the premises.

Of course, my children slept thru the entire thing. Screams and all.

My new word

Nigalicious.

It's when I look or feel too good to be true.

I don't know if I am going to stick with that spelling.

Any suggestions?

(IknowtheNwordisabadwordthatwecan'tuseanymorebutIdon'tgiveash**IamgoingtouseitwhenIwantandIsuggestyoudothesamewiththiswordoranyotherofyourchoosing.)

Been a long time

Alright.

I'll say it.

I've been busy.

You will hear all about it soon.

Meanwhile, enjoy this Michael Jackson tribute.

I know you may be sick of them.

But this one is fitting.

Tribute.