Money money money money money, MONEY!

OK, so for absolute YEARS he and the GB Packers menaced my 49ers in the playoffs, sending my team home early instead of to the super bowl. Let’s just say that I calmly grew to hate the guy. Now last night, it’s the Seahawks (played by people in this reenactment) Read more...
I Vaguely Remember something like that

Oh, and in a related piece of irony: They guy whose truck crashed and took out the power? Worked for the Electric Company in that city. And moonlights as a weather forecaster. OK, I made the weather forecaster bit up, but it’s still funny. Hell, maybe it really is true, too!
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Running Down the Length of My thigh. SHARONA!

Betty and I decided that if we’re going to be getting stuff for our trek up north, that perhaps the holiday sale season would be a good time to stock up on stuff. Because we have noooooothhhhhinnnnnng to our names. Really. Like, before today when we purchased some silverware from Mervyn’s (60% of regular price, baby!), we were probably going to be eating soup with our hands, as The Girl put it. Ho hum.Read more...
Cold Toes! Cold Toes!

During some later conversation, he mentioned his weight. This HUGE CHUNK of a man was 185lbs. Just so you know, that’s MY WEIGHT. Yeah, that just isn’t fair. We have the same weight, he’s only like one inch shorter than me, and… he’s like 8x my size. Yeah, not fair.
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Damn Noisy Dogs
Nope. Once again, just happened to be near my office on my day off and thought I’d stop in and answer this ONE phone call, so that I could tell you this story and you’d know that in fact we weren’t open, even though I was here and answered the phone. Read more...
All I want For Christmas is my 2 front Pecs...

I also managed to use a NEW set of trail running shoes yesterday that had yet to break in properly. Now, I absolutely love these shoes (I bought two pairs), but if they’re not broken in? They rub the living hell out of my achilles.
Read more...Donations Being accepted

Well, when I wake up in the morning, I have a song stuck in my head, too. And it’s never the song I heard last. In fact, it’s usually some song that I haven’t heard in a LONG time. Yes, I wake up almost every morning singing some new song that has absolutely no connection to any events from the previous day or the playlists I have listened to in that day.
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50th Post. Buy me Candy

So you heard about Brit-Brit and K-Fed splitting, right? So now he’s been nicknamed Fed-Ex. And with his record, it could be construed that he does indeed deliver. I mean, not the goods or anything, but perhaps the mail. Maybe a cold. The flu? nah. I don't know.
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Girls take FOREVER. Really

And to think that mere days ago I was saying how lucky we have been that the Santa Ana winds have not been harsh this year. Honestly, though, these are just warmup winds; they’re pretty calm considering what they are. I’m used to steady winds above 60 mph, with gusts well into the triple digits.
Read more...Two More. 50's real close...

Also on the agenda: Cheating. Yeah, cheating. She brought some pants devoid of any tags on them back to Kohl’s to return. Only thing was, they were from Jesus Christ Penny. So we got to sit around for a while as the customer service people tried to figure out what to do. Moral I learned: Cheating is OK if they’re just going to resell it anyways. Straight from the girl’s mouth, so it must be true, right? Girls don’t lie…Read more...
All Your Base are Belong To Us

So the last few weeks have seen me playing with my facial hair. I shaved up a real, full goatee, then as the rest grew out, I shaved up a beard. Or I could be real clever and say I began playing God with my facial hair. Because I look like Jesus. So I played God. Made the earth tremble and such.
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My Count was off; Sue me

Screw it. I mean, it’s not like I need to take photos, right? So really, I should just get rid of the camera and stuff and just be happy. Maybe sell this laptop and get a Pentium 266mhz running DOS or something. Read more...
Shoot the moon

I’m sorry if it makes me a poor sport, but I really would rather go out to TGIFriday’s and get me a large Jack Daniel’s Sirloin for half the cost, and then splurge for dessert. The plate came and I was like, “no, I ordered off the Grown-ups menu; please bring me an adult-sized steak, thanks.” Read more...
50 getting close

Things like this really make me question the nature of human beings. And makes me wonder: do criminals such as “The Defendant” really deserve any sort of leeway? I mean, if they are willing to take without question or concern, why should the we, the good people, give to them what they refuse to give to us: consideration and due respect as individual human beings. Read more...