do dooo do do dooo doooo dddddddddooooo doooo!

That was so the Harry Potter theme song in my head. Or Larry Potter as my grandma called him...

Why? Because I'm an HP-er. Yup. Finished the 7th in four days and am going to see the movie today. Hooray!

But anyway.

I really don't have much to say. Works been the usual. Though I did get a kick out of one woman the other night. Can't sell booze after 9 o'clock and some lady was going apeshit about it. I was explaining it to her and she kept saying crap about "In Colorado..." It took all my might not to say "Well good for Colorado. You're in Wisconsin now lady so your Colorado laws can kiss mine." Then she left and the woman behind her said to me that she was just a rich bitch and she knew this cause it was her cousin who was complaining. I got a laugh out of it. Because this woman didn't seem like one to use the word bitch much and she did a few times in describing her. Made me laugh.


Ok well. That's all I got. I won't even get into how Milwaukee is doing. God damn fucking---- just keep going with the naughty words and you'll get pretty much what I'd write.

Buh-bye!

Can you feel that?

That's...that's the feeling of my heart breaking. Just tearing in two, right there in my chest


You're killing me Milwaukee! Just killing me!

Losing in extra innings. Blown saves. Muffups. Screw ups. What's up?

Gah! Pull it together people. What happened?! Sure there's still two months left but it is heartbreaking in the now nonetheless.

*sigh*


I was watching Brewers Str8t up the other night. (and no, no. I did not choose to write it with the 8, thats how its spelled) and realized that I can't hate Derrick Turrnbow. I just...can't. All my distaste, dissatisfaction and annoyance with the way he's been pitching lately melted away when he first opened his mouth.

God damnit! I took such joy out of having a little hatred for him. Then I realized, that I cannot hate Turnbow the man, but I can hate Turnbow the pitcher. But a little of the zest is gone once I realized its hard to hate him. But then I read that he juiced with something that wasn't illegal in MLB until a year later but got him banned from international play for a few years and that made me hate him a little. But then I got right back to feeling bad for hating him. Damnit!

Stupid, stupid, stupid behind the scene shows! They ruin everything, everything! I should've learned by now to avoid them because they have ruined others for me. I should just shut the TV off so I can keep what I perceive to be the truth, just that. The truth to me.

Ok. Enough with that. and totally switching gears to...


Our house is all done! Well, on the outside. Wanna take a looksee? well, alright. But remember, putting pictures on this thing infuriates me, so if they aren't well positioned or anything then well...screw it.

Oh lala! Waterfall...looks even better now cuz its all finished. Ok well...I'm gonna make like a fetus and head out.

That's sharp-ie!

My sharpie collection has grown. Ah how it has grown! For those of you who don't know, I've got what a few might call a Sharpie problem. I have too many and am possessive of them. I've got sharpie clicks, minis, pastels and silver. I like to write out loud ok?

This weekend I added pastel to the mix, welcoming six new sharpies to the clan. The pack has eight but I already had two of the colors so maybe I'll be nice and give some of the repeats to the less fortunate, like Ashley. (but like hell she is getting the new ones!)

They're so damn beautiful...

I don't really have any specific use for my sharpies. I get bored and doodle with them at times. Sometimes take notes with them and then try to stand up and realize I should have been in a well ventilated area while doing so.

How sad is it that I could write a 400 word love stanza about sharpies? Very, very, sad.

Anyways. The siding men are done and gone. Just the landscape fellas are here now. No more Junior running around. Junior being the name I gave to one of the siding guys. He looked like the youngest, dorkiest, least useful of them all. Ashley and I decided that he must be the owners son that goes along to the jobs and gets in the way that the other guys don't like but have to tolerate. I assigned names to the workers. Junior, Tubb-o (I know, I know, classy of me), Javier (I'm a little ashamed at that one) and Ted. There have been more workers then that but those ones are the ones I seem to always have seen.

Oh lala! The waterfall is up and running! How pretty!

Oh! I just sneaked a peak out and it looked like Javier was taking a whiz. Which he wasn't. I can't help up wonder if they ever wander down to the woods to whip it out because they don't leave for lunch like the siders do and that means they go eight hours with out tinkling. But I guess they are outside and sweating it out. Still weird. and maybe that's half the reason you don't see a lot of women doing such work. Lack of facilities.

I just spent five minutes watching Ted push boulders around with the bobcat, trying to scoop them up. It reminded me of a dog pushing a ball around with his snout. Oh! I hear him coming back for more...

My god I feel like a hillbilly. Getting entertainment from watching a man in a bobcat.

I need to stop this post now. It's getting a wee bit ridiculous.

Are you trying to invite me to a party in your pants?

Ok no. No one invited me to a party in their pants. I just felt like saying that because I have pants on my mind.

Well not exactly pants but the so called "rally pants" the Brewers wore yesterday to break the slide. Most guys don't wear their pants pulled up with knee high socks any more but they did yesterday. Well, almost everyone. Rickie Weeks didn't. And that makes him an asswipe. He wasn't all team spirity and hiked his pant legs up and joined the club. The pitcher didn't either but that's ok because pitchers can be excused from such things. And Geoff Jenkins didn't but he didn't start the game so he can be over looked as well. But not Rickie. No. He looked foolish being out there without showing some leg so to speak.

Which leads me to something else. How was it decided to pull the legs up? In my mind I flash to them acting like a bunch of 12 year old girls deciding what to wear for the game.
JJ Hardy-"Oh my god guys! I have such a great idea! Lets, like, wear our socks high tomorrow!"
Corey Hart-"Oh JJ! That is an amazing idea! It'll show those Giants! We're look so awesome!"
Ryan Braun-"Gosh guys I don't know. My legs will look so skinny!"
JJ-"Ryan, don't say such things. You will look fantastic."
Rickie Weeks-"Screw that. I'm to good for team spirit" (leaves)
Tony Graffanino-"What a little bitch."
Johnny Estrada-"You said it (turns) Counse, could you show me how you do your eye black so well? I, like, totally can't get it that even."
Craig Counsell-" Totally! Gather 'round for a quick lesson boys!" (squeals of delight all around)

aaannnnnnd scene. and welcome to my head. It's a nice place.

I'd like to take a moment right now to point out that I do not think that they prance around the clubhouse like tween girls and/or have flamboyant gayness to them. Though if any player did happen to be gay then more power to them.

I also had, I don't know what you'd call it, maybe ESP or whatever yesterday. It started when Counsell was pinch hitting for Vargas and his stats against Zito was 0-6 which means he's never had a hit against him in his career and I said, in a somewhat mean voice, "Well change it!" and whattya know? He hit one for a a single into right feild to load the bases. Then JJ Hardy was down in the count something like 1-2 so yet again in the mean voice I said "Do something good!" and what did he do? A 2 RBI single.

I've got the power! But unfortunately I will not be able to test the power much this week since I got screwed with the schedule.

Ok well I need to eat.

That could explain it.

I had an epiphany while in bed this morning. (sicko! don't think nasty!) I was laying there, listening to the workers yelling at each other since they are right outside my window, and was thinking about how I hate when one nostril is plugged up. Then I started to reminisce about childhood and when we would have stuffy noses the 'rents would whip out the can of Folgers and tell us to sniff it to see if we could smell it. (though Ashley doesn't remember that. Its cause she was busy sniffing glue sticks at that age) And then my epiphany happened. Maybe my love for all things coffee, the smell, taste and texture derives from that. I got the scent of coffee lodged into my brain at such an impressionable age that it stuck.

And speaking of scents lodged in my brain, the smell of glue or perhaps it is caulk is quite strong in my room right now. I can feel the cells dying.

So, going to Whitewater this weekend to sit around my apartment. I was thinking that perhaps on Saturday I will scoot on over to Monroe and go to the fair for the cheese curds since I was deprived of Cheese Days this year. But I just don't know. I don't know how to get to Monroe from WW and I don't know if my parents will be around this weekend to accompany me or if the roomie will. I want me some curds that is for f-ing sure. Though I don't think mommy and daddy are going up north this weekend which means they should bring my bed to WW so then I could follow them to Monroe and have fun time in the sun surrounded by carnies, cigarette smoke, mullets and men in tank tops who should really not be wearing tank tops. Though at events held in the masses in Monroe it is always fun to count the number of people wearing those one shirts. Ya know, the Champion something or another ones? That say volunteer on the back? Seems like everyone in Monroe has one and if you don't then you suck. I have mixed feelings towards Monroe you see. Having been born and bred there and most my family residing in its boundaries I feel a certain connection with it. But, having had all my schooling at Oregon and it being a great rival of Monroe I cannot help but feel a little Panther pride and dislike the Cheesemakers. *sigh* these are the struggles of my life. I know the drive to the city by heart and know when the McDonald's sign (which has been changed!) is in sight we're almost there so there is a sense of welcoming but to be honest I don't have any real feelings toward the city. I don't give a rats ass about Wal-Marts going in or the basketball team. I don't care about it just people who live there.

Right. Sorry for that. I got a little carried away, my apologies.

Brewers lost last night. :( sad.

Mmmmmk. I'm hungry. Ta

Oh no you di-ent (finger wave)

Did my ghetto "didn't" make the translation from my head to typing well? I had to consult Ashley in my spelling of it.

But the reason for the di-ent is that a kid at work dissed my Counsell shirt. Yeah. He is on my list now. (and by list I mean nothing. Nothing happens except an evil stare maybe) It was a few days ago when this travesty happened. We were talking some baseball and it was all good. Then I was commenting to someone else how I had to order it online and he said that's cause he isn't really any good anymore. In my head, the noise of the record slipping off the track happened. Oh hell no. It was all nice up to that point but going ahead and dissing the Counsell is not going to fly my friend. I'm not naive, I know he isn't as good as he was cause 1) he doesn't play every day and 2) lets face it, he's pushing 40. Sorry. Age does matter a little. But there is no need to go and say such things. He hasn't commented any errors yet this season which means his defense is solid. Batting average at about .230 which isn't exactly stellar but he does make up for it on the defense so there could be worse players there Bucko. And he has two World Series rings. At lease I wasn't sporting a Mench or Gross shirt. But I showed him. Oh yeah. Earlier we were talking about who was pitching that night and he said it was Sheets and I said it was Capuano and he was all persistent about it being Sheets and I was fairly sure it was Cappy cuz I checked the website and that's more up to date then the paper and who was right? ME! I'm not just a pretty blond with an ass that doesn't quit mmk? (ok FINE! I took that from Phoebe from Friends)

Right. I had to let that off my chest.

I got stuff to do. Well not really but ya know.

tata

Like, oh my god! Like.

Get this. Nicole Richie and Good Charlotte were in the store the other day.

I kid thou not. I didn't see them, Ashole did. Anorexic knocked up whore herself in dear sweet Wisconsin. Hmph.

Ok here is something I thought of on the way home while listening to the baseball game on the radio. They said something about Toronto and that sparked this idea in my head. Toronto is in Canada. Canada doesn't have the same National Anthem. (tough conclusions that I've drawn so far) But here is my thing. When the Blue Jays play at home do they do the Canadian national anthem and the American? Or just the Canadian? And when the Blue Jays are on the road are both played? Or is it just when in Canada do as Canadian's do?

Someone is a week and a half late in their firework celebrations. Good lord people stop being trailer trash!

Speaking of trailer trash...someone was giving me 'tude the other day and I felt like saying to her, just because, "wow nice purple velour tracksuit, I didn't know white trash came in that color. Got that at Wal-Mart for $12.99?"

Mmm yes. Brewer's won in the bottom of the 10th athank ya. That's what I like to see. And then I like to see them all jump around and act like giddy school girls. I find it amusing.

That's all I got.

Oh Joy of Joys!

It's here! It's here It's here! My shirt My shirt My shirt!

why am I typing in threes? Meh. I know you are all just craving to see what it looks like. Well wait no longer my babies because here it is.

Yes I did waste time taking the pictures of it. I know what you're thinking, that I'm a freak. But let me be the first to say that that's what I do. I take pictures of my shirts and show them off, thank you. I did it with http://kt433.blogspot.com/2007/04/stop-russian-to-conclusions.html that. (I am so not cool enough to figure out how to make a word a hyperlink. oh well.)

Frick! I'm starting to peel. Damnit!

Oh and here is another picture. A picture of all our siding in a nice twisted pile. Looks kinda like the ones you see on the news after a tornado goes through and demolishes a house.

The view from my window. and Pissit! I hate posting pictures on this think. So I apologize if they aren't all purty like. I have no patience to do it 20 times.

Pissit!

My shirt didn't come yesterday. Damn. It went from DHL to the post office. So perhaps today my children, perhaps today.

Damn. I feel like I'm getting hammered from below. Pervs! Or really I'm the perv. Hehe. The siding men must be putting siding down around the office window.

Day off! Day off! Day off!

I haven't told the story yet of the great hunt for Chuckles. Chuckles being Chuck Dearth, the car dude. I like to call him Chuckles. You see, Chuckles has a house on the same lake we go on up north. And every time we go up north and out on the lake the old folk like to hunt for Chuckles' house. The first time we looked (yes there has been more then one time) it was a challenge. The gauntlet had been thrown, where does Chuckles live? We had a smidge of information to go by in regards to what his humble abode looks like. So we combed the shoreline looking at the houses. But Ah! A problem arose when we came across two shacks (and by shacks I mean multi-million dollar big ass houses) that fit the description. Which one was Chuckles? WHICH ONE?! We did not know so we went on with our cruise. Then up north again it was decided that the hunt was still on. This time armed with more information and more eyes we once again combed around the shoreline looking. Looking like finding Chuckles meant we would find the fountain of youth. Once again no anvil. So defeated we retreated to the island over yonder to soak ourselves. Or maybe we went to a different lake, I don't quite remember. Then the news came in! We had confirmation that one of the two houses we thought to be his was it. And from who did this information come? Why Chuckles himself via UJ. Ah alas! We can rest easy knowing where he resides in the Northwoods of dear sweet 'sconsin!

I would so call him Chuckles to his face. Ok so probably not. But it'd be fun.

Ok I'm gonna make like a tree and leave.

Holy Hammers Batman!

It is like surround sound hammers today. I don't know if they're all over the place or if its just the sound echoing through the ducts but shit. They are loooooud.

My tshirt! My tshirt! My tshirt! You know, the Craig Counsell one? WELL it left Madison about an hour ago so it'll be here today, waiting for me when I walk through the door tonight. I could do a happy dance. It will keep me happy all day long. That and replaying The Landlord in my head. (I don't really do that....)

I was in a pissy mood yesterday. That's for sure. My shoulder hurt like a mofo so it hurt all during work which made me angry. And then the people seemed to be extra moronic yesterday as well. Not fun one bit.

But not today, oh no sir-e. I will stay happy and reply "I'm sorry your such a jackoff sir but you see your rude comments and black heart won't get me down today because I have a tshirt waiting for me so SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS!"

Yeah. That's not gonna happen. Either one. Me staying happy and me screaming at a person.

Yikes...I think the siding fellas are right outside my window. Creepy.

Ok well I should go get ready for work or something.

Have a fantastic day.

Lay some brick, boys

Ah yes. The sounds of home improvements are all around this morn. 7AM comes the thuds of a hammer. Voices in the distances. Saws being fired up. Ahhh to awake from a peaceful slumber in such a way.

They are laying brick today. There are masons here. Is that the right termology? I think so. Mason is a rock worker.

Aye. I just want it all to be over with.

Ooooooh the Home Run derby is tonight! Hopefully Prince can whack a few monsters.

Ok well that's all I got. I must go to work soon.

Miss Me?

Miss me? I've been gone a while. Up North to the ol camper-roo. It was nice. Got some reading done, some relaxation, a sunburn. Well that isn't nice. No.

I always get bitched at that I look pastey. My dear sweet grandmother even said that I looked "sickly" and should get some color. (Thanks grandma! I'm giving you a big thumbs up) There is a reason I do not like to sunbathe. I don't tan, I burn. So what do I have to show for getting some color? A pink belly and chest, burned feet and shoulders and an uneven red glow all over. Oh and the part on my head is burned so that's gonna flake and look like I have the worlds worst case of dandruff.

All because I have pale skin. I should dye my hair red and keep the pale skin and change my name to O'Smith. Irish people tend to have pale complexion so then people wouldn't badger me so.

*sigh* moving on.

There has always been something that I don't understand. Fine fine, more then one thing but this one I was thinking about a little while ago. Why are championship rings so hideous? Super Bowl rings, World Series rings, you name it. They are uuuuuuugly. And huge. Sure they are bigger because they are worn by men (sexist bastards...) but good lord! You have a guy who has won two or three championships and look out! He wouldn't need brass knuckles. He could just put them all on punch you once or twice and you'd be out like a light. Plus you'd end up with a few cool marks on your face, but a few less teeth.

That reminds me of Ace Ventura when he goes around trying to find the Super Bowl ring with the missing stone to find Snowflake and he has the marks all over his face.

The rings are so ugly. But I guess they're better then those plates tennis people get and a green jacket from the Masters.

Gold jacket, green jacket. Who gives a shit? (from Happy Gilmore, duh)

Brewers are sucking ass. They need the All Star break.

It's hotter then a half fucked fox in a forest fire. Damn! (and I can't take credit for that saying. My uncle was saying it the past few days)

Back to work. Back to work. Backy backy backy to work. Shit.

One thing I don't like about all these flippin' home improvement projects is the people milling about. I feel dumb because when I go to leave I don't know which door to go out or if I should wave or whatever. Makes me uncomfortable.

Ok. Must go. My skin is itching like a som' bitch. Must put soothing cooling lotion on.

I'm no Superman

I'm watching Scrubs right now. Hence the title. And Dr Cox just made a baseball reference. Which made me laugh a little.

Brewers lost two of three at Chicago. Bitches. I like to place blame on the fact that in both games they lost, Friday and today, I had no idea what was going on during the game. Yesterday I did and they won. They started to suck canal water in May when I was up north all the time.

I'm just saying. You can draw your own conclusions.

There are two sayings that I really really want to say to customers. Both will work when they are complaining about prices and giving me long winded stories as to why they don't have their card with them. One is "Who has two thumbs and doesn't give a rip? (gesture to myself) Me!" and "Oh I'm sorry. You're mistaking me with someone who cares"

When are people going to learn that I honestly do not give a shit? I do to a certain extent, such as I care that you don't have your savings card with you. What I don't care about is that your great aunts dog chewed it up when they were in town visiting from Alberta. I stopped listening after you said you didn't have it. Sorry.

Someone said the other day that our store was the worst grocery store in Madison and two things went in my head that I wanted to say. One was to be a smart ass and go "Well interesting since this isn't Madison" and then "Why do you still shop here? Goooooo somewhere else!"

Two more dayzzzz of work then vacay up north. A mixed woot woot if you will. Confined sleeping quarters? Um no thank you. No work? Yaaaaaaay! No dishwasher? Booooo. Beer and Sun? Hooray! The list could go on and on.

But that is all for now bitches. I don't have anything to do except go to bed. I'm awesome.