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.