They say absence makes the heart grow fonder...

So this could be my last post for a while.

You see, school is starting soon and with that comes apartment life. And apartment life comes with me being cheap. How cheap? Well, it all comes down to Charter Communications. If my roommate and I can sign up for a free trial of their high speed internet connection then I shouldn't be gone long. If we can't or if we can't get money back we might just wait until the building gets its free WiFi. In October. So between then and now my internet usage may be limited to library time and what not. And no blogging in the library because I don't like people who read over my shoulder.

So you see, I may be non-blogging for a while. Unless I devise a plan like type them out, save them to the jump drive then copy and paste into this. But that seems to be a lot of work for this raggy old thing.

Ok. I must go continue the saga of getting the leftover star goo off my ceiling. A painstaking process but one that needs to be done.

Have yourself a merry little Chirstmas. No wait. Have yourself a merry little Labor Day.

Bells around St Petersburg when I saw you....

I enjoy watching TV shows about hotels. I like Great Hotels on the Travel Channel but don't really like the host. Sorry Samantha Brown, you're annoying. I think the reason I love hotel shows so much is because I come from a family that frequents the Motel 8 or Holiday Inn if we're feeling fancy. Oh, did I mention that we squeeze all five of us in one room? No? With me sleeping on the floor and Tyler too because Ashley is a little princess and is a pain to share a bed with. But back on topic here. I like to think what could have been. I like to see the pretty hotel rooms with the views and the modern art. The room service and spas. The privileged life!

I like Passport to Europe as well because I get to see all the places I want to go but likely won't. Places like Russia, Italy, Austria, France, England, Greece and Ireland. Shit, I've barely seen the US so I should set my sights on that first I guess. I have a fixation with Russia. Commie past aside, it looks pretty and interesting. St. Petersburg especially. Want to go to Salzburg Austria because of the Sound of Music, duh. Ah. The list goes on and on. I should just go to Quebec. Get the European feel just a few hundred miles from sweet, sweet Wisconsin. It'd be cheaper too I imagine. That should be their motto. Quebec: The poor person's Europe. If my parents loved me they should take me with them when they go to Europe next. Just like they shoulda took me to Ireland in May. But I won't open that can of worms again...

Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaach.

Done working. Crappy day out. Fun times. School starts in a week. Frick.

Watched Indiana Jones for the first time last week and I never knew archeology could be so damn exciting. Dr Jones! Dr Jones! (Said that like that little kid, Shorty in the one we watched...I don't know which one it was. Tomb of doom or something like that. )

Right-o. That's all I got. Hope you all had a fan-flippin-tastic weekend. Mine was just spectacular. Kinda.

I'm outie.

Bare it all

My walls are bare. Now my own room looks foreign to me. The only thing remaining is my shelf with the birthday dolls on it and the animal net. All my posters? Gone in a matter of minutes. And my stars will be gone soon too! My beautiful glow in the dark stars that I've had on the ceiling since God knows when have to go. I want to put them back up but mommy dearest doesn't think so. Puh. They are going back up.

You see, the home improvements are plowing foreword here at the Partridge Hill Estate. My walls are to be painted a nice shade of green, like moss or something I don't know and another lighter color.

It is weird having bare walls for the first time in 10 years. Makes me all sentimental.

And I'm procrastinating right now.

Shoot. I should get back to work boxing up my childhood.

Seal the Deal.

I had a dilemma tonight. I was in the mood for a nautical movie thanks to my watching of Deadliest Catch and I couldn't decide which one. The light hearted Andre or The Perfect Storm. Went with Andre. I love seals. Well, just to look at them. They look like wet black labs with fins. The Perfect Storm is just a little too sad.

And SHIT. Barry Bonds just hit a homer off the Brewers. Bastard.

Anyway. Gotta love Andre. Makes me wanna go to the eastern seaboard.

Last day of work today! Woohoo!

Moving my shit down to Whitewater this weekend, which is nice because I've been wanting to for the last month and a half but sucks because I'd rather be doing different things.

Blah. Ok so I don't have much to blog about really. Meh. Bought new pens the other day (silly me. I didn't buy them...mommy did) and they are the prettiest shade of blue in a pen I have ever seen. It's called blue black. And it is beautiful.

I know. I'm a freak but I am a pen whore. Love pens. Just love them. Want me to love you? Buy me a nice pen. It is that easy. Someday Monte Blanc....someday. I shall own a beautiful pen worth more then a pen should be worth.

Oooh Lobster Wars is on. I wonder what I'd name my fishing boat. Weird thing to contemplate maybe but oh well. Not as weird as decided what my at bat song would be if I were a Major Leaguer. Ok now I'm embarrassed I even typed that. (Red Hot Chili Peppers C'mon Girl. The lyrics are fitting. And then after that other RHCP songs...hehe) I think I'd name it something weird. Not nautical at all. Like....Rolling Meadow. Or would what be bad luck? Ohhh Hyannis MA. I only know that name thanks to watching Wings all the time...

On that note and well, the entire string of nonsense that is this post I will bid thee ado and say goodnight.

Cha.

Poo Boy

No, no. This post is not dedicated to Mike Rowe and his many poo-alcious adventures. (Though I do enjoy his show) I just wanted to keep the title PG. In reality it transfers to Shit Son. My new ghetto favorite saying, once again as out dated as curdled milk but better then saying pimp.

Ahany-ways.

I say Shit Son because shit son, I always forget my ideas for posts. I come up with them at work or while laying awake at night and come time to write about them I forget them. Out they go. And some are good ideas or thoughts. Some aren't yet I still think I should write them down. Oh well. That's how it goes.

I'm reading a book about Watergate right now, more specifically about the last 100 days until Nixon resigned so all the Senate Judiciary Committee, Special Prosecutor and cover up stuff. And well, Nixon was a moron when it came to that stuff but I didn't know that people called him Tricky Dick. I was robbed of my Watergate learning while in high school thanks to a weird and boring Contemporary American History teacher who rather spend 6 weeks talking and reading about the massacre at Mi Lai then necessary therefore not quite making it to Watergate, but anyway the whole point of this rambling is that I find a name like Tricky Dick to have a potential like no other at jokes. I mean...how could it not? Tricky Dick? Come on! Impotence has the potential for humor. With that nickname, a number of erectile dysfunction jokes are running through my head.

Mean of me? Perhaps. Wrong? Just a tad. Does that stop me? Not a chance.

In my head the joke would have to include Mrs Nixon. Something like "You know why he was called Tricky Dick? No, but I'm guessing Mrs Nixion does" Not a great attempt but it's there. I won't go into it anymore. Neither will Nixon. (GET IT? HAHAHA! Damnit. I'm such a...loser) Just think of the joke potential. I'm telling you, it's there.

Tralala. One more day of work. Uno mas! Yippie! Tomorrow that is. No work today. Another yippie if you will.

And have you noticed that I have not blogged about my beloved Brewers in a while? Yeah. Thanks. I can do it. But Nixon can't. Pissit! I don't see this stopping anytime soon which can't be good.

Ok I need to end this now before it gets any lower. (That's what she said)

.........I'm sorry......

Trivial Pursuit

I absolutely love trivia. Any kind, any form, about anything. I love knowing information that has really no relevant purpose. Do I need to know that the Queen of England was the first head of state to send an email? No. But do I like knowing that fact? You bet your ass.

Don't know why, don't have any reason for it. Maybe I like it because knowing arcane facts gives people the illusion that I'm smarter than I really am. For instance if I found myself in a conversation with people talking about peeing I could say,"On average 400 gallons of blood filter through your kidneys each day." See? Useless yet completely relevant and in turn, making me look like I know something about kidneys. I got books of trivia. One I bought and one I got as a gift. I had a trivia contest in my away messages freshman year even. (It was a little lame...not going to lie) Oooooh! I should start trivia Mondays! Give me something to blog about that's fo sho.

Ok ok here! From The Penguin Ultimate Trivia Quiz Game Book: (# 878)

1. When is St. Martin's Day?
2. Which Chancellor of England lifted his daughter's nightdress to show her off to her future husband?
3. How deep is the Grand Canyon?
4. Why is Boccaccio's Decamerons so called?
5. In golf, what was a baffy?
6. Which sport is features in the 1980 film Breaking Away?
7. Which fish can you catch between January 15 and October 14?
8. Which huntsman immortalized in song used to hunt in the Lake District?
9. What is the other name of the snow leopard-the same as a weight?

Yeah ok some of those are lame. I just opened to a random page.

You know, there is one topic I'd like to blog about but can't because it could get me in some trouble. And we all know that the last time I kept an online journal before this beaut, it almost got me in some deep trouble. I've learned my lesson that I must be weary of my readers and what I say. Ah, censorship so early on in my writing.

Want the answers to the trivia, see how smart you are? Ok.

1. November 11
2. Sir Thomas More
3. 1 Mile
4. It is made up of ten tales; they are told by ten people over ten days during a plague in Florence in 1348.
5. An obsolete hickory-shafted club rather like a no. 4 wood.
6. Cycling
7. Salmon
8. John Peel
9. Ounce.

Yeah I knew none. And I doubt that I'll keep up the trivia on a regular basis. Ok that's all I got. Buh-Bye.

Judge Not Less Ye Be Judged.

I judge people. Not by the color of their skin or the content of their character either, sorry MLK. I judge people for the content of their grocery cart.

Yup. You caught me. I'm a bad, bad person. I judge people by what they buy. The regulars who buy a 30 pack of beer every three days. (Boozers. Lay off the sauce maybe) The people who go through packs and cartons of cigarettes at rapid rates. (Your lungs love you) The people who buy ding dongs, ho hos, potato chips, frozen dinners, pizzas and perhaps a head of lettuce. (While you might think you're doing alright because you bought one veggie, judging by the size of your girth put down the chocolate and pick up a treadmill)

No wonder there are so many obese people in America. They think corn chips are a vegetables. Milk duds are not a dairy product mmk? Geez. So I judge them, I'm sorry. I don't feel overly sorry for them if they don't seem to be making an effort. Not like I eat the best but I attempt to.
Ooooooooooh! I saw THE funniest thing today. Some man came through my line at like 730AM and he was wearing a skull cap thing, leather vest, short shorts, and those half glove things. Oh and he looked like a total dork too. So anyway since I had nothing to do I walked to the window and stared out at it, looking around expecting to see this guy on a motorcycle. Nope! Guess what he was riding? (A moped would have given this dude some credit) A bike. Your run of the mill 12 speed with a god damn basket on the front. At least it wasn't pink and purple. What was this man trying to do? Look tough because he got swirlies all through high school? Oh hey. He kind of looked like Kip from Napoleon Dynamite. I can't make this stuff up. I mean I could but not that early in the morning.

I'm watching Iron Chef of America and the secret ingredient is the farmers market. Lame-o. And the chairman needs to tone down the jerky movements. I don't like Bobby Flay. His show is a little lame in my opinion. Well at least the part when he gets the throw down information. Don't mind the actual throw down.

Um yeah. So that last little part you might be asking yourself why I'm sharing and I have no answer. I've been up since 5. I should really go to bed.

G'night.

If I were the king of the foooooresssssst

The one thing that drive me nuts about myself if my lack of balls.

Not in an anatomical sense but in a metaphoric sense. I...I have no balls. I am the biggest wuss/coward. I can't muster up the courage when I really should be. Going with the title of the post that makes me the Cowardly Lion. I rather sit in the corner stroking my tail than do anything. But it could be worse I guess. I could be like the Tin Man or the Scarecrow and have no brain or heart. But my lack of balls drive me nuts. Yesterday I had to cancel payment on a check because the dumbies at the hair place lost my check and wanted a new one. So the bank is going to charge me 20 bucks to do it and the check was a whopping 7.50. So I wasn't exactly thrilled so I came up with the great idea of just giving the hair place 7.50. Which I did but I was too chicken to tell them why it was for that amount so I walked, told them what the check was for, gave it to them folded up and bolted. I'm a wuss. I need to grow a pair.

But anyway, I've noticed that Discovery Channel likes fishing shows. And I seem to like them too. But these aren't those shitty fishing shows on OLN with two gray haired old men sitting in a fishing boat in the middle of some lake catching bass. These are crab and lobster fishermen. And tuna! I don't know if the tuna fishing show I saw last night is a series or not but let me tell ya, I think I'll add tuna fishing to the back up plans. Why not lobster or crab? Well tuna is in the warm waters of Australia, the market is a 22 million dollar one and well, it just doesn't seem as scary as the other two. Except for the sharks. Eek. And here's a fun bit of trivia. How do you calm down a tuna fish? Why cover it's eyes and pat it of course. And that bit of trivia will reamin with me forever. Add it to the random facts floating around in my head.

Mmk well, I need to eat then cry a little because I work at 6AM tomorrow.

Apparently...

....I talk about the Brewers too much. So says Ashley. In my mind there is no such thing as too much Brewer talk. And, apparently, I also talk about Harry Potter too much. Once again, according to Ashley. And once again, I don't see how this can be but I will cater to the needs of others.

For like, a post or two.

I don't really have anything else to talk about...My life isn't what one would call riveting.

Um....Um....Um....

Hmm.

I guess I could talk about my day...I'm going down to Fort Atkinson to meet with a lady about my transfer to the store down there so I can make the moola during the school year. So that should be...fun. Then I'm gonna swing my whitewater and drop some stuff off at my apartment.

So, uh, there's that.

I'm done working for the summer the 24th which is quite exciting in my mind. And next week I'm taking two paid personal days so on Monday and Tuesday while sitting on my ass doing absolutely nothing I get to think to myself that I am making an astounding $7.75 an hour for eating ice cream and watching TV. Though I don't really eat ice cream.

So I got that.

Oooooh a Burger King with the clapper. That seems a little classy for the home of the Whopper. (it was on a commercial with P. Diddy and some dude. Or is it just Diddy now? I can't keep up with his name changes. Though Diddy makes me think of Donkey Kong. I wonder how he feels being associated with a video game monkey...)

Aye. Ok I should get ready or something.

Have yourself a nice Thursday!

Dogma and Hodags and Racism, Oh my!

I bought the movie Dogma in the five-fifty bin at Wal-Mart a few weeks back. Let me just say...if Angels and God were like that then I'd be a believer. They just seem more....laid back. Except when Loki and Bartlaby are on a crazy rampage it just seems more believable. More relateable to the real world. Not the images of angels in pearly white gowns with halos and impressive wingspans that when they talk it echos around, light shines through the dense of clouds and there are no singsongy "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhs" that, to me, seem to be littering the Bible.

I like Dogma. Good flick. Though I don't like the lacking of naughty bits flashed on the screen. That part when the Metatron pulls down his trousers and has nothing there always creeps me out no matter what. Blach.

Hmm I feels as though I had something else to blog about...pissit. I don't remember.

OH! Now I do, three minutes later. My Hodag. First off, do you know what a hodag is? No? Well how rude! A hodag is a fictional (or is it?!) monster that lives in the northwoods of Wisconsin. They look like a mix of a dinosaur and a dog, I guess. If posting pictures didn't piss me off so I'd do it but here...look at the link. http://members.aol.com/joviko/HodagScan1.JPG (and once again, hypertext? can't do it...) Anywho, the point of the Hodag nonsense is that at a gas station in Rhinelander, home of said monster, I was walking out and out of the corner of my eye I saw a stuffed bright green Hodag. I went back to the car and told my mom that while in there she could go ahead and buy me the Hodag, not really expecting her to.AND SHE DID! I was so happy it's almost embarrassing to say. I got my Hodag. Hehehe. Aw. I'm blushing.

Ooooh thought of another thing to say. Was looking through the laundry room for light bulbs and found this old shoebox so naturally I had to look in it. It was full of salt 'n' pepper shakers of different designs like squirrels, birds and black people. Yeah. Black people. I had to take them up to show my mom and she said they belonged to one of her grandmas. Racism displayed loud and proud with salt and pepper shakers. Good lord. Oh how the times have changed. Those shakers would not fly now adays.

K well, that's all I got. Buh-Bye!

Nasty Ass Non-Hygenic Smelling Men...and a few Women

Ok some people stink. And I don't mean in the "they won the lottery so they stink" but in the sense of well, one of the five senses. Some people come through my line and have me gagging for fresh air. My lungs are bursting because I only take a breath about every 20 seconds, trying not to suffocate on the stench radiating from them. Sick. Shower people, SHOWER. What makes me think of this is that my mommy is making quesadillas and I walked into the kitchen and it smelt like the nasty of the stinky men. They must use cumin as cologne or something. Naaasty shit.

Blach. I get goosebumps just thinking about the nasty smells I've been subjected to.

Speaking of my mommy, she tried to get me to wear a shirt that I classify as a pregnant lady shirt. The ones with the tie in the back and the line below the boobies. Ones that I think are most found in the maternity section and my sisters closet. She hates that I call them pregnant lady shirts. And I kid that when one day she does indeed get knocked up no one will notice because she wears the shirts as is. Anyway. I put the shirt on to please my mother but I had to have my way so I balled up a blankie and shoved it under the shirt to indeed make it look like a pregger shirt. Those shirts are just not me. Boob line aside, I don't like the frilly sleeves. They annoy me. I have yet to find my style outside of tshirts.

Ooooh! I was bored and wondering when I started my blog and I came to the realization that me and my blog almost have the same birthday. No way! Way! Yah. I started this beast the 19th of February and my birthday is none other than the 18th. Amazing. Well....not really. No it isn't that interesting at all really.

I don't like seeing Harry Potter in saucy poses for photoshoots. I don't like how he was all full frontal nudity in that one play. It's just wrong. I know Daniel Radcliff probably doesn't appreciate or want to be associated with HP all the time but um...thats how its gonna be for the next five years mmk Danny boy? I'm sorry. You'll always be Harry Potter to me.

Ok I'm outie. I think my god damn quesadilla will be done soon.

Au Revior. Have a nice weekend, I shall be up north.

The writing on the decline slips...

Some people write majestic things upon napkins, notebook paper or scrapes found on the bottom of their purse. I don't. Well, I do write in notebooks but my method of capturing my random thoughts and what not is by writing on decline slips at work. Decline slips being what I shove in the check machine when someones form of payment has been, well declined! So easy!

Ok moving on though. The point of this post, for the most part, is to shed light on these sacred slips that have been in my apron pocket since the early days of summer. Lately I have been lacking in my writing on them, preferring to draw beautiful geometrically pleasing designs on them but anyway, here are some things that I have wrote down.

• Hot Ice. Someone bought a book called Hot Ice and it made me laugh because in the movie Rookie of the Year, the pitching coach who is a tad bit on the crazy side told the kid that is method of treating an arm after a game was hot ice. You take the ice, heat it up and viola! Hot Ice!
• Someone bought something and on the receipt it was called Pork Butt. That just made me laugh.
• A woman one day bought a lot of cards with monkeys on them and I wondered if she thought monkeys/chimps where funny. Because Dunstan Checks In was so 12 years ago.
• Piss and vinegar running through a person's veins. Doesn't piss already run though them regardless?
• A woman at work, her laugh reminds me of a mixture of Sponge Bob and Patrick with a tad bit of Little Bear thrown in. That is not a good combination to say the least.
• Roundys product packages are such a rip off of name brand stuff. When I first really started to notice it I kept getting a song stuck in my head. And it goes like this: Mock, yeah. Ing, yeah. Bird, yeah. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,Yeah! Mocking bird won't you sing your song. I don't know how it goes after the yeahs . I just make it up. It is ridiculous how close the packages look! If Kotex puts a flower in the lower right hand corner, Roundys puts a flower in the lower right hand corner, only a little different.
• Sometimes while working I am exposed to great deals of white trash gib gabber from all forms of folk and some days, it is just too damn early to deal with.
• I saw a woman the other day with black hair with giant whiteish color streaks and it reminded me of pudding. The type of pudding that comes in the little bitty packs and has chocolate than vanilla than chocolate again. The lines of the different colors weren't perfectly straight either so it had the wavy look like the pudding line has.
• I've always thought it'd be nice to be able to have a little corpal punishment towards super mean/annoying people. (ok so not really but when people shove their fucking savings card in my face and I mean they literally hold it there all up in my space, I have the urge to slap them) maybe not so much physical action towards people but the ability to tell someone off would be AMAZING! So anyways, I've thought it'd be fun to work in a place like that where the customer would know what they were getting themselves into and today I came up with the best motto. "Prices you can't beat, but customers you can." See it'd have to be cheap enough so people would come back...hehe.

Ok. That's all I got. My apologies on the length and OH! I thought of something else that is hilarious! Some old lady the other day was bitching about how the store is always so cold and anyways she said something about how maybe she'll try the new Target to see if it is warmer. I found this funny because I never thought we'd lose business over the temperature of the store, just our grossly exaggerated prices on some items.

I am so loyal.

Deflated and defeated.

Some days I just feel completely defeated. That no matter how hard I try or attempt to care, I get my ass kicked. Like I can't get ahead or get a break. I can't keep customers happy, I can't keep managers happy. Nothings going my way. I know it's one of those days when I don't get internal rage. When I can't feel my face get hot or my blood pressure rise over the immense stupidity of a person. Because then I know that I care, that I have something invested in the day. Getting mad inside also gives me something to do, which might sound odd but that's how it goes. It's like what they said in basketball, you know when the coach is pissed at you once they shut up and don't talk to you. I know when I'm defeated when I don't feel anything. When everything just sort of melts into one and glides me by.

I think I've come to the conclusion, not like I was searching though, of what my favorite sound is. The sound of a light rain fall on a car. I was sitting in my car, about to leave and it was raining lightly and it's just such a peaceful sound. The engine has got to be off. Just the pings on the roof and the plops on the windshield in a rhythmic way is so soothing. I think that being able to see the rain come down all around you adds to it as well. Even downpours sound amazing at times, though sometimes when it's coming down to hard then the soft pings and plops turn into tiny hammer noises all around and I don't dig that as well. Sitting in the car gives you the illusion of standing in the rain yet your protected from the elements and can listen to the thunder cracks and watch the lightening bolts spilt the sky (cuz what I took out of elementary school was sitting in the car during a storm meant you were safe...standing under a tree? not so much) So nice! So nice!

Ay yi yi.

PG for 10 plus years?!

The Duggar Family, that family that is always on TLC and that's the reason I know of them, just had their 17th kid. Lets not dwell on that number for the moment lets look at the one that scares the pants off me. Mommy Duggar has been preggers for over ten years if you add up all her pregnancies. Good lord! That's....just so long!

Today at work I spent about four and some change hours going through the medicine and check the expiration dates. (the oldest I found was from Nov. 2006...oppsy) After a while my eyes started to hurt because some of them are hard to see, like the ones where it's just a dent in the box and not printed on it. I felt like those people who had to go through all the Florida ballots in the 2000 election. Checking over all of them very carefully while my eyes where slowly getting more and more tired. Is that an 8 or a 6? I got so filthy dirty doing it to. Dust galore. mmmm doesn't that just make grocery stores sound appealing? Dusty merchandise?

Ok must go. My chimchanga is done.

Workers Comp.

I have grocers elbow.

My left elbow/arm hurts from the constant bend and move it goes thru to scan and move items. Ouchies. Makes my grip lose so I feel as though I'm gonna drop shit all the time.

I really hope this stops. It's annoying. Perhaps I could get money for it though! Don't know how...

Haha! I just shut my DVD player off and on PBS a group is singing "Afternoon Delight"
Gonna find my baby gonna hold her tight, gonna grab some afternoon delight. My motto's always been when it's right it's right no need to wait for the cold dark niiiiiiight.....

It's sad that I came up with a song to that tune about Cherry Delight products. I was in produce one day, saw it and had Afternoon Delight stuck in my head so it just sort of came to be.

Right then.

Oh hey! Brewers won again today! Yippie!

Barry Bonds hit a home run to tie Hank Aaron though...Booooooooooooo. I hope his testicles are the size of raisins. Damn juicer.

Gonna find my baby gonna hold her tight, gonna buy some Cherry Delight. My motto's always been when it's right it's right gonna get it on sale at the store tonighhhht!

On that note, I'm going to beddy by.

G'night.

Famous Faces

The last few days, I've noticed a few people that resemble famous folk. First there was the woman that looked like them------>




I mean seriously, her face screamed Tweedledee to me. Had the weird nose and the gash like mouth.






Then I saw some guy who in my head looked like what he ---->


would look like in about 20 years. And by him I don't exactly mean Daniel Radcliff but Harry Potter. Even had the HP type glasses.

Then there is some kid that looks like him--->
Ben Sheets.




Ok enough with the damn pictures. They piss me off because I must be stupid or something and can never get them the way I like. Bastards.

Mmmmmm new CDs. Joni Mitchell and Tom Waits. The Tom Waits one if the Orpahns: Brawlers, Bawlers and Bastards collection. Ama-zing.
Joni Mitchell...hehe. I was just in the mood for a folksy/pop/old stuff. She is a little like the female Tom Waits in my opinion.

Oh, btw, Brewers just won. Thanks. They needed it. I guess the verbal fight in the ol' dugout did them some good.

Ok. That's all I got. Have a good weekend.

No bad Juju allowed, damnit!

I have come to the realization that I am a solitary sports watcher. I prefer to watch my baseball by myself. I like to have control of the remote so when I get frustrated I can flip to Good Eats for twenty seconds then flip back after my anger has passed. I like being back from commercial for the first pitch not when its 2-2 count. I like to yell at the TV in my own way. Mostly I don't like to give them bad juju. (At least I think that is the word...hehe) Sure I yell at them and say "well nice job SUPPAN! Why don't you just throw another goddamn ball and walk him!" But then I also say after someone has done something good "Nice hit JJ!" I prefer to mutter nice things over the bad. In the end I am more positive towards them, then negative. I try to keep good vibes for them. And yes I talk to the TV but there is no way I am the only one out there doing it! I watch baseball because I like it and its enjoyable, so I don't see why I should sit there and comment about how they suck. Sure it pisses me off when they strand 12 men on base, but I look at the nice like a diving catch from Graffanio to end the inning. Why watch if you're only gonna bitch, right?

A meat man at work gave me a mixed CD and I'm listening to it. He's been giving everyone these CD's and I have to say, it's pretty good. I think I'll burn it to iTunes and title it Meat Man Mix. Just rolls off the tongue.

I'm all caught up on my Harry Potter-ness. Movies-Check! Books-Check! Now I just need someone I can gush to about the 7th book. I just want to, for the record say...CALLED IT! I so so SO called it! About what? Well...it's spoiler material so I won't say. But called it! That a certain someone was more than he/she appeared to be in a good sense. Boo yah! Called it in Pirates called it in HP. Shit, I'm good.

Like how I'm not using any transitions? Thought so. Thought I'd just go from one thought to another. But now I am out of things to say. So I will bid thee farewell, until I blog again...