15 Seconds of Fame

Hola Amigos!


Let me tell you a story!


Yesterday Briana (that's my roomie fools!) and I went to the Brewers game. We tailgated about an hour and a half. We grilled with charcoal for the first time EVER! All by ourselves. We might have had to call her cousin for some help but over all, we did a phenomenal job. We talked with the people next to us, they ran out of beer. They wanted more. We led them to our cooler, handed over 4 cans and they handed us 10 bucks. They willingly ponied up the 10 bucks. And Briana and I laughed the whole way in because a 12 back costs that much! We used the 10 to buy beer in the stadium. (oh, we were drunk in case you were curious) In the park we got our free coolers, we found our seats. We talked to the people around us and chatted about our kick ass signs. I saw the starting line-up and squealed with delight because my man, Craig Counsell, the Original CC, was starting! WOOOOOOOHOOO! Game time drew near, went and bought beer. Miller High Life Man (are YOU living the High Life?!) threw out the first pitch. We put on our paper mustaches that said Rock Is My Hero! We wore them pretty much the full game.



The game went on, we had a good time. It was a great game. Brewer took the early lead. Then the Astros came back to tie it 2-2. Then the Astros took it to 4-2. Then Ryan Braun hit a two run blast to tie it. Billy Hall drove in Corey Hart to make it 5-4, then Jason Kendall drove in another to make it 6-4. The final score. Amazing game. A Brewer win is always amazing. I'll take a blow out win over no win any day but there is something so much better about a close game. A come from behind victory that makes the air in the stadium electric, people on their feet and screaming. Walking out of the seating area people are high fiving, chanting "let's go Brewers!" and any thing goes. It's just amazing! Words don't do it justice. It's something that needs to be experienced.


Oh and we made it on TV.


Yeah. We went to the game with the mission of making it on and well, we did. How do we know? Taped the game. I got video of it bitches! Except not right now. My camera battery was dead so I needed to charge it. I'm gonna take video of the video and then post it. Cuz I am that big of a dork. But until then here, enjoy a still from our excitement. We probably woke the entire apartment building (alright just the few by us) screaming in delight when we saw ourselves. The announcers didn't talk about our signs which is a shame but shit, we made it. Pitching change in the sixth. Coming back from commercial, there we are!




If that is not hot, then I don't know what is.

How about a little cheese with that wine?

I love cheesy pick up lines.

Not for practical use or for them to be used on me but come on...they are hilarious!

I don't know how but me and A-bag got on the topic of cheesy pick up lines and so that made me want to know more so like the loser I am I did what any one else would do in this age of the internet. I googled some! And I found a few that made me laugh and laugh and laugh. If I were in a relationship with a fella I would totally say them to him at times just because.

Here are a few of the goodies:

• Were your parents bakers? (Why?) Cuz you’ve got a nice set of buns!
  
• Is there an airport nearby or is that just my heart taking off?
  
• Your eyes are blue, like the ocean. And baby, I'm lost at sea.
  
• Baby, if you were words on a page, you'd be what they call FINE PRINT!
  
• Do you have a keg in your pants? (Why?!) Cuz I wanna tap that!
  
• I wish I were your derivative so I could lay tangent to your curves!
  
• Roses are red, candle light flickers, after the meal, it’s off with the knickers!
  
• I’m not Fred Flintstone but I can make your bedrock!

Hahahaha! Oh, I'm a freak. But you gotta admit, a few of them are worth a giggle.

Alright. That's all I got. I must work at 7 AM, oh lucky me.

These are a few of my least favorite things!

Yes, a variation of the title has recently been used. Deal!

Anyway. When I get in a funk, usually at work, things that annoy me tend to be on my mind. More then likely because the person in front of my is displaying one of the annoying habits. I think that in the broad scheme of things, I bitch about things but they don't truly piss me off. Yeah they annoy me but overall I can deal. I'm tolerant. Then there are a few things that make my blood boil. The things that really irk me. I might have made a list the other day. The list isn't complete nor is it really long. Here it is.

1. People Who Do Not Speed Up When Merging Into Traffic.
Really. This one deserves to be number one because I HATE IT!! Seriously! Yes there are times when you can't and so that is understandable but I'd have to say 95% of the time you can get up to at least 50 when merging. This is where my road rage comes out. Believe you me, if I'm trying to get on the Interstate and some dumb ass is going about 30 I'm screaming at them. WHY?! If you speed up, moron, it'll be easier to get over! It isn't safe going into 70 mph traffic at the blistering speed of 32! It just...AHH! oooooh! When that happens and there's an opening I don't wait until the lane ends. I cross the white line. Then go by them yelling. It pisses me off!

2. Blatantly Bad Grammar.
I'm not a stickler when it comes to things like who and whom. Spelling? Forget about it, I'm no good at it. I screw up punctuation, not gonna even pretend that I'm perfect. What gets me is when people say things like "Those ain't $2.95!" while pointing at a single melon. And don't get me started on ain't. An ain't here and there, fine. It's the frequent use by a single perpetrator that annoys me. Oh, up to 10 ain'ts today and it ain't even noon! Is isn't hard to say? I don't think it ain't. Yeah....totally taking it a step too far. It's the confusion of possession and plurals. It's redneck hillbilly speak that gets me. Someday I just want so say to a person, "can you hear yourself speak?! you sound like a freaking moron!" But I don't. I keep my anger on the inside.

3. People Who Grunt/Moan When Doing An Activity That Does Not Require Such A Noise.
Everyone does it. You life something heavy, "uh!" You whack your knee so you let out a moan of pain. But when people go on for five minutes making such noises, me no likey. It makes me a little uncomfortable. Should I be like "Excuse me Ma'am, can you handle the roll of paper towels or is it a bit much?" I guess this is an action that doesn't so much make my blood boil as it makes it awkward. If awkward blood is possible... Anyway. It just...I don't like it! I don't! I really, really don't! Watching tennis is a nightmare for me! You don't hear other athletes do those nasty sounding "UHHHHHS!" with every move. Ok. Tennis watching isn't really a nightmare because a. I don't watch it. b. I can see how it warrants a grunt here or there. Still seems a little wrong. You talk you your mother with that mouth, (insert tennis star name)?

4. Loud Gum Chewers.
Should all rot in hell. No, not really. This is another sort of grey area because sometimes it brings me within an inch of snapping. Other days, not so much. But the days it annoys me. Oh boy. If I were ever to snap at someone I didn't know, it'd be over that. When customers come through the line smacking away I just wanna be like "why don't you shut your fucking mouth already?! Is that too difficult for you there bucko?" Inherited it from my mother. It's that sloshy spit filled sound. Blach! Oh, people with spit filled voices are like finger nails on the chalkboard to me. You must have heard one. There was one on a video we watched in a class once and I almost blew my top. And then when people talk to you while chewing. When I chew gum I don't think I chew it while speaking. If I do it isn't with such vigor my speech is impaired.

Ok. I feel better. I'm sure at some point I'll find more to add.

C-ya suckers!

Did you have a nice trip? See you next fall!

Oh hey! I totally forgot to share about my fabulous experience at Urgent Care last week! How could I?! Wanna hear the story? No? Too bad.

So! I woke up that morning, Thursday, feeling fine. Got a little bit of a headache but it wasn't much of nothing so off to work I went. Headache was gone, feeling fine, joking it up and then BOOM! -Yeah, BOOM!- I was standing there, checking some folk out and my vision started to get trippy. I thought it was just from looking out the window and you know when you look at something bright it makes your eyes kind of weird? Well my eyes are pretty light sensitive, my eye doctor agrees, so I just thought "whateves. Just from like looking at bright spot on a car or something" went on doing my thing for a minute or two. Then it got worse. It was, as I described it to health care professionals, just like what I said. When you see something bright, makes it trippy. Also when you stand up to fast and your head starts to swim.

Anyhoo, it was weird! I'm standing there trying to work and well, I can't really see. All those jokes about being able to cashier in my sleep are true I guess. Most of my vision is blurry and I'm freaking out a little bit cause I don't get what the hell's going on. Internal freaking. I probably stood there and kept working like that for five minutes until no one was in my line. Then I walked over to the front end manager and was like "um, I...I can't really see" and described to her what was happening, all while crying a tad bit cuz it was so weird! So then I had to go with her to the service desk so she could tell the manager and then I called my mom and she came and got me and off I went to Urgent Care! By the time I got to the doctors my little weird vision thing was over with. Probably lasted about a half hour.

We went to some clinic that used to have Urgent Care and my mom didn't know it wasn't there anymore but they got a nurse to take a look. She said it probably was a migraine but I should go to a doctor. So then my mom took me to Urgent Care and after sitting in the room waiting for the doctor to come in (it ended up being a physician's assistant, eh well. she knew her shit...oh and we totally stole some stuff) I had to do some strange little tests for her like scrunch up my face, wag my tongue all over and keep my balance when she shoved me. Passed 'em all, no brain tumor! The diagnosis? Migraines. But not just any migraines my friends, migraine variants. I get the aura without the migraine. Which is nice. I don't get a head splitting, well, headache. So I googled it all. Acephalic migraines. Affects 5% of the population. Hmm. So I spent the rest of the day drinking lots of water in a dark room. Watching House. All in all, kind of weird.

So there you have it. My Urgent Care story. I've never been before. Though I did have to go the ER when I was pretty young, 6-7 something like that, to get stitches on my chin after falling in the shower. Don't laugh. Exact same thing happened to my brother! And my sister? Not a perfect chin, she swam into the wall at the pool.

Oh. And this is also my way of documenting it like the doctor said to. Works better then what I did. Circle the date on the calendar and write "Headache" We'll see if I get another because in my googling I guess the International Migraine Society or some shit has a check list of when you can officially call what you have a migraine to prevent misdiagnosis and it's two aura's sans headache for my diagnosis. Hmm. Alright.

Oh by the way this is my 200th post. Hooray!

nice sac...rifice

Hey, hey, hey.

hey.

What's happening? Yeah nothing much here but I just feel the need to blog so it doesn't become neglected.

So I blog.

Let's see...anything to say? Nuh. Well, there is the fact my man is awesome. My man being Craig Counsell of course. Hit the game winning sacrifice fly in the 9th yesterday. Yeah. He is just that amazing. Did I watch it? Oh you bet I didn't. I was at work. Though I did know the game was tied going into the 9th and then I did find out they won but I didn't know that it was my man who won it for them until after work. A nice way to go into the All-Star Break I think.

Tra la la la la.

Leaving for WW in a little bit, just wasting some time.

Good news. Almost my 200th entry. Wow right? No, not really.

Hmm. No Brewer games for a while...what will I watch on TV at night? I already watched the full season of House. I should have saved it. I wasn't thinking. Silly me.

Blach. Alright. Enough of this.

¡Adios amigos!

These are a few of my favorite things!

I got to do one of my most favoritest things! I got to use one of my sayings today! I just LOVE THAT! It was perfect. I said it with a straight face, right time, everything.

I LOVE THAT! Almost as much as I love object shaped pools.

Alright. I don't know if I really love object shaped pools. I love the idea of them. A pool in the shape of a piano, is there a negative to that? I don't see how. "Oh hey Billy! Just swimming here by middle C!" I think I could love a pretty pool. I need to google this. It seems very 1985. Wasn't around, sure, but I can see a woman with a perm, ginormous floofy bow in her hair, and pumps of a solid shiny color (I'm thinking red with the toe a darker shade of red with a gold buckle) sipping champagne at a dinner party by a pool in the shape of a sun.

... Yeah. My head is a mystery. I know. Strange place. But it gets me through the day.

I've been watching some House on DVD because I need something to watch while in WW and there is just no way Hugh ol' boy can be British! No way! He sounds more American then most people.

I wish I had more money. I need to get the second season of CSI Miami on DVD. Oh well. Kind of good I'm not making much cuz then I don't spend it.

Weeeeeeeeelllll I think that's all. Don't got much going on. Hope everyone is just fabu. And speaking of fabu, that word reminds me of pink is the new blog and let me just say, perhaps again, me no likey the new sight. I don't like how I have to keep clicking previous entries. I with there was more then five a page and I wish it was updated only once a day. I find it extremely difficult to keep up with the goss when I can't get it in one go. I may dislike celebrity but I love me some celebrity gossip and my fix isn't being met. And I find that with each passing day of less goss, the urge for it is getting less and less and less and less. What is happening to me?!

Ok. Gonna go now.

adios my home dawgs

"Shattered Dreams"

I came up with a nice book title for the Arizona Diamondback's catcher. "Shattered Dreams: My major league career and hope for children shattered the day my left ball was"

Alright. So a little lame on my end. But seriously! The guy fractured his left nut when a ball was fouled off....his balls. Dang! I don't even have them and that makes me hurt.

So yeah. Lets see.

Do I have much to report? Not really. Been working at the store. Been the same old shit. I could do that job in my sleep. The other day, as I stood there at my register with no one in my line. Just looking pretty, which of course isn't hard, I turned around to look around and the chick working the self checkouts said to me, "When you're not busy they want you to stand at the end of the register." To which I replied with, after a slight pause, "Yeah that's not gonna happen" Then I slowly turned around, got out the paper towel and started to clean my scale.

Really? Does this woman wanna start something with me? I don't think so. Does she not know who I am?! The County Commissioner of Stewart County for pissakes? No, sorry. Channelled Porky's II there. But seriously. These people forget, or I guess they just don't know, I got street cred, I got experince. This ain't my first rodeo. I'm not some newbie fresh off the bus. I got years under my belt so if they start anything they are gonna lose!

Right, right, right. My apologies about that.

Alright. Off I go. Going up north for the fourth. Maybe I'll see fireworks. Something that hasn't happened in a few years. Le sigh.