Meow

So, the cat's outta the bag. I can now blog freely. Way back when, I wrote this about being able to use one of my favorite sayings. Now I can say what it is cause anyone that reads this blog, like the four people and that might be a liberal number, already know. When I got back from WW after finding out about becoming an auntie, after talking to Abag about it I got to say," Well, you know how the old saying goes. Girls have a button and boys have a pole and wicked touching takes it toll!" It might not be quite as hilar now, but it was quite fitting at the time.

Moving on...

I'm confused.

First off, what the hell blogger? Way to throw me for a loop and change some shit around. Sure it's nothing major but still! Not what I was expecting!

Crap Duggar Family! Stop having so many kids and stop naming everyone with a J! Mrs Duggar, push your husband off you once in a while alright? Good Lawrd! One of their specials is on TLC right now, hence the mention. That woman's gonna have another in January too. Yikes.

I think I know why I have high blood pressure. Besides genetics and well, I guess I don't know if I do for shizzle but I was told to keep an eye on it which I haven't. Anyway, grant me some leeway. Perhaps I'll call it questionable blood pressure. I think I figured out why.

There is far too much shit going on. And it's isn't all good shit. I don't like confrontation, I don't like anger, I don't like awkward situations and there is far too much of that all around! I...I don't like drama? Why must there be drama? Is it so necessary? I don't think so but I guess I'm looking on not partaking. I have a different view. It just seems like far to much drama and far to much work. But it is what it is I guess.

I also think the Olympics is not doing my blood pressure any good either because when those gymnasts do those fancy releases and look like their gonna knock their heads, it makes the ol' ticker go a little faster. And when divers seems to get too close to the board, wow.

Oh hey! It was Happy Days night at Miller Park last night. Not like I was there but I saw it on the tube. The Fonz was there, Mr C, Potsie, everyone! Except Richie because he's too good. And also yesterday it was JJ Hardy's birthday. Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaara! He's sexy, but he needs to shave. And tomorrow is Counsell's birthday. Yes. I know these things. Mainly because 1) they say such things when you watch TV and 2) my impeccable memory.

Duggars! By your children some decent clothes! Goodwill has got to have a better selection.

I should have got a job at the Home Depot. Then I could have been an Olympic athlete. Talent be damned!

Alright. This is getting pointless. Getting? No, it is.

Damnit! I'm gonna miss water polo tomorrow! Screw you work!

Oops. I'm outtie like belly buttons.

Rings of Fire

I looooooooooooooooove the Olympics! Love 'em! Summer, winter. Doesn't matter. Love 'em.

I think each Olympics has their high points.

Winter: luge, bobsled, skeleton, speed skating.

Summer: Gymnastics, diving, synchronized swimming.

I mean, what's not to love about the Olympics? It makes me feel so cultured for two weeks. I learn fancy fencing terms, totally watched the American women sweep though I think they call it saber fighting or some crazy shit like that. Sure I forget most everything a few weeks later but there's just that glimmer of intelligence that comes for two weeks every four years. Or two years.

Wow what an old broad.. a 33 year old competing in gymnastics. Shit son.

Anyway. Hands down my favs to watch are gymnastics because it's easy to give your own color commentary to it and the excitement when someone falls off the apparatus. Diving because well... I don't know. It's just awesome. Synchronized swimming really isn't one of my favorites but really? How the hell is that a sport.

Wow. I can't tell if that gymnast is albino or if she just took a chalk bath before her routine. I'm being blinded by the paleness contrasting with the harsh lighting of the venue.

Oh! Michael Phelps in 29 minutes! Yeeeah. I don't get excited over swimming. There isn't much to see. It's just not flashy enough for me.

I just love the Olympics. I also love trick pool. Or billiards. There was some on ESPN the other day and not gonna lie, I got sucked into it. The shots they pull off are amazing!

Alright. That's enough of this shit. Adios amigos.

All my bags are packed...

I'm ready to go. I'm standing here, outside your door. I hate to wake you up to say goodbyyyyyyye! But the dawn is brakin', its early morn. The taxi's waiting he's blowing his horn laaaleelaablah blee blah blah blaaaaaaaaaaah! Cuz I'm leaving on a jet plane! Don't know when I'll be back again!

On that note, allow me to blog about something I don't care all that much about: Brett Favre leaving.

I am not a football fanatic, I prefer college football over pro and even then I don't care all that much. But being born and bred Wisconsin, I throw my loyalties to the Green Bay Packers and I know enough to know this. Brett Favre is a blowhole.

That's right. I have cursed the name of the once King of this state. I have damned him and will continue to. I don't care what's been said by either party, I don't. What I care about is this, he was a Packer for damn near two decades and this is what we get? He retired. He cried like a freaking baby and went on and on about not doing anything for a while. He shot down rumors of a return and now he's back. I guess it's semi-appropriate he was retired for four months. At least I think it was four. It was the start of April or the end of March when he announced it I think. Meh. So would that make it five? Hell if I know. I don't care enough I'm in a blind rage.
...not really.

Here's what I think. I think the next time he steps on to Lambeau Field he's gonna get booed like no one's been booed before. I think he's dug himself a hole. And yes the franchise is partially to blame but he's been the face of it for years. They'll rebuild, they'll get themselves a shiny new star. Favre's gonna be tainted in the eyes of everyone from now on. So I think.

I also think when it comes down to it there are two types of people. Packer fans and Brett Favre fans. Brett Favre fans will be bitter towards the Packers and hold the team responsible and cheer on Bretty boy as a Jet. Then there will be the Packer fans who realize that yes, Favre was the Almighty in Green and Gold, he carried the most weight on his shoulders at times but he couldn't do it alone. He just did it in flashy style. And let's not forget that Favre could suck ass with the best of them. He could throw a bomb for a touchdown to win the game but not complete a 10 yard toss for a first down. There's also the third category of football fans such as myself that don't care and like it when any team does a Hail Mary.

So I say let Favre be Favre, be a blowhole, a dillweed, an asswipe, a jerkoff. Let him come back to Green Bay and let him experience a new sensation no one ever thought he would. Being booed by thousands of fans on the field where he once was worshiped. Though I don't think the Jets play the Packers, like, at all. But still, you get the point.

On a different note I was thinking, why are those foam cheeseheads people wear orange with holes? What orange cheese has holes? I can see one in my head but I can't think of the name, gouda? No I don't think that's right. I could be crazy, that's always a possibility. But honestly, when you think of hole filled cheese you think Swiss. Swiss is white. And some people call 'sconsin folk cheddar heads. Cheddar does not have holes in it people! Come on!

This is mystery of life that I don't think will ever be solved.


AHAH! I googled it. Brick cheese!