Slow news day

This (partial) unemployment coupled with the fact I do nothing really of substance makes for slow news. I just don't have much to blog about. Sad.

But oh that is about to change people! Well, maybe. See it is official. I am heading back to what I like to call Satan's Earthly Dwelling. No, no. Not school. Work. As in the grocery store. Yes sir or ma'am. I should be back on the schedule next week. Oh joy of joys! Dream of dreams! Not. What are you gonna do about it? Nothing. I'm still working part time doing writing for the locals which is good and the gig I got now (which I'll have for a few months) is going to sweeten me in the eyes of future employers. Hopefully. See it was my belief that those two other internships would have done that but apparently not. Though the economy and the current state of the news business does not help any. Thanks a lot assholes for telling me early on that newspapers were getting screwed! Senior year is a little late for that to be pounded into our heads! It is alright though. Once they figure out how to transition to the web while still making money then it should get better.

So mark your calendars for next week sometime. I'm sure that I'll have something to blog about in regards to the grocery store. I know you're looking forward to it big time.

On a more random note, I haven't posted a picture of my puddin' since she was born! ...I don't think... so here is one of her chilling in the front yard.

Yes, she does have more rolls then a bakery. But she's so damn cute! Except when she bites you. For a kid with only two teeth she sure packs a punch when she puts your hand in her mouth and decides to clamp down. I'll forgive her though. Like I have forgave her for peeing on me. But she will be reminded of that in years to come.

Ciao!

So close that I can taste it!

Ok that sounds a little dirty.

At yesterday's Brewer game, I could have reached out and fondled Manny Parra. With room to spare! He was right there! RIGHT THERE! It was before the game and after warm ups. Manny and Soup were signing autographs so my friend and I went down to see him up close. She is a huge, huge, huge Manny fan. She wanted to get her picture with him so after throwing a few elbows and my tackling a couple of eight year olds, she got a spot on the rail. (Fine. I didn't tackle anyone) And she got her picture with him, a very nice one. And since I was the one who took the picture, I get to say Manny Parra smiled at me.

Look at how close we were!
Ah, if only it was Craigy. ...who am I kidding. I was that close, at an autograph session, and still didn't say a word. I was too nervous! Don't judge me! These are my celebrities!

Another accomplishment of the game? I got Ryan Braun to wave at me. We were sitting in the left field bleachers, first row right by the foul pole in foul territory. This group of girls a little ways away kept screaming at him whenever he took the field and he'd wave at them. All I did was yell something like "Hey Ryan!" and wave and he waved back. That should be a lesson to those teenyboppers. You don't have to be annoying to get recognized!

Look at how close we were to Ryan!
It'd be a better picture if he was catching the ball and not throwing it to fans.

All in all a good couple of game! They won on Friday-I forgot my camera for that one- and then they won on Sunday. Tonight? Let's just not talk about tonight shall we?

Oh another highlight to Sunday's game? We got to see Yo record his 200th strike out of the season and see Prince set the franchise walks record. I can say I've seen history now. That with me being at the only playoff game win in Miller Park history could make good stories for my children some day! Ooooor not.

Well, that's all I got. Peace!

en Vague

Sometimes when I blog I'm vague about certain things. Like identifying things because I have had a previous experience in yonder years. Though I don't think it'd take a genius to figure stuff out. Anyways why all this? Well because of the vagueness it disallows for me to be able to rant about some stuff. Stuff that pisses me off and I want nothing more then to just bitch up a storm. But I won't cause I know better.

So moving on.

Even though I really don't want to.

But I must.

So good news! I saw a dog today! Actually it has been an odd bird type day. First there were some vultures or hawks in the middle of the road feasting on some roadkill. Then I looked out my bedroom window and there was a flock of turkeys! (are turkeys considered a flock? Google says yes so I'll go with it.) The turkeys weren't in our yard but in the one right behind us. I should have tried to catch one so I could make my dream Thanksgiving feast in September! I would have used the Crawl method from "Son in Law." Do that high pitched scream that would induce a coronary in the bird. But then I'd have to bludgeon it with a hammer cause in the movie when they started to pull the feathers the bird woke up.

Yeeeaaaah. I don't think I could kill a bird with a hammer. I'll have to come up with a different plan to catch my turkey. Maybe one of those boxes with the string deals.

On that note I think I should call it a blog.

Here's to your wildest dreams

So I'm having some sleep issues. Half the time I'm losing sleep- and by losing sleep I mean waking up at like 630 and then tossing and turning for the next three hours- because I'm nervous over something or I'm having weird dreams.

My tossing and turning is attributed to anything work related. I'm dreading having to go back to the grocery store. So I have dreams about that already which isn't good. The dreams then lead me to wake up and then panic about having to waste away there. Or I worry about things related to writing. I've now got a bit of a more steady gig, my first real beat! But it is far from full time. I worry about that. Then I worry about other stories I have to do.

It makes me angry. I don't like it when things mess up my sleep!

Then I've been having some weird dreams to boot. Not just the grocery store ones. I think I've only had one or two of those. None of the fan favorite which always seem to come once I start back. I dream that I can never get my lane to close. That people keep coming even after I've told them that I was closed. It drives me nuts. No these dreams are just a compilation of weirdness. First I had one about NCIS. Gibbs and McGee were in it. I think what made it weird was Gibbs was acting very out of character. Then I had one about the Brewers. Which generally is nothing new but it was different then most.

Dreams. Strange things.

Oh and yes. I am no longer talking to Trevor Hoffman. He is in the dog house. In my twisted web of Brewers love affairs, he is sleeping on the couch for the next few nights after what he did.

Annnnnnd scene.

Chow.

Brewers Bonus!

Jeff Suppan is shaking his head at me.

Then it might be because I'm shaking him.

Silly bobbleheads.

I love getting rewards for going to Brewers games! You know, besides seeing the boys. Or men I guess. Though some of them aren't all that much older then me...but some coughcraigycough are. Yikes. Alcides Escobar is only two months older then me! And he has braces! I don't know why that last point is important.

Right.

Here look at my bobblehead and the Manny Parra pin you got for donating school supplies.
My Jeff Suppan has some pit stains. Unintentional ones, but they are there. Also his face looks like it has been clawed up a little bit. His kitty musta took out her anger of him not pitching too well lately and scratched him up. He didn't do terrible Sunday. Though he did bunt into a double play. But he did draw a bases loaded walk to break the tie. I just have some reservations in liking him. Plus he was digging into my back Sunday and he smashed my bananas. Stupid Jeff Suppan.

Here are a select few of pictures from Sunday for your viewing pleasures. (I know you are longing to see them)
There you go, a nice smattering of photos from the day. Craigy stretching, FRANK!, Craig and the base runner playing twister (Craig wins, he's still on his feet), Craig batting and Prince batting.

Did you know that Prince has a song about him? Like a real song? It is a little ridiculous. I want to commission a song about me. Right after I commission that statue.

Right. Chow!