Oh world. I would like to inform you of a certain courtesy when shopping towards the close of business:
Get the frack out of the store at closing time. Or at the very least get in line when you hear that announcement that say "Oh hey there people. Yeah we're closed to you need to come to the check out now."
If a place closes at 11 that does not mean since you're in the store you get to stay as long as you wish. Oh hell no. It closes at 11. That means you need to have your pretty little ass out the doors at that time.
It doesn't mean you can wander the aisle looking for all that you need. Nope, uh uh, no sir-ee.
Last night I had some peach of a woman get pissy because she couldn't stay and shop. She strolled in 5 to closing and I was walking the front checking the aisle so I told her nicely that we were closing in 5 to which she exclaimed "What?! I thought you closed at midnight! Oh what am I going to do?! Oh I'll be fast." She was nice then and I thought that hey maybe she will be out of here quick.
Cut to ten minutes later and she's still out there. A few minutes later the manager rounded her up and oh was she pissy then. "I didn't know you closed at 11!" Bullshit lady I just told you we did. Then she had to be difficult. She got all defensive over her coupon that was only supposed to be used at a different store so to shut her the hell up I took it. Then she was all "Oh I'm not going to shop here anymore. I didn't know you closed."
Cry me a river, princess. You were told. You got the same five minute warning everyone gets. Then you got to shop past close. I don't care if you didn't know the hours were different. It's only been that way for a few years.
I don't know where people get off being such jags. I want to go to where they work and wait until it's time for them to go home and then make them wait on me or whatever. Oh what's that? Oh it's time to go home? Ooooh yeah no not so much see it's still 5 and I'm pretty certain your hours are 9-5 and not 9-4:59 so I can still be helped until 5 and if we go over, then well we go over.
Buttheads. The whole lot of them. Buttheads. It would be a little different if the people were a little apologetic if they were in there late but no. Most of the time they are in fact buttheads. Snotty, pissy, little punks that need to pull their collective heads out of their asses.
There. I feel a little better. Not a ton but at least I got that off my chest.
While I hate it when people stay late a little bit of me likes it because then I get to make my closed announcement which is fun. And then if that doesn't work I get to start to boot people. And oh that's a joy! It really is.
Ah the little things. They make the day better.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
Song O' the Day
Because I love fitting songs, this is my favorite song today.
"What Are You Looking For?"
-By: Sick Puppies
I walk the line of the disappointed
I celebrate when I'm in pain
My heart and mind can be disjointed
I built a bed in this hole I made
I recognize that I'm damaged
I sympathize that you are too
But I wanna breathe without feelin' so self-conscious
But it's hard when the world's starin' at you
Another piece of the puzzle, that doesn't fit
You throw your arms up, you're so damn sick of it
What are you working for
What are you searching for
Love
You won't be thinking of cars when
You're on your death bed and dyin'
You'll only be thinkin' of what you are paying for,
What you are praying for
Love
You join the line of the getting richer
You keep your pace but it's movin' slow
You are defined by all that you have hoarded
But you're surprised it doesn't fill up the hole.
Another piece of the puzzle, that doesn't fit
You throw your arms up, you're so damn sick of it
What are you coping for
What are you hoping for
Love
You won't be thinking of cars when
You're on your death bed and dyin'
You'll only be thinkin' of what you are paying for,
What you are praying for
Love
I'll never be what I see on the TV screen
I just keep dreaming of what I'm never gonna be
I can't think of a better way to waste my time then try
Another piece of the puzzle, that doesn't fit
You throw your arms up, you're so damn sick of it
What are you hurtin' for
What are you searching for
Love love love love
You won't be thinking of cars when
You're on your death bed and dyin'
You'll only be thinkin' of what you are paying for,
What you are praying for
Love love love love
You won't be thinkin' of cars when
You're on your death bed and dyin'
You'll only be thinkin' of what are you workin' for,
What are you waitin' for
"What Are You Looking For?"
-By: Sick Puppies
I walk the line of the disappointed
I celebrate when I'm in pain
My heart and mind can be disjointed
I built a bed in this hole I made
I recognize that I'm damaged
I sympathize that you are too
But I wanna breathe without feelin' so self-conscious
But it's hard when the world's starin' at you
Another piece of the puzzle, that doesn't fit
You throw your arms up, you're so damn sick of it
What are you working for
What are you searching for
Love
You won't be thinking of cars when
You're on your death bed and dyin'
You'll only be thinkin' of what you are paying for,
What you are praying for
Love
You join the line of the getting richer
You keep your pace but it's movin' slow
You are defined by all that you have hoarded
But you're surprised it doesn't fill up the hole.
Another piece of the puzzle, that doesn't fit
You throw your arms up, you're so damn sick of it
What are you coping for
What are you hoping for
Love
You won't be thinking of cars when
You're on your death bed and dyin'
You'll only be thinkin' of what you are paying for,
What you are praying for
Love
I'll never be what I see on the TV screen
I just keep dreaming of what I'm never gonna be
I can't think of a better way to waste my time then try
Another piece of the puzzle, that doesn't fit
You throw your arms up, you're so damn sick of it
What are you hurtin' for
What are you searching for
Love love love love
You won't be thinking of cars when
You're on your death bed and dyin'
You'll only be thinkin' of what you are paying for,
What you are praying for
Love love love love
You won't be thinkin' of cars when
You're on your death bed and dyin'
You'll only be thinkin' of what are you workin' for,
What are you waitin' for
Let Down
I think there's two things that I beat myself up over the most. When I make myself seem foolish or stupid and when I disappoint myself.
It's one thing for another person to disappoint me. It's a fact of life. People disappoint. It's going to happen. But it is so different if it's someone else doing the disappointing then if I'm the one I disappoint. It is so much worse. It's that way because in damn near every instance a part of me has doubt. A part of me is second guessing but the rest of me is steaming full-throttle ahead. And then when that bitter moment of disappointment happens the little part of me that was hung from the start pipes up and I just want to scream. I should have known better. I knew from the start that this could happen but I just had to continue.
It's terrible. I don't like it one bit yet here it's happened and it'll continue to happen. That's just the way things go. It wouldn't be nearly as fun to play it safe all the time but in moments like these I wish I had.
This is why I don't like to make a big deal out of things. To get excited over things. I hate the let down. I hate feeling one minute on top of the world, thinking about all the potential, the future what could be and then the next minute-boom- let down.
Aye. Whatever.
It's one thing for another person to disappoint me. It's a fact of life. People disappoint. It's going to happen. But it is so different if it's someone else doing the disappointing then if I'm the one I disappoint. It is so much worse. It's that way because in damn near every instance a part of me has doubt. A part of me is second guessing but the rest of me is steaming full-throttle ahead. And then when that bitter moment of disappointment happens the little part of me that was hung from the start pipes up and I just want to scream. I should have known better. I knew from the start that this could happen but I just had to continue.
It's terrible. I don't like it one bit yet here it's happened and it'll continue to happen. That's just the way things go. It wouldn't be nearly as fun to play it safe all the time but in moments like these I wish I had.
This is why I don't like to make a big deal out of things. To get excited over things. I hate the let down. I hate feeling one minute on top of the world, thinking about all the potential, the future what could be and then the next minute-boom- let down.
Aye. Whatever.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
A Soliloquy on Snow
I hail from a land where snow falls an average of 50 inches a year. It is nothing new nor is it nothing old that the flurries fly here quite often once the calendar turns past October.
Why is it then in this day and age that when the forecast calls for more then an inch or two people flock to the store like we'll all be home bound for months after the first inch accumulates?
Certain things I can understand the need to get with a snow storm on the horizon. Filling up the car before it starts to fall is alright since you never know if you'll get stuck or how long the commute might be. But groceries?! Come on now. Do a lot of people honestly not have enough supplies to make it through the day they might be stuck in the house? Or at the very most two days?
I can't recall a storm where we've been stuck at home for more then a day. We might not have gone out for two days but had we needed to we could have. And I grew up in the country! The roads were never plowed before 10 a.m.on days following a storm if we were lucky.
And with the rush of people snow brings on comes lines. Oh lines. Long, long, long lines which I have to deal with. Lines that honest to god give me nightmares at night. Lines that I have no control of and try my best to combat but they remain. And people get bitchy with me! With me for the lines because everybody needs to stock up for five inches in the off chance they're snowed in for 14 hours. I'd love to tell people that we can't predict weather. That I'm sorry but there's more then enough cashiers open on a normal day but since Jack Frost decided to precipitate everybody is going buck wild.
Aye. I love snow but I hate it. I love the first snowfall. It's romantic especially at night. I love snow in street lights. I love how quite it makes things. I hate how it makes people buttheads.
Why is it then in this day and age that when the forecast calls for more then an inch or two people flock to the store like we'll all be home bound for months after the first inch accumulates?
Certain things I can understand the need to get with a snow storm on the horizon. Filling up the car before it starts to fall is alright since you never know if you'll get stuck or how long the commute might be. But groceries?! Come on now. Do a lot of people honestly not have enough supplies to make it through the day they might be stuck in the house? Or at the very most two days?
I can't recall a storm where we've been stuck at home for more then a day. We might not have gone out for two days but had we needed to we could have. And I grew up in the country! The roads were never plowed before 10 a.m.on days following a storm if we were lucky.
And with the rush of people snow brings on comes lines. Oh lines. Long, long, long lines which I have to deal with. Lines that honest to god give me nightmares at night. Lines that I have no control of and try my best to combat but they remain. And people get bitchy with me! With me for the lines because everybody needs to stock up for five inches in the off chance they're snowed in for 14 hours. I'd love to tell people that we can't predict weather. That I'm sorry but there's more then enough cashiers open on a normal day but since Jack Frost decided to precipitate everybody is going buck wild.
Aye. I love snow but I hate it. I love the first snowfall. It's romantic especially at night. I love snow in street lights. I love how quite it makes things. I hate how it makes people buttheads.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Book bender
I've been on a real book binge lately.
I've taken to reading at work while on my breaks. I get some shit for it mainly because I read while walking like a total nerd but it's all in good fun. So what if I like to expand my mind with some classic literature? My brain needs some stimulation since my work can be pretty mind numbing at times.
I probably didn't start reading until a few weeks in at the new place. I started Labor Day weekend. In the time I've read there I've made it through "The Old Man and the Sea." "O Pioneers!" "Walden and Civil Disobedience" and I'm part way through "The Federalists."
Next on my list is "For Whom the Bell Tolls" and "The Interpretation of Dreams." We'll see how old Freud treats me. I had to read part of his writings for a class in college and liked it. I'm on a bit of a Hemingway kick. I read "A Farewell to Arms" years ago (side note: it makes me a little sad I can say things like years ago. It means that I am, in fact, growing up) and enjoyed it. Then I read "The Sun Also Rises" about two years ago. I picked up "The Old Man and the Sea" back in September and breezed through it in a few days. I'm really looking forward to reading the next book.
I really enjoy Willa Cather. I should pick up more of her books or have Santa bring them to me since he is going to be arriving soon. It probably would be more sensible to borrow books from the library but I love owning them too much. There's something about a nice, well balanced bookshelf that I love. It probably has something to do with I feel like I look smart having lots of book and I jump at any opportunity to look smart!
I've taken to reading at work while on my breaks. I get some shit for it mainly because I read while walking like a total nerd but it's all in good fun. So what if I like to expand my mind with some classic literature? My brain needs some stimulation since my work can be pretty mind numbing at times.
I probably didn't start reading until a few weeks in at the new place. I started Labor Day weekend. In the time I've read there I've made it through "The Old Man and the Sea." "O Pioneers!" "Walden and Civil Disobedience" and I'm part way through "The Federalists."
Next on my list is "For Whom the Bell Tolls" and "The Interpretation of Dreams." We'll see how old Freud treats me. I had to read part of his writings for a class in college and liked it. I'm on a bit of a Hemingway kick. I read "A Farewell to Arms" years ago (side note: it makes me a little sad I can say things like years ago. It means that I am, in fact, growing up) and enjoyed it. Then I read "The Sun Also Rises" about two years ago. I picked up "The Old Man and the Sea" back in September and breezed through it in a few days. I'm really looking forward to reading the next book.
I really enjoy Willa Cather. I should pick up more of her books or have Santa bring them to me since he is going to be arriving soon. It probably would be more sensible to borrow books from the library but I love owning them too much. There's something about a nice, well balanced bookshelf that I love. It probably has something to do with I feel like I look smart having lots of book and I jump at any opportunity to look smart!
Thursday, November 4, 2010
If you act like a child then I'll treat you like one!
So I've got this guy at work who has anger issues. He can be a bit of an ass at times and he goes off the deep end and just gets pissy. It's basically a temper tantrum. Other people have a difficult time dealing with him and they ask me what the secret is to it. My secret? I treat him like a two year old since he acts like one at times. I ignore half of what he says when it's negative. I don't respond to him when he acts negative. When I have to, I try to be positive and make the solution as simple as possible. Just like with a two year old, I don't tolerate attitude. Nope. Nada, none. I don't take it and I'm pretty certain it's well known.
I'm thinking that the next time he gets a 'tude with me I'll tell him my simple whatever on dealing with kiddies. He's got a couple of options-improve your attitude either on your own or with my help or take a nap. Only a nap wouldn't really be an option. I'd love to put him in time out. I really would. There's been a number of times where I've wanted to shut him down and make him leave. He can be absolutely ridiculous at times. I don't know how he hasn't been fired yet. All I know is I don't take his crap. He hasn't really laid it all on me yet like he's done to other but oh. I dare him to. He'll be in for a surprise. I will not allow it.
It's kind of fun being in a semi-power position. Not only do I get to lay the smack down on employees. Oh no. I get to lay the smack down, at times, on customers. Like creeps and thieves! There's a lady who is a frequent thief. She isn't your typical thief, she doesn't hide things in her coat or anything. She eats things like produce that has to be weighed before checking out. That's stealing. Or recently she's into doing that type of thing with grocery items. Well let me tell you. It brings such excitement to my day when I see her in the store and that I get to tail her. Only now she knows I'm on to her. She goes the other way when she sees me coming. I've got my wing men though who do the tailing for me and keep me in the loop. It's great fun, it's almost like sport. Only now the days of stalker her are soon to be done. The next time she's in store she's going to get kicked out for good. Which will be good but it'll also be sad. I'll miss my stalking. Unless of course she returns after being booted. Then the cops will get called and she could be arrested for trespassing.
This is my life now. Excitement comes to my days in the form of shoplifters and creeps. Pissy employees and rude customers. It isn't half bad. It certainly can be fun.
By the way....
Giants won the World Series! Giants won the World Series! Giants won the World Series! Giants won the World Serrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrries! Woohoo!
I'm thinking that the next time he gets a 'tude with me I'll tell him my simple whatever on dealing with kiddies. He's got a couple of options-improve your attitude either on your own or with my help or take a nap. Only a nap wouldn't really be an option. I'd love to put him in time out. I really would. There's been a number of times where I've wanted to shut him down and make him leave. He can be absolutely ridiculous at times. I don't know how he hasn't been fired yet. All I know is I don't take his crap. He hasn't really laid it all on me yet like he's done to other but oh. I dare him to. He'll be in for a surprise. I will not allow it.
It's kind of fun being in a semi-power position. Not only do I get to lay the smack down on employees. Oh no. I get to lay the smack down, at times, on customers. Like creeps and thieves! There's a lady who is a frequent thief. She isn't your typical thief, she doesn't hide things in her coat or anything. She eats things like produce that has to be weighed before checking out. That's stealing. Or recently she's into doing that type of thing with grocery items. Well let me tell you. It brings such excitement to my day when I see her in the store and that I get to tail her. Only now she knows I'm on to her. She goes the other way when she sees me coming. I've got my wing men though who do the tailing for me and keep me in the loop. It's great fun, it's almost like sport. Only now the days of stalker her are soon to be done. The next time she's in store she's going to get kicked out for good. Which will be good but it'll also be sad. I'll miss my stalking. Unless of course she returns after being booted. Then the cops will get called and she could be arrested for trespassing.
This is my life now. Excitement comes to my days in the form of shoplifters and creeps. Pissy employees and rude customers. It isn't half bad. It certainly can be fun.
By the way....
Giants won the World Series! Giants won the World Series! Giants won the World Series! Giants won the World Serrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrries! Woohoo!
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Ra-ra-ra-Random
so I know it's been a long time since I've blogged. I'm a bad, bad person. It's not that I don't want to exactly it's just...well I don't know what it is. I guess I don't have the oodles of time I once did.
So to fill the void that I know you all have been feeling, I shall present to you a post with randomness which will be punctiated with commentary on the baseball game I am currently watching. It's not just any game ladies and gents. Oh no. It's the Giants-Rangers Game 1 of the World Series and my Giants, second fiddle to my Brewers, are winning. Oh yes. They are winning. GIGANTES!
Random 1: If you are a violator of the sanctity of the English language, there is a very real possibility I will slap you one day. I'm not talking about the casual violators who do things like u, btw, ftw, wtf. I'm talking about the people who constantly update their facebook with posts such as "Went2 Walk-Mart n got a bike 4reals. It wuz off the hook. NE1 want a ride laterz?"
You and I will not be friends if you are a internet user like this. So sorry.
Random 2: Did you know in the event of a power failure for greater then two hours dry ice has to be called in to preserve the perishables at the store? OOOOH RUN YOU SOB! Score! Giants! Oh. Sorry. Anyway. Dry ice! How awesome is that? I find it to be very awesome.
Random 3: The people who live above us keep weird hours. They're up late and they're up early.
Random 4: the people below us are old(er). That means come winter time we'll be able to steal their heat. HaHa!
Random 5: I've been drinking. (Just thought I should let you know so any glaring errors can be attributed to that)
Random 6: These couches are super fun to write on. The fabric is micro something or another so you can pet it one way and it's darker so you can write messages in it.
Random 7: Clams are my favorite sea food.
Random 8: I'm thinking about basing my credit card decision on the prettyness of the card.
Random 9: I have literally yelled GIGANTES! (Giants in Spanish) about 247 times today. The neighbors no longer like me.
Random 10: I'm done.
Have a good whatever it is when you read this.
So to fill the void that I know you all have been feeling, I shall present to you a post with randomness which will be punctiated with commentary on the baseball game I am currently watching. It's not just any game ladies and gents. Oh no. It's the Giants-Rangers Game 1 of the World Series and my Giants, second fiddle to my Brewers, are winning. Oh yes. They are winning. GIGANTES!
Random 1: If you are a violator of the sanctity of the English language, there is a very real possibility I will slap you one day. I'm not talking about the casual violators who do things like u, btw, ftw, wtf. I'm talking about the people who constantly update their facebook with posts such as "Went2 Walk-Mart n got a bike 4reals. It wuz off the hook. NE1 want a ride laterz?"
You and I will not be friends if you are a internet user like this. So sorry.
Random 2: Did you know in the event of a power failure for greater then two hours dry ice has to be called in to preserve the perishables at the store? OOOOH RUN YOU SOB! Score! Giants! Oh. Sorry. Anyway. Dry ice! How awesome is that? I find it to be very awesome.
Random 3: The people who live above us keep weird hours. They're up late and they're up early.
Random 4: the people below us are old(er). That means come winter time we'll be able to steal their heat. HaHa!
Random 5: I've been drinking. (Just thought I should let you know so any glaring errors can be attributed to that)
Random 6: These couches are super fun to write on. The fabric is micro something or another so you can pet it one way and it's darker so you can write messages in it.
Random 7: Clams are my favorite sea food.
Random 8: I'm thinking about basing my credit card decision on the prettyness of the card.
Random 9: I have literally yelled GIGANTES! (Giants in Spanish) about 247 times today. The neighbors no longer like me.
Random 10: I'm done.
Have a good whatever it is when you read this.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Guaranteed Piece of Sh....
I think of myself as a pretty tolerable person. It takes a lot for me to get honestly pissed off. I can let a lot of things slide, I can not get worked up when I should probably be angry. I think it's the seven plus years of retail working for me. I've learned how to deal with angry people. Rude people. Mean people. Difficult situations. Awkward situations. You name it, I've probably dealt with it. In doing so I've learned it doesn't pay to be honestly angry most the time. Sure I might get momentarily angry or say I'm angry but when really, it's not all that bad. Not really real anger. But like most people I've got a few triggers that are pretty much guaranteed to piss me off to some extent.
One is the use of compass directions when it isn't necessary. Example of an approved use of compass directions: "After the turn onto I-94, continue north for 27 miles." Unapproved example: "We always get box elder bugs in the fall on the southwest side of the house. " It's the back of the house. Hey-Zeus! Who are you trying to impress with your directions?
Another thing that will piss me off are surprises. I hate (most) surprises. I do. Some are OK. Some are tolerable. I think the thing I hate most about surprises are when people dangle bits of information in front of you and are all smug about it like "oooh well something is going to happen that you're going to like but I can't say what." I'm feeling pissed off just thinking about it. I don't like being caught off guard.
Some work related things that piss me off are: 1. micro-managing, 2. Being left out of the loop 3. Screwing with me and/or my schedule.
Let's examine micro-managing for a bit. Hey Mr/Ms Manager. I get that you're in charge and that, in theory, you know what's best. But here's a little tip. You don't, OK? You really do not know what is best all the time. I do my job 40 hours a week. I've been doing it for a while. I understand it better in many ways because of that and to come in and tell me to do little things differently are not OK. I generally know what is going on better then you do. I generally know what my workers need better then you do. For you to come up to me and tell me things that really aren't useful or to try to be in my business more then necessary is not OK. I understand line management. I understand what'll get them moving, what will slow them down. While all you seem to look at is the bottom line and customer satisfaction, I like to look at employee satisfaction because I know a pissed off, unhappy or under appreciative employee is not going to help with sales or customers.
Now being left out of the loop...I think it probably ties in with the whole I don't like surprises thing. If you know something that will help me do my job and fail to give me that information then congratulations you've just pissed me off. If a cashier calls in at 9 a.m. for their 3 p.m. shift and you don't tell me until 3:30 after I've already called the them wondering where the f they are, pissed off. Seriously? How can you not tell a person something like that? Don't look me in the eyes because you'll be poked with the daggers coming out of them.
Screwing with me and/or my schedule could probably be rolled into being left out of the loop since it generally it is because I've been left out I get screwed with but for today it will be it's own category since today I have been screwed with along with my schedule and it has, without a doubt, pissed me off. It's my day off today. I was asked on Saturday if I'd come in for a few hours to cover a short shift. I agreed to it yesterday morning. So a call a half hour before I was supposed to be at work by the manager saying "oh I'm sorry I forgot to tell you yesterday (YESTERDAY!) that some stuff has changed and we don't need you to come in today" has probably done me some health damage since the fury I felt in that moment most likely shred some capillaries. It's a good thing I couldn't find my phone in time to answer because if I had talked to said Manager I'd probably would have been a bit mad. And tomorrow if Manager tries to talk to me about it I can't guarantee I'll be 100 percent pleasant. And I certainly intend to tattle to someone of less rank but still. I will tattle to make me feel better.
Alright. I think I feel better.
And wow have I been whiney that last few posts.
One is the use of compass directions when it isn't necessary. Example of an approved use of compass directions: "After the turn onto I-94, continue north for 27 miles." Unapproved example: "We always get box elder bugs in the fall on the southwest side of the house. " It's the back of the house. Hey-Zeus! Who are you trying to impress with your directions?
Another thing that will piss me off are surprises. I hate (most) surprises. I do. Some are OK. Some are tolerable. I think the thing I hate most about surprises are when people dangle bits of information in front of you and are all smug about it like "oooh well something is going to happen that you're going to like but I can't say what." I'm feeling pissed off just thinking about it. I don't like being caught off guard.
Some work related things that piss me off are: 1. micro-managing, 2. Being left out of the loop 3. Screwing with me and/or my schedule.
Let's examine micro-managing for a bit. Hey Mr/Ms Manager. I get that you're in charge and that, in theory, you know what's best. But here's a little tip. You don't, OK? You really do not know what is best all the time. I do my job 40 hours a week. I've been doing it for a while. I understand it better in many ways because of that and to come in and tell me to do little things differently are not OK. I generally know what is going on better then you do. I generally know what my workers need better then you do. For you to come up to me and tell me things that really aren't useful or to try to be in my business more then necessary is not OK. I understand line management. I understand what'll get them moving, what will slow them down. While all you seem to look at is the bottom line and customer satisfaction, I like to look at employee satisfaction because I know a pissed off, unhappy or under appreciative employee is not going to help with sales or customers.
Now being left out of the loop...I think it probably ties in with the whole I don't like surprises thing. If you know something that will help me do my job and fail to give me that information then congratulations you've just pissed me off. If a cashier calls in at 9 a.m. for their 3 p.m. shift and you don't tell me until 3:30 after I've already called the them wondering where the f they are, pissed off. Seriously? How can you not tell a person something like that? Don't look me in the eyes because you'll be poked with the daggers coming out of them.
Screwing with me and/or my schedule could probably be rolled into being left out of the loop since it generally it is because I've been left out I get screwed with but for today it will be it's own category since today I have been screwed with along with my schedule and it has, without a doubt, pissed me off. It's my day off today. I was asked on Saturday if I'd come in for a few hours to cover a short shift. I agreed to it yesterday morning. So a call a half hour before I was supposed to be at work by the manager saying "oh I'm sorry I forgot to tell you yesterday (YESTERDAY!) that some stuff has changed and we don't need you to come in today" has probably done me some health damage since the fury I felt in that moment most likely shred some capillaries. It's a good thing I couldn't find my phone in time to answer because if I had talked to said Manager I'd probably would have been a bit mad. And tomorrow if Manager tries to talk to me about it I can't guarantee I'll be 100 percent pleasant. And I certainly intend to tattle to someone of less rank but still. I will tattle to make me feel better.
Alright. I think I feel better.
And wow have I been whiney that last few posts.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Cheese Please
Ah. Another Cheese Days has came and went. Curds consumed, beer drunk. Long ass parade sat through. All in all a successful event.
It was Addisyn's first Cheese Days. Well, second in a way. She was being cooked during the last one. Us two hung out Saturday morning while the rest of the fam-damly went golfing. I took her down to the square early to just walk around and see what all was there. Unfortunately and stupidly I forgot my money so I could not take advantage of the short cheese curd line. The crowd was pretty thin so I let her out of the stroller for a bit by the stage and she went to town dancing to the yodeling. She's such a silly little girl. She loves to dance and she's got some of the cutest moves you'll ever see. Describing them won't do justice but there's this one where she'll stick one arm out to the side, palm up and spin in a circle. It's such a ballet move. I think the look on her face while she does it is priceless as well, like she's really into it.
After that we wandered around some more then headed back 'cause it was nap time. After her nap and lunch we went back down and holy cats was the square packed. She wasn't too happy that I wouldn't let her out to dance again. On the way back to the house she kept going "Weeeeee! Weeeeee!" or saying "Daddy? Daddy? Daddy?"
That chick is getting smart. Which I know babies are a lot smarter then we give them credit for and I know I've said that before but to see it is kind of cool. I was holding her and talking with some other people and she just started to say "I...I..." so I look at her and she's pointing to her eye. For no good reason she just decided to point it out. So then I asked her where my eyes were and she poked one then proceeded to try to pry it open. Then to see if she was quick on her feet I asked where her ears were. She got it no prob. Then to the nose, then back to the eyes. She doesn't know mouth yet but when we were saying it and pointing it out she was giving us her look that says "ok...ok...wait...wait...I'm thinking...I'm thinking. Got it!" She gives you the same look when you do something new and soon enough she'll do it or say whatever you were trying to get her to say.
She was also really into saying "I got it!" We were playing with a ball when it started on Saturday. I took it from her and said "I got it!" then hid it. So she gave me her little thinking look, found the ball and yelled "I GOT IT!" So I snatched it back, hid it again and she found it and yelled "I got it!" again. Then later I think I asked her where her cup or something was that she had so she held it up and said "I got it!"
She's also into cleaning and picking up. I handed her a baby wipe and pointed at a table so she went and wiped it up. She found some of her shoes on the floor so she picked them up, went to the closet and put them where they belonged. Hopefully she keeps that up! This helpful stage could be quite the benefit for me. I can get her to do stuff! I tried to get her to put my shoes on my feet for me and she sure tried her hardest but couldn't quite get it. We'll work on that. She also likes to walk on her knees. She'll go three feet, face plant, get back up, go another three feet, face plant again. It's funny.
Ok ok ok. Enough about Addisyn already.
The rest of Cheese Days was great. Beer tent adventures Saturday night with huge beer bottles being used as weapons. The parade that lasts oh, about 2 hours too long for me. I did make out like a bandit with loot though. Win! And I saw all the musts. The cows. The New Glarus Fire Department old school ladder company. The giant wheel man. The Racing Sausages. I was surprised there were no politicians like usual.
And I think that rounds out Cheese Days quite nicely. Which means this post is done.
Chow mein fools!
It was Addisyn's first Cheese Days. Well, second in a way. She was being cooked during the last one. Us two hung out Saturday morning while the rest of the fam-damly went golfing. I took her down to the square early to just walk around and see what all was there. Unfortunately and stupidly I forgot my money so I could not take advantage of the short cheese curd line. The crowd was pretty thin so I let her out of the stroller for a bit by the stage and she went to town dancing to the yodeling. She's such a silly little girl. She loves to dance and she's got some of the cutest moves you'll ever see. Describing them won't do justice but there's this one where she'll stick one arm out to the side, palm up and spin in a circle. It's such a ballet move. I think the look on her face while she does it is priceless as well, like she's really into it.
After that we wandered around some more then headed back 'cause it was nap time. After her nap and lunch we went back down and holy cats was the square packed. She wasn't too happy that I wouldn't let her out to dance again. On the way back to the house she kept going "Weeeeee! Weeeeee!" or saying "Daddy? Daddy? Daddy?"
That chick is getting smart. Which I know babies are a lot smarter then we give them credit for and I know I've said that before but to see it is kind of cool. I was holding her and talking with some other people and she just started to say "I...I..." so I look at her and she's pointing to her eye. For no good reason she just decided to point it out. So then I asked her where my eyes were and she poked one then proceeded to try to pry it open. Then to see if she was quick on her feet I asked where her ears were. She got it no prob. Then to the nose, then back to the eyes. She doesn't know mouth yet but when we were saying it and pointing it out she was giving us her look that says "ok...ok...wait...wait...I'm thinking...I'm thinking. Got it!" She gives you the same look when you do something new and soon enough she'll do it or say whatever you were trying to get her to say.
She was also really into saying "I got it!" We were playing with a ball when it started on Saturday. I took it from her and said "I got it!" then hid it. So she gave me her little thinking look, found the ball and yelled "I GOT IT!" So I snatched it back, hid it again and she found it and yelled "I got it!" again. Then later I think I asked her where her cup or something was that she had so she held it up and said "I got it!"
She's also into cleaning and picking up. I handed her a baby wipe and pointed at a table so she went and wiped it up. She found some of her shoes on the floor so she picked them up, went to the closet and put them where they belonged. Hopefully she keeps that up! This helpful stage could be quite the benefit for me. I can get her to do stuff! I tried to get her to put my shoes on my feet for me and she sure tried her hardest but couldn't quite get it. We'll work on that. She also likes to walk on her knees. She'll go three feet, face plant, get back up, go another three feet, face plant again. It's funny.
Ok ok ok. Enough about Addisyn already.
The rest of Cheese Days was great. Beer tent adventures Saturday night with huge beer bottles being used as weapons. The parade that lasts oh, about 2 hours too long for me. I did make out like a bandit with loot though. Win! And I saw all the musts. The cows. The New Glarus Fire Department old school ladder company. The giant wheel man. The Racing Sausages. I was surprised there were no politicians like usual.
And I think that rounds out Cheese Days quite nicely. Which means this post is done.
Chow mein fools!
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Proper Ventilation needed
My apologies but a vent/rant post is needed. It's a shame my sparse posting is going to be picked up with a bitchfest but here it is.
< rant>
There's a reason I'm quite, that I don't comment on situations. It's because nobody is going to like what I have to say. I suppose that's not necessarily true, sometimes I do have something to add. But in most situations (I don't know why I'm calling them situations. Just roll with it, alright) that seem to come up all the time, my responses might not be the most well received mostly because it is one response.
Who gives a fuck?
In all honesty, is getting that pissed off and worked up really necessary? No.
That's my general attitude. I don't give a fuck. I do, but I don't. You know what I mean? I mean I care to a point but I'm not going to get worked up in a lather over it. It's not worth the effort. It really isn't. And is it really necessary? I don't think so. Maybe because I don't view the situations in the same way. I just....I don't care! I really don't. Give me a good reason to then I will but I think things are being blown way out of proportion. It's personal preferences getting in the way. Not everyone can be like each other. Not everyone is going to make you 100 percent happy. That's life. Get your head out of your ass, stop acting like an ass and put your money where you're fraking mouth is. Christ.
And that's why I don't say anything.
Another thing I hate to hear people say? I don't know where I went wrong with you/him/her/them/it.
Oh my god. Get over yourself! Honestly. Quit with the flipping pity party for one. You know what? Not everything is a reflection of you, alright? Geez. That's the great thing about humans, we're able to think for ourselves.
I really can't stand when people say that. It drives me so freaking nuts. It really does.
<\rant>
Ok. I think that covers it. I did get distracted by a delicious fresh cookie ice cream sandwich so something might have been lost in the rant.
Random fact: Black and Mild cigars are quite wonderful.
You're welcome for that tid bit of information.
Another fact? If I don't start getting some answers at work, they are going to get a taste of my temper. And that can be a bit ugly.
Oh hey! That was something else I was going to rant about...
Riddle me this? Why can everyone else be in a bad mood, pissy or bitchy and it seems just fine and dandy but when I act the same way, hold the phone. That is just blasphemy! Whatever. I guess at least I'm able to recognize.
Ok. That's all I got. The Brewers are starting to suck so I'm losing focus on everything.
Chow mien!
< rant>
There's a reason I'm quite, that I don't comment on situations. It's because nobody is going to like what I have to say. I suppose that's not necessarily true, sometimes I do have something to add. But in most situations (I don't know why I'm calling them situations. Just roll with it, alright) that seem to come up all the time, my responses might not be the most well received mostly because it is one response.
Who gives a fuck?
In all honesty, is getting that pissed off and worked up really necessary? No.
That's my general attitude. I don't give a fuck. I do, but I don't. You know what I mean? I mean I care to a point but I'm not going to get worked up in a lather over it. It's not worth the effort. It really isn't. And is it really necessary? I don't think so. Maybe because I don't view the situations in the same way. I just....I don't care! I really don't. Give me a good reason to then I will but I think things are being blown way out of proportion. It's personal preferences getting in the way. Not everyone can be like each other. Not everyone is going to make you 100 percent happy. That's life. Get your head out of your ass, stop acting like an ass and put your money where you're fraking mouth is. Christ.
And that's why I don't say anything.
Another thing I hate to hear people say? I don't know where I went wrong with you/him/her/them/it.
Oh my god. Get over yourself! Honestly. Quit with the flipping pity party for one. You know what? Not everything is a reflection of you, alright? Geez. That's the great thing about humans, we're able to think for ourselves.
I really can't stand when people say that. It drives me so freaking nuts. It really does.
<\rant>
Ok. I think that covers it. I did get distracted by a delicious fresh cookie ice cream sandwich so something might have been lost in the rant.
Random fact: Black and Mild cigars are quite wonderful.
You're welcome for that tid bit of information.
Another fact? If I don't start getting some answers at work, they are going to get a taste of my temper. And that can be a bit ugly.
Oh hey! That was something else I was going to rant about...
Riddle me this? Why can everyone else be in a bad mood, pissy or bitchy and it seems just fine and dandy but when I act the same way, hold the phone. That is just blasphemy! Whatever. I guess at least I'm able to recognize.
Ok. That's all I got. The Brewers are starting to suck so I'm losing focus on everything.
Chow mien!
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
You're the only Ten I See
Hey, hey, hey!
So what's happenin' cap'n?
I just got back from Nashville as some of you might now. (I love how I write like I've got an audience when I really don't) It was a pretty bomb diggity trip. And that just made me feel like a middle schooler again.
It was a quick trip but it was jam packed with fun things. On Friday B and I went to the Country Music Hall of Fame and Museum, on a duck tour of Nashville and to the Hermitage which is the house and tomb of Andrew Jackson.
The HOF and Museum was one of those things were if we hadn't done the pass thing where we got cheap tickets I wouldn't have spent $20 to see it. The man at the Music City Tours place said it'd take us three hours to get through it. It took us almost one. We aren't really country music buffs. We looked at everything or almost everything. We just didn't sit there and read everything. I stopped and read the stuff that peaked my interest if it had to do with Dolly or Wynonna or Garth or Johnny or anyone else I knew but other then that, why do I want to look at someone's guitar who I never heard of?
The Duck tour was pretty interesting at times. We learned some fun facts, got to see first hand how bad the flooding was in May when it went out on the Cumberland.
The Hermitage was also pretty interesting. We got those sweet audio devices and they had two series you could listen to the adult or the kids. Naturally we listened to the kid series.. It had just the right amount of information and it was given in a fun way. I listened to one adult one and it was a snooze fest. Also the 20 minute video in the museum part was narrated by Martin Sheen. A fake president narrating the life of a real president. Score!
Then of course there was the baseball! We went to the Sounds' games on Friday and Saturday, sat behind the dugout on both nights and got our stalk on. We also got to do an on-field promotion! We did the bungee battle! I don't have any pictures of it but I did find video of other people doing it from the Sounds' facebook page.
We also did go out on Broadway one night. Kind of a sketchy street. Well, 2nd Avenue anyway.
It was a good trip except for the part where the cat acquired a taste for my blood. That thing drew some every single day we were there! He even scratched my face the butthead.
Here's just a taste of the trip for ya:
Did I mention that it was hot down there?
Hooooly cats was it warm! I know it was warm here too at the same time but I can't recall the last time it was over 100 for more then a day. On Friday night it was still 100 degrees at first pitch which was at 6:30. Woooweee!
So what's happenin' cap'n?
I just got back from Nashville as some of you might now. (I love how I write like I've got an audience when I really don't) It was a pretty bomb diggity trip. And that just made me feel like a middle schooler again.
It was a quick trip but it was jam packed with fun things. On Friday B and I went to the Country Music Hall of Fame and Museum, on a duck tour of Nashville and to the Hermitage which is the house and tomb of Andrew Jackson.
The HOF and Museum was one of those things were if we hadn't done the pass thing where we got cheap tickets I wouldn't have spent $20 to see it. The man at the Music City Tours place said it'd take us three hours to get through it. It took us almost one. We aren't really country music buffs. We looked at everything or almost everything. We just didn't sit there and read everything. I stopped and read the stuff that peaked my interest if it had to do with Dolly or Wynonna or Garth or Johnny or anyone else I knew but other then that, why do I want to look at someone's guitar who I never heard of?
The Duck tour was pretty interesting at times. We learned some fun facts, got to see first hand how bad the flooding was in May when it went out on the Cumberland.
The Hermitage was also pretty interesting. We got those sweet audio devices and they had two series you could listen to the adult or the kids. Naturally we listened to the kid series.. It had just the right amount of information and it was given in a fun way. I listened to one adult one and it was a snooze fest. Also the 20 minute video in the museum part was narrated by Martin Sheen. A fake president narrating the life of a real president. Score!
Then of course there was the baseball! We went to the Sounds' games on Friday and Saturday, sat behind the dugout on both nights and got our stalk on. We also got to do an on-field promotion! We did the bungee battle! I don't have any pictures of it but I did find video of other people doing it from the Sounds' facebook page.
We also did go out on Broadway one night. Kind of a sketchy street. Well, 2nd Avenue anyway.
It was a good trip except for the part where the cat acquired a taste for my blood. That thing drew some every single day we were there! He even scratched my face the butthead.
Here's just a taste of the trip for ya:
Hooooly cats was it warm! I know it was warm here too at the same time but I can't recall the last time it was over 100 for more then a day. On Friday night it was still 100 degrees at first pitch which was at 6:30. Woooweee!
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Lame
Man. I haven't blogged in forever! That's super lame of me.
Or perhaps it has something to do with my super lame life. I know, I know. I'm really dramatic. It just fit.
But for realies nothing of excitement or note hasn't happened since I last blogged. Seen a couple of Brewers games which OH! The O-for streak is done! I've seen two, TWO! Brewers victories! They both were walk off wins so that was exciting. And at another game I got to sit in the fancy schmancy pants Air Tran Landing section. It was pretty badass sitting basically on the right field warning track. The all you could eat buffet and all you could drink soda made it even more badass. The two complimentary beers made it the most badass of all. Now I just need to land myself some suite tickets. ...You might be able to call it sweet suite tickets. Haha!
Ok that was lame.
Let's see. What else have I done?
Finished the entire Twilight series. I refuse to call it a saga though. I read Twilight over a year ago and started New Moon over the 4th of July and finished that, Eclipse and Breaking Dawn by last Sunday. I'm still undecided on if I actually like them. There are good qualities and then there are some things that just drive me nuts. (Team Jacob, if you were curious)
And, uh, yeah. That sums up my month. Throw in some quality Addisyn time and a whole lot of working time and that rounds July out quite nicely. Oh and a few tornado warnings. Yeah, there were some of those. Well only one that required actual basement action. Although all we really did was turn the TV on, take our computers down and then went out and danced in the rain while drinking beer trying to spot the potential twister. We're safe!
Maybe August will be more exciting. I do have a road trip planned after all.
Or perhaps it has something to do with my super lame life. I know, I know. I'm really dramatic. It just fit.
But for realies nothing of excitement or note hasn't happened since I last blogged. Seen a couple of Brewers games which OH! The O-for streak is done! I've seen two, TWO! Brewers victories! They both were walk off wins so that was exciting. And at another game I got to sit in the fancy schmancy pants Air Tran Landing section. It was pretty badass sitting basically on the right field warning track. The all you could eat buffet and all you could drink soda made it even more badass. The two complimentary beers made it the most badass of all. Now I just need to land myself some suite tickets. ...You might be able to call it sweet suite tickets. Haha!
Ok that was lame.
Let's see. What else have I done?
Finished the entire Twilight series. I refuse to call it a saga though. I read Twilight over a year ago and started New Moon over the 4th of July and finished that, Eclipse and Breaking Dawn by last Sunday. I'm still undecided on if I actually like them. There are good qualities and then there are some things that just drive me nuts. (Team Jacob, if you were curious)
And, uh, yeah. That sums up my month. Throw in some quality Addisyn time and a whole lot of working time and that rounds July out quite nicely. Oh and a few tornado warnings. Yeah, there were some of those. Well only one that required actual basement action. Although all we really did was turn the TV on, take our computers down and then went out and danced in the rain while drinking beer trying to spot the potential twister. We're safe!
Maybe August will be more exciting. I do have a road trip planned after all.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
The Day Has Come
Its finally happened.
Hell must have froze over in the last hour and a half because I am rooting against the Brewers.
Ok, ok. So rooting against might be a bit much. But I'm not cheering for them. Maybe I am internally but out loud? Oh no. They are dead to me. This would only happen under certain, unique circumstances and amazingly enough the stars have aligned. It would only happen when they are facing the Giants. Check. It would be even more likely to happen when Tim Lincecum is pitching. Double Check. It would come if they were sucking. Triple Check.
So here I sit feeling like I'm committing treason and oh my god. The Giants just hit a grand slam. I....I can't get excited over that! Love affair or not come on Brewers! I want Lincecum to do good and he has. But in my mind he'd pitch seven strong, then the Brewers would nail the relief pitchers for runs to win.
I guess I'm a guilty cheater. I want the Giants to make me feel good since the Brewers haven't been able to but I can't get that excited feeling I get when the Brewers start to kick ass.
Still. While I'll be disappointed in a Brewers loss it'll be softened some by a Giants victory. I am quite happy though that both my favs are squaring up against each other and I don't mean the teams. Craigy is playing! I'd like to see a nice switch off of success between Lincecum and Counsell. One AB Counsell gets a hit or walk, the next AB Lincecum strikes him out. See, I think under normal circumstances I would want Counsell to do good in all this at bats. I still haven't forgave him for his two run blunder last night that cost the Brewers the game. It's tough love. That's all there is to it.
Holy balls! The half inning has FINALLY ended. 11-1 San Francisco in the 4th. Wow.
What the heck Zimbrick? What's with the slow, almost seductive sounding jingle now? I hope that's only a one time deal.
Woohoo! Craigy is batting right now. (I'm typing really, really slow tonight. I'm distracted by this terrible game) Annnnnd he flew out to second. Great. Still on the shit list Mister.
I should just stop now.
Hell must have froze over in the last hour and a half because I am rooting against the Brewers.
Ok, ok. So rooting against might be a bit much. But I'm not cheering for them. Maybe I am internally but out loud? Oh no. They are dead to me. This would only happen under certain, unique circumstances and amazingly enough the stars have aligned. It would only happen when they are facing the Giants. Check. It would be even more likely to happen when Tim Lincecum is pitching. Double Check. It would come if they were sucking. Triple Check.
So here I sit feeling like I'm committing treason and oh my god. The Giants just hit a grand slam. I....I can't get excited over that! Love affair or not come on Brewers! I want Lincecum to do good and he has. But in my mind he'd pitch seven strong, then the Brewers would nail the relief pitchers for runs to win.
I guess I'm a guilty cheater. I want the Giants to make me feel good since the Brewers haven't been able to but I can't get that excited feeling I get when the Brewers start to kick ass.
Still. While I'll be disappointed in a Brewers loss it'll be softened some by a Giants victory. I am quite happy though that both my favs are squaring up against each other and I don't mean the teams. Craigy is playing! I'd like to see a nice switch off of success between Lincecum and Counsell. One AB Counsell gets a hit or walk, the next AB Lincecum strikes him out. See, I think under normal circumstances I would want Counsell to do good in all this at bats. I still haven't forgave him for his two run blunder last night that cost the Brewers the game. It's tough love. That's all there is to it.
Holy balls! The half inning has FINALLY ended. 11-1 San Francisco in the 4th. Wow.
What the heck Zimbrick? What's with the slow, almost seductive sounding jingle now? I hope that's only a one time deal.
Woohoo! Craigy is batting right now. (I'm typing really, really slow tonight. I'm distracted by this terrible game) Annnnnd he flew out to second. Great. Still on the shit list Mister.
I should just stop now.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
I will follow you
I have to admit when I first joined twitter I didn't know what to expect. I thought I'd lose interest in it pretty quick since it lacks some of the nice qualities facebook has mainly it isn't quite as stalkerific as fbook.
But it grew on me, I found some fun people to follow and also some people I actually know.
And then about a month ago I found the mother load. The fake Brewers. And they are by far the best follows ever.
There's Ken Macha, Craig Counsell, Todd Coffey, Jeff Suppan-but who cares about him anymore, John Axford's mustache, Rick Peterson, Doug Melvin and a few more.
I don't follow them all but I follow a few. They are hilarious. They are vulgar. They are mean to each other. It is awesome! The people who come up with the shit that they say are geniuses. They really are. It isn't brilliant things they're saying by any means. It's just some really good stuff. You just have to check it out for yourself to fully understand it.
In other news, holy severe weather the other day Batman! We were sandwiched between all the tornado warnings. It was pretty cool. Too bad my storm chasing crew couldn't get together and we have yet to build our Dorothy which we're calling Dorthy because apparently none of us can spell. It was our chance and we missed it. Sad.
omg. It is painful to watch Drew Olson as the sideline reporter for FS Wisconsin. Aye. Just stop sir before you hurt yourself.
The on field instructionals are always better when they play the Twins. The Twins broadcasters and the Brewers broadcasters give each other crap. That being said they need some new material. How many times are pick off moves going to be the topic?
Ok. Well this post is quite unfocused and all over the place so I'm just going to stop.
Nos Vemos!
But it grew on me, I found some fun people to follow and also some people I actually know.
And then about a month ago I found the mother load. The fake Brewers. And they are by far the best follows ever.
There's Ken Macha, Craig Counsell, Todd Coffey, Jeff Suppan-but who cares about him anymore, John Axford's mustache, Rick Peterson, Doug Melvin and a few more.
I don't follow them all but I follow a few. They are hilarious. They are vulgar. They are mean to each other. It is awesome! The people who come up with the shit that they say are geniuses. They really are. It isn't brilliant things they're saying by any means. It's just some really good stuff. You just have to check it out for yourself to fully understand it.
In other news, holy severe weather the other day Batman! We were sandwiched between all the tornado warnings. It was pretty cool. Too bad my storm chasing crew couldn't get together and we have yet to build our Dorothy which we're calling Dorthy because apparently none of us can spell. It was our chance and we missed it. Sad.
omg. It is painful to watch Drew Olson as the sideline reporter for FS Wisconsin. Aye. Just stop sir before you hurt yourself.
The on field instructionals are always better when they play the Twins. The Twins broadcasters and the Brewers broadcasters give each other crap. That being said they need some new material. How many times are pick off moves going to be the topic?
Ok. Well this post is quite unfocused and all over the place so I'm just going to stop.
Nos Vemos!
Friday, June 18, 2010
Infiltration
That mother loving Rachael Ray has found yet another way into my life.
As if it isn't enough I have to see her face on magazines and dog food throughout the day (which ironically is how her food tastes...ok so I don't know for sure. I've never made one of her recipes). Not only must I power flip past the Food Network or NBC when her wicked shows are on, she's found her way into an unavoidable situation.
EVOO.
Yeah. EVOO. Her stupid ass extra virgin olive oil whimsical saying that just annoys the crap out of me since, well, it's her who came up with it, is now a shorthand for some olive oil at work. I don't remember which brand but after I scanned about two items after the oil I noticed, let's say, EP EVOO. Then I looked down to see what in the frack that could be and I spotted it. Olive oil. And then I screamed on the inside "Damn you Rachael Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!"
My goodness do I dislike her.
Oh come on FS Wisconsin! Technical difficulties?! AND OH MY GOD! Are you fracking kidding me?! I have no video of Ken Macha just getting booted from the game?! Are you SERIOUS! I am one unhappy customer right now! He has never been thrown out let alone got really pissed off. There better be replay. Full. Replay.
I am steamed now! I worked myself up into a lather just reliving the Rachael hate and now FS Wisconsin just screwed me big time. Oooh you bitch.
Another thing I don't like about Rachael? I don't like how she spells it. Yeah. I'm shallow enough to not like someone over how they spell their name.
Ahhh. Ok. I'm ok. I am. I'm just really pissed I missed Ken get thrown. I'm surprised at the pissed offness I have.
Oh. Now we get to see the game from the Rockies feed but with Wisconsin audio. Which doesn't line up so you hear the ball get caught and then three seconds later the pitcher throws it. Or as it was just the case the guy had a hit and we knew he was out by the talking heads before we saw it. Boo.
As if it isn't enough I have to see her face on magazines and dog food throughout the day (which ironically is how her food tastes...ok so I don't know for sure. I've never made one of her recipes). Not only must I power flip past the Food Network or NBC when her wicked shows are on, she's found her way into an unavoidable situation.
EVOO.
Yeah. EVOO. Her stupid ass extra virgin olive oil whimsical saying that just annoys the crap out of me since, well, it's her who came up with it, is now a shorthand for some olive oil at work. I don't remember which brand but after I scanned about two items after the oil I noticed, let's say, EP EVOO. Then I looked down to see what in the frack that could be and I spotted it. Olive oil. And then I screamed on the inside "Damn you Rachael Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!"
My goodness do I dislike her.
Oh come on FS Wisconsin! Technical difficulties?! AND OH MY GOD! Are you fracking kidding me?! I have no video of Ken Macha just getting booted from the game?! Are you SERIOUS! I am one unhappy customer right now! He has never been thrown out let alone got really pissed off. There better be replay. Full. Replay.
I am steamed now! I worked myself up into a lather just reliving the Rachael hate and now FS Wisconsin just screwed me big time. Oooh you bitch.
Another thing I don't like about Rachael? I don't like how she spells it. Yeah. I'm shallow enough to not like someone over how they spell their name.
Ahhh. Ok. I'm ok. I am. I'm just really pissed I missed Ken get thrown. I'm surprised at the pissed offness I have.
Oh. Now we get to see the game from the Rockies feed but with Wisconsin audio. Which doesn't line up so you hear the ball get caught and then three seconds later the pitcher throws it. Or as it was just the case the guy had a hit and we knew he was out by the talking heads before we saw it. Boo.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Depressed-erado
Man am I depressed.
No it's got nothing to do with how the Brewers are playing. Though hey you guys. Could you win a game that I'm at? Seriously. I'm 0-3. That is just wrong. You better shape up for the 28th.
And no it's got nothing to do with the rain. Which I think has made the grass grow four inches today.
It's got everything to do with finding a job. I'm trying. Shit. I am trying. And the lack of potential suitors is just depressing. I go to madison.com to search. I go to jsonline.com to search. I go to the Wisconsin Workforce Development site to search. I go to the journalism web site to search. I'm not looking for just journalism jobs. I never have just looked for journalism jobs. I've looked for media relations, PR, corporate communications. I've looked for things related to what I want to do. Slim pickings let me tell you. I'm not even limiting myself in location. But I do enjoy how I get...what's the word I'm looking for not bitched at...I get questioned in a negative way for looking at jobs in other markets that won't be as cheap to live in as Madison.(but psst. newsflash. Madison is not cheap to live in) Is it wise for me to be doing so? Um...hmm. Yes. I'm 23. I think this is the perfect time to move away if need be since it is only me I have to support. I can get my career started, get the experience I need and then move back to the area to settle down if I want. But apparently that's just tom foolery. Silly me.
Anyway. It is just so flipping depressing. And what adds to the depression is I'm start to loose my fire. I'm starting to get fed up, to think hey lifer at the store isn't all that bad. And that scares me. It does. I don't want to stop striving. I need chances. I would feel better about myself if I was applying to a handful of jobs a week not just one. It would make me feel like I was trying. But that's not the case. Some weeks are better then others but lately I've just been stuck in a rut. Blach.
You know what would fix this all? A man. I need to find a man with money. I'll live off him. Where's my baseball playing husband, God? Hmm? See. That's why you're no good for me. You don't give me the one thing I pray for.
Ugh. Back to trolling the job boards.
hey look at that! I already had a label for depression. Hmm. I wonder what for...oh what do you know. When the Brewers lost in the playoffs. That was a pretty depressing time.
No it's got nothing to do with how the Brewers are playing. Though hey you guys. Could you win a game that I'm at? Seriously. I'm 0-3. That is just wrong. You better shape up for the 28th.
And no it's got nothing to do with the rain. Which I think has made the grass grow four inches today.
It's got everything to do with finding a job. I'm trying. Shit. I am trying. And the lack of potential suitors is just depressing. I go to madison.com to search. I go to jsonline.com to search. I go to the Wisconsin Workforce Development site to search. I go to the journalism web site to search. I'm not looking for just journalism jobs. I never have just looked for journalism jobs. I've looked for media relations, PR, corporate communications. I've looked for things related to what I want to do. Slim pickings let me tell you. I'm not even limiting myself in location. But I do enjoy how I get...what's the word I'm looking for not bitched at...I get questioned in a negative way for looking at jobs in other markets that won't be as cheap to live in as Madison.(but psst. newsflash. Madison is not cheap to live in) Is it wise for me to be doing so? Um...hmm. Yes. I'm 23. I think this is the perfect time to move away if need be since it is only me I have to support. I can get my career started, get the experience I need and then move back to the area to settle down if I want. But apparently that's just tom foolery. Silly me.
Anyway. It is just so flipping depressing. And what adds to the depression is I'm start to loose my fire. I'm starting to get fed up, to think hey lifer at the store isn't all that bad. And that scares me. It does. I don't want to stop striving. I need chances. I would feel better about myself if I was applying to a handful of jobs a week not just one. It would make me feel like I was trying. But that's not the case. Some weeks are better then others but lately I've just been stuck in a rut. Blach.
You know what would fix this all? A man. I need to find a man with money. I'll live off him. Where's my baseball playing husband, God? Hmm? See. That's why you're no good for me. You don't give me the one thing I pray for.
Ugh. Back to trolling the job boards.
hey look at that! I already had a label for depression. Hmm. I wonder what for...oh what do you know. When the Brewers lost in the playoffs. That was a pretty depressing time.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Final AB's
I like a Brewers win regardless. It could be a 20 run blow out, it could be a one run game. It could be off of picture perfect baseball or sloppy play where luck was on their side. But what I like most is winning in walk off fashion.
I like the excitement of the bottom of the ninth. Or the tenth. Or the fourteenth. It's fun as long as they win. I don't like it when they lose in the bottom of the ninth especially if the opposing team took the lead in the top of the inning. I especially like it when my man is partially responsible for the win.
Do you know what that makes him? Hmm? Yes that's right:
Ok so Carlos Gomez had a bit to do with it as well but had Mr. Counsell not got the bunt down then Carlos would not have been able to get to third after deciding to swipe second. And had the Cubs first baseman been able to throw the ball to third instead of throwing it in the stands, he would have stayed there. But really. It was the bunt that got it going.
Oh and I hate blogger once again. I finally switched over to the new one or whatever and I hate doing pictures on it. Pisses me off. Should have stayed with the old.
I like the excitement of the bottom of the ninth. Or the tenth. Or the fourteenth. It's fun as long as they win. I don't like it when they lose in the bottom of the ninth especially if the opposing team took the lead in the top of the inning. I especially like it when my man is partially responsible for the win.
Do you know what that makes him? Hmm? Yes that's right:
Ok so Carlos Gomez had a bit to do with it as well but had Mr. Counsell not got the bunt down then Carlos would not have been able to get to third after deciding to swipe second. And had the Cubs first baseman been able to throw the ball to third instead of throwing it in the stands, he would have stayed there. But really. It was the bunt that got it going.
Oh and I hate blogger once again. I finally switched over to the new one or whatever and I hate doing pictures on it. Pisses me off. Should have stayed with the old.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Curb your enthusiasm
O to the M to the G.
The Brewers have done it. They've manned up, balled out. They cut Jeff Suppan!
I danced. I can't lie. I didn't do a jig but I did do a happy dance. Not only at home but also at work. Look, I'm sure Jeff is a nice guy and all but I don't feel bad. He couldn't throw the ball. As Tom Hanks said in "You've Got Mail" It's not personal, it's business.
On a different note, I was watching Addisyn today and I feel a little bad. I yelled at her for the first time. It wasn't really a real yelling but it was definitely a stern talkin' to. And it wasn't over her doing something like throwing her cup or getting into something. She threw a hissy fit. An unnecessary hissy fit. As she was laying on the floor on her back screaming I stood over her, told her to knock it off, she was fine, she had absolutely no reason to be crying and I wasn't going to take her 'tude. She stopped mid-lecture and gave me a look like "What the...this lady never yells at me! She's a push over! What is she doing?!" It was ok though. She gave me a kiss good bye when I left three minutes later so we're good.
And way to lose a game Brewers. At least they won't be swept by the Cubs.
The Brewers have done it. They've manned up, balled out. They cut Jeff Suppan!
Doug Melvin! Yous a dick! I'm in awe that they actually did it. They have to eat $10 million which in small market baseball is no easy feat especially since they ate Bill Halls salary last year. 
I danced. I can't lie. I didn't do a jig but I did do a happy dance. Not only at home but also at work. Look, I'm sure Jeff is a nice guy and all but I don't feel bad. He couldn't throw the ball. As Tom Hanks said in "You've Got Mail" It's not personal, it's business.
On a different note, I was watching Addisyn today and I feel a little bad. I yelled at her for the first time. It wasn't really a real yelling but it was definitely a stern talkin' to. And it wasn't over her doing something like throwing her cup or getting into something. She threw a hissy fit. An unnecessary hissy fit. As she was laying on the floor on her back screaming I stood over her, told her to knock it off, she was fine, she had absolutely no reason to be crying and I wasn't going to take her 'tude. She stopped mid-lecture and gave me a look like "What the...this lady never yells at me! She's a push over! What is she doing?!" It was ok though. She gave me a kiss good bye when I left three minutes later so we're good.
And way to lose a game Brewers. At least they won't be swept by the Cubs.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
(Im)Perfect
Way to blow a game ump.
Now, normally I don't get to hot and bothered over other MLB teams out side of Milwaukee and San Francisco but the call in Detroit last night was just utterly ridiculous. Had I not seen it live-I was flipping between the Brewers game and MLB TV to see it-I might not have cared so much. But I did watch it. And it was one of the worse calls ever. It wasn't even close. So the umpire that made the call earns the jerk stamp.
There has been a rash of craptastic calls by umpires lately. No good. No, no, no, no good.
In other news...well there really hasn't been much. We went up north for Memorial Day weekend which was fun. The weather was amazing but the water was still cold. But that didn't stop little Miss Thang from sitting in her floatie for a long time. She loved the water even though her feet were blue when she got out. She also enjoyed her life jacket a bit more this year. She only screamed bloody murder once and that's because she was super tired and need a nap. She was a little sweetie pie all weekend. Except when she kept AB and me awake for two hours in the middle of the night. See, she slept in our room because that's were the crib is and it's a pain in the ass to move. The first night she was fine but the second night she woke up and realized there were other people in the room and decided she wanted up. She was fine and went to sleep if you held her but the second you tried to lay her down she'd start to cry. So eventually I went and dumped her on her parents. The next night we covered the light from the clock so she couldn't see anyone and it worked. She was super giggly. She'd climb the stairs and then stick her foot through the railings on the landing thing and want someone to try and jump and get it. Then she'd giggle and scream like mad. She probably laughed harder when whoever missed. It was good. She was full of kisses and hugs which is always good. And she was into sharing her food with us. She's a polite little girl. She shares, says thank you and sometimes please.
And really Gulf oil spill people? Nuke the spill to close the leak? I can get behind explosives, just not nukes since they are, you know, nuclear weapons. Radiation is a nasty thing and I don't want my shrimp glowing neon green or have 27 legs. Ok I don't eat shrimp.
It's funny how many people get almost angry with us-the lowly cashiers- over the gas perks between the store and BP. Um yeah. Complain to corporate. You honest to god think we can change that? No. And if you don't want to use them that's no problem for me.
Right.
Keep on keepin' on.
There has been a rash of craptastic calls by umpires lately. No good. No, no, no, no good.
In other news...well there really hasn't been much. We went up north for Memorial Day weekend which was fun. The weather was amazing but the water was still cold. But that didn't stop little Miss Thang from sitting in her floatie for a long time. She loved the water even though her feet were blue when she got out. She also enjoyed her life jacket a bit more this year. She only screamed bloody murder once and that's because she was super tired and need a nap. She was a little sweetie pie all weekend. Except when she kept AB and me awake for two hours in the middle of the night. See, she slept in our room because that's were the crib is and it's a pain in the ass to move. The first night she was fine but the second night she woke up and realized there were other people in the room and decided she wanted up. She was fine and went to sleep if you held her but the second you tried to lay her down she'd start to cry. So eventually I went and dumped her on her parents. The next night we covered the light from the clock so she couldn't see anyone and it worked. She was super giggly. She'd climb the stairs and then stick her foot through the railings on the landing thing and want someone to try and jump and get it. Then she'd giggle and scream like mad. She probably laughed harder when whoever missed. It was good. She was full of kisses and hugs which is always good. And she was into sharing her food with us. She's a polite little girl. She shares, says thank you and sometimes please.
And really Gulf oil spill people? Nuke the spill to close the leak? I can get behind explosives, just not nukes since they are, you know, nuclear weapons. Radiation is a nasty thing and I don't want my shrimp glowing neon green or have 27 legs. Ok I don't eat shrimp.
It's funny how many people get almost angry with us-the lowly cashiers- over the gas perks between the store and BP. Um yeah. Complain to corporate. You honest to god think we can change that? No. And if you don't want to use them that's no problem for me.
Right.
Keep on keepin' on.
Friday, May 21, 2010
An Open Letter
Dear Milwaukee Brewers,
I don't know how to say this but I think we're over.
Look, it's been an amazing run. It has. You've treated me well most of the time. We've had our laughs and we've had our cries. There's been some monumental celebrations in our time together. Now there's just monumental heartbreak.
I know because I love you I should give you a second chance, hang with you through thick and thin but it's just so hard. It really is. You guys are just terrible. It would be different if I could point a finger at the one to blame but I can't. If it's not the starting pitching, it's the relievers. The bats are hot one day and cold the next. I can't blame Ken Macha, he's just been doing his job. Could he change the batting order? Not stick with the pitchers as long? Maybe but in reality this isn't a managerial issue. Can I blame Doug Melvin since after all this is the team he put together? More then I can blame Macha but who would have thought two solid pitchers-Randy Wolf and Doug Davis- would end up being two of the worse? And then there's the Trevor issue. The man cannot throw anymore. Would anyone have expected that? No. Did they give him the ball in the ninth a few too many times? Yes but they didn't have any other options.
So as you can see Escobar, Braun, Fielder, Counsell, Hart, McGehee, Weeks, Gomez, Edmonds, Zaun, Inglett, Kottaras, Gerut and all you pitchers who aren't worth naming, why I'm feeling like we need to call it quits. Why you've become toxic. You make me angry. You make me depressed. You make me want to scream but most importantly you don't make me happy. And that's not good.
Ok who am I kidding? I'm not going to call it quits on you. I won't. I love you too much for that. It's just frustrating and like that kid in Fever Pitch asked of Jimmy Fallon, have you ever loved me back? And the answer is not lately.
I'd like that to change.
H & K's!
Katie
PS-I've been having a love affair with the San Francisco Giants for about a year now. I'm sorry this is the way to tell you but at this point, you don't deserve better.
I don't know how to say this but I think we're over.
Look, it's been an amazing run. It has. You've treated me well most of the time. We've had our laughs and we've had our cries. There's been some monumental celebrations in our time together. Now there's just monumental heartbreak.
I know because I love you I should give you a second chance, hang with you through thick and thin but it's just so hard. It really is. You guys are just terrible. It would be different if I could point a finger at the one to blame but I can't. If it's not the starting pitching, it's the relievers. The bats are hot one day and cold the next. I can't blame Ken Macha, he's just been doing his job. Could he change the batting order? Not stick with the pitchers as long? Maybe but in reality this isn't a managerial issue. Can I blame Doug Melvin since after all this is the team he put together? More then I can blame Macha but who would have thought two solid pitchers-Randy Wolf and Doug Davis- would end up being two of the worse? And then there's the Trevor issue. The man cannot throw anymore. Would anyone have expected that? No. Did they give him the ball in the ninth a few too many times? Yes but they didn't have any other options.
So as you can see Escobar, Braun, Fielder, Counsell, Hart, McGehee, Weeks, Gomez, Edmonds, Zaun, Inglett, Kottaras, Gerut and all you pitchers who aren't worth naming, why I'm feeling like we need to call it quits. Why you've become toxic. You make me angry. You make me depressed. You make me want to scream but most importantly you don't make me happy. And that's not good.
Ok who am I kidding? I'm not going to call it quits on you. I won't. I love you too much for that. It's just frustrating and like that kid in Fever Pitch asked of Jimmy Fallon, have you ever loved me back? And the answer is not lately.
I'd like that to change.
H & K's!
Katie
PS-I've been having a love affair with the San Francisco Giants for about a year now. I'm sorry this is the way to tell you but at this point, you don't deserve better.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Read these
No. That's not a suggestion, that's a command.
Read them.
Do it.
First it's the Chicken Runs at Midnight story which is touching.
And then this old yet still funny thing about Craig Counsell's age/young looks.
Read.... NOW
Ok I found another to read.
Read them.
Do it.
First it's the Chicken Runs at Midnight story which is touching.
And then this old yet still funny thing about Craig Counsell's age/young looks.
Read.... NOW
Ok I found another to read.
Terrible
So the Brewers suck. And they suck hard. Is it mean of me to say so? No. Why? Because I love them. And if you can't be brutally honest with the people you love then who can you be it to?
What the relief pitchers are thinking:
And don't think the offense is off the hook either. I mean, they don't suck nearly as much as the bullpen but they could do better.
It's horrible. What the frack is wrong with Trevor Hoffman. I'm almost regretting getting mobile updates now. I have a feeling my phone might meet a wall and then its demise soon after if he keeps blowing saves.
What the relief pitchers are thinking:
And don't think the offense is off the hook either. I mean, they don't suck nearly as much as the bullpen but they could do better.
It's horrible. What the frack is wrong with Trevor Hoffman. I'm almost regretting getting mobile updates now. I have a feeling my phone might meet a wall and then its demise soon after if he keeps blowing saves.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Reflection
So here I sit a year later with nothing to show for myself.
It's been almost a year since I graduated college. If you asked me a year ago what I thought I'd be doing at this time sitting in my parent's kitchen waiting for a Lean Cuisine to nuke while listening to my iPod on shuffle contemplating what to do with my days since I'm only employed part time at the craptastic grocery store would not be it. No sir.
But here I sit. And to add to this already painful situation my neighbor has decided to walk around without his shirt on and he's old-ish. Thanks for that.
I know I'm not the only one in this fantastic situation. Five years ago when I started school who would have thought four years later the American economy would be so terrible? And of course I went to school for journalism which if you haven't noticed the newspaper industry, economy or not, is not in good shape.
Aren't I one lucky fool. Had I know prior to my senior year that newspapers were in fact barely able to keep their heads above water I honestly might have thought of picking a different major or a different second major then political freaking science to make myself a little bit more employable. But I didn't. Thanks for that Whitewater. Also thanks for deciding to modernize your journalism program to be more new media and technology focused the year AFTER I graduate. Well done. Can I get a rebate or perhaps a handful of free classes to make up for that?
Sometime I wonder how valuable my degree is. I graduated in four years with a double major cum laude. On top of that I got a grant to do undergraduate research and then present it at a national conference. What in the hell good has that done for me? Nothing besides looking cool on paper. I don't even know where my degree is. No seriously. I don't. I can't find my diploma. It was on the piano for a while then it was on a shelf and now I don't have a clue where I put it. I hope someone knows where it is. That's got to be the most expensive piece of paper around.
Ok so lets move away from this little sob fest I'm putting together and look at some of the good of the past year. Yeah alright so in June it'll be a year since I've started to write for the local weeklies. Alright that's good. I don't care what others might think I'm considering that a year of experience, damnit! I've learned to do a ton of different things. Features about old people? Check. Sports? Check. Photojournalism? Check. Layout? Half a check. And of course there was the eight months as a city reporter! I've def. padded the resume some.
It's just in the grand scheme of things I feel insignificant. I do. That no matter how much I'm trying or whatever it doesn't matter. I'm quite honestly sick of the comments of me not working full time or living at home still. Excuse me but if you add it all together-grocery store and writing- I put in a forty hour week. It might not pack a mean punch, it might not be traditional but it is what it is. Could I be looking a bit harder for a job? Probably. But I don't go three days without checking the job boards on madison.com, jsonline or the journalism web site looking for jobs. I am not ready to settle for a job I don't want. I'm doing that five days a week when I go to the store.
I'm still young alright? I'm 23. Why in the hell do I have to start hating my life already? That's what will happen if I get pressured into working at a bank or something. Believe me some time the day will come when it reaches the catalysis of not being able to bear living at home any more with some of the bullshit that goes with it. (yeah mom. If you found the address to this blog, congrats. you wanted to read it so bad) If I have to live off the state then in order to keep my sanity then I will. I hope to whatever's holy that never happens but if it gets to that point then I don't know what else to do. At this point I refuse to find a job I know I'm going to hate. I don't want to be a cranky SOB that nobody wants to be around because of it. It's no fun to be on the other side of that.
So there's that.
It's been almost a year since I graduated college. If you asked me a year ago what I thought I'd be doing at this time sitting in my parent's kitchen waiting for a Lean Cuisine to nuke while listening to my iPod on shuffle contemplating what to do with my days since I'm only employed part time at the craptastic grocery store would not be it. No sir.
But here I sit. And to add to this already painful situation my neighbor has decided to walk around without his shirt on and he's old-ish. Thanks for that.
I know I'm not the only one in this fantastic situation. Five years ago when I started school who would have thought four years later the American economy would be so terrible? And of course I went to school for journalism which if you haven't noticed the newspaper industry, economy or not, is not in good shape.
Aren't I one lucky fool. Had I know prior to my senior year that newspapers were in fact barely able to keep their heads above water I honestly might have thought of picking a different major or a different second major then political freaking science to make myself a little bit more employable. But I didn't. Thanks for that Whitewater. Also thanks for deciding to modernize your journalism program to be more new media and technology focused the year AFTER I graduate. Well done. Can I get a rebate or perhaps a handful of free classes to make up for that?
Sometime I wonder how valuable my degree is. I graduated in four years with a double major cum laude. On top of that I got a grant to do undergraduate research and then present it at a national conference. What in the hell good has that done for me? Nothing besides looking cool on paper. I don't even know where my degree is. No seriously. I don't. I can't find my diploma. It was on the piano for a while then it was on a shelf and now I don't have a clue where I put it. I hope someone knows where it is. That's got to be the most expensive piece of paper around.
Ok so lets move away from this little sob fest I'm putting together and look at some of the good of the past year. Yeah alright so in June it'll be a year since I've started to write for the local weeklies. Alright that's good. I don't care what others might think I'm considering that a year of experience, damnit! I've learned to do a ton of different things. Features about old people? Check. Sports? Check. Photojournalism? Check. Layout? Half a check. And of course there was the eight months as a city reporter! I've def. padded the resume some.
It's just in the grand scheme of things I feel insignificant. I do. That no matter how much I'm trying or whatever it doesn't matter. I'm quite honestly sick of the comments of me not working full time or living at home still. Excuse me but if you add it all together-grocery store and writing- I put in a forty hour week. It might not pack a mean punch, it might not be traditional but it is what it is. Could I be looking a bit harder for a job? Probably. But I don't go three days without checking the job boards on madison.com, jsonline or the journalism web site looking for jobs. I am not ready to settle for a job I don't want. I'm doing that five days a week when I go to the store.
I'm still young alright? I'm 23. Why in the hell do I have to start hating my life already? That's what will happen if I get pressured into working at a bank or something. Believe me some time the day will come when it reaches the catalysis of not being able to bear living at home any more with some of the bullshit that goes with it. (yeah mom. If you found the address to this blog, congrats. you wanted to read it so bad) If I have to live off the state then in order to keep my sanity then I will. I hope to whatever's holy that never happens but if it gets to that point then I don't know what else to do. At this point I refuse to find a job I know I'm going to hate. I don't want to be a cranky SOB that nobody wants to be around because of it. It's no fun to be on the other side of that.
So there's that.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
An Ode to the Olfactory
I like to smell.
No, not me personally. I like to smell things. I think it's my favorite sense behind seeing and hearing.
I'm like Gus from Psych. I've got a super sniffer. Or so I like to think. Anyway, what's the point? The point is I've been thinking about scents that remind me of people/places/things and thought hey now why not write some of this shit on down? So here it is.
Vanilla hand lotion-It reminds me of second semester freshmen year of college. Why? I'm not entirely sure. I think I must have used it a lot then or something. But every time I smell it I think of sitting at my desk in my dorm room.
Bounce dryer sheets-Once again college. Why? I'd use them to freshen things up a bit. You know how stale dorm rooms can get. I'd put one in the trash when it started to get ripe instead of doing something crazy like take it out. Plus I kept them in a drawer with my towels so every time I had to get a towel or wash cloth or something I'd open it on up and smell that lovely smell. Then when we moved into an apartment it was the same deal. Put a few in the trash to spritz it up some.
Ginger creams- The smell of those suckers makes me think of my Grandma S. There's also a certain smell of their house that I can't describe but can recognize in a nano second.
Cigarettes, coffee and cats- My other grandma. It might seem like an unpleasant combination or just unpleasant but it wasn't.
Cardboard and rotisserie chicken- The grocery store.
Dishwasher soap, roast and cookies-Ah the smell of home! Ok so I don't really know what home smells like since I live here but those three things I know makes me think of it. Even when I was in school I'd come home after a month and not be able to pick up on its scent.
Lighter fluid- The parking lots at Miller Park. I smell that and am instantly sent tailgating in my mind.
Pencils and paper- Smells like writing! It does. Take a whiff of a number two (oh that could mean poo...but that's not the number two I'm talking about) and it'll smell like taking notes.
Gum- Smells like my car. Doesn't matter what flavor. My car smells like whatever gum I leave in there. And newsprint.
Dreft laundry soap- Little Miss Thang. She also smells like her bath soap but I don't know wtf it is. She's got the baby scent!
I'm sure there are more but now that I have decided to sit down and write it I can't remember them all. Dang. I hate it when that happens.
No, not me personally. I like to smell things. I think it's my favorite sense behind seeing and hearing.
I'm like Gus from Psych. I've got a super sniffer. Or so I like to think. Anyway, what's the point? The point is I've been thinking about scents that remind me of people/places/things and thought hey now why not write some of this shit on down? So here it is.
Vanilla hand lotion-It reminds me of second semester freshmen year of college. Why? I'm not entirely sure. I think I must have used it a lot then or something. But every time I smell it I think of sitting at my desk in my dorm room.
Bounce dryer sheets-Once again college. Why? I'd use them to freshen things up a bit. You know how stale dorm rooms can get. I'd put one in the trash when it started to get ripe instead of doing something crazy like take it out. Plus I kept them in a drawer with my towels so every time I had to get a towel or wash cloth or something I'd open it on up and smell that lovely smell. Then when we moved into an apartment it was the same deal. Put a few in the trash to spritz it up some.
Ginger creams- The smell of those suckers makes me think of my Grandma S. There's also a certain smell of their house that I can't describe but can recognize in a nano second.
Cigarettes, coffee and cats- My other grandma. It might seem like an unpleasant combination or just unpleasant but it wasn't.
Cardboard and rotisserie chicken- The grocery store.
Dishwasher soap, roast and cookies-Ah the smell of home! Ok so I don't really know what home smells like since I live here but those three things I know makes me think of it. Even when I was in school I'd come home after a month and not be able to pick up on its scent.
Lighter fluid- The parking lots at Miller Park. I smell that and am instantly sent tailgating in my mind.
Pencils and paper- Smells like writing! It does. Take a whiff of a number two (oh that could mean poo...but that's not the number two I'm talking about) and it'll smell like taking notes.
Gum- Smells like my car. Doesn't matter what flavor. My car smells like whatever gum I leave in there. And newsprint.
Dreft laundry soap- Little Miss Thang. She also smells like her bath soap but I don't know wtf it is. She's got the baby scent!
I'm sure there are more but now that I have decided to sit down and write it I can't remember them all. Dang. I hate it when that happens.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
I'd be angry too
I think I've figured out why Milton Bradley, the baseball player with a bad attitude and general angry demeanor, is the way he is. His parents named him Milton Bradley. How much crap did he get from people about being named after a board game company?
For reals! That's all I can think of when I hear his name. Just think off all the possibilities for making fun of him!
Kid-Hey, hey Milton! Why are you fidgeting so much? Got Ants in the Pants?
Kid-Hey Milton! (holds up a picture) Who's this?
Milton-Uh I don't know.
Kid-Guess!
M-I don't have a clue!
K-GUESS!
M-You want me to guess who that is?
K-Ahaha! Hey guys! I got him to say it! Guess Who!
Milton's concentrating on something
Kid-Oooh don't mess up!
M-I won't.
K-Don't...don't mess up!
M-Stop it, man. (messes up) Now look what you made me do!
K-Ahahaha! JENGA!!!
After seeing some kids do something bad.
Kid1- You didn't see this Milton.
M-No, I...I didn't.
Kid2-Dang right you didn't.
M-Don't worry guys! I won't say a word!
Kid1-You better not.
Kid2-Yeah. Don't Spill the Beans!
M-....duuuudes!
After a game, giving an interview
Milton- Hand's Down it was my best-
Reporter-(breaks out laughing) Hahaha!
M-Shut the hell up you little punk!
R-(runs for his life)
After game again
Milton-Yeah you know it was a good name. I was able to get a few hits.
Same Reporter-Four hits. Would you say it was easy to connect with the ball tonight.
M-Well yeah. I connected four times-wait you little bastard!
R-(runs away) Hahahahaha! Guys, I did it! Connect Four!
Reporter 2-Your just a Barrel of Monkey's, John. (turns to R3) Did you, did you see what I just did there?
Reporter 3-...barrel of...Ooooh! I get it!
Oh I could go on. I really could. But I won't. This is why parents need to think a name through. Things like the name Milton Bradley could be avoided. Though tough luck for the Parker brothers, they're screwed regardless.
For reals! That's all I can think of when I hear his name. Just think off all the possibilities for making fun of him!
Kid-Hey, hey Milton! Why are you fidgeting so much? Got Ants in the Pants?
Kid-Hey Milton! (holds up a picture) Who's this?
Milton-Uh I don't know.
Kid-Guess!
M-I don't have a clue!
K-GUESS!
M-You want me to guess who that is?
K-Ahaha! Hey guys! I got him to say it! Guess Who!
Milton's concentrating on something
Kid-Oooh don't mess up!
M-I won't.
K-Don't...don't mess up!
M-Stop it, man. (messes up) Now look what you made me do!
K-Ahahaha! JENGA!!!
After seeing some kids do something bad.
Kid1- You didn't see this Milton.
M-No, I...I didn't.
Kid2-Dang right you didn't.
M-Don't worry guys! I won't say a word!
Kid1-You better not.
Kid2-Yeah. Don't Spill the Beans!
M-....duuuudes!
After a game, giving an interview
Milton- Hand's Down it was my best-
Reporter-(breaks out laughing) Hahaha!
M-Shut the hell up you little punk!
R-(runs for his life)
After game again
Milton-Yeah you know it was a good name. I was able to get a few hits.
Same Reporter-Four hits. Would you say it was easy to connect with the ball tonight.
M-Well yeah. I connected four times-wait you little bastard!
R-(runs away) Hahahahaha! Guys, I did it! Connect Four!
Reporter 2-Your just a Barrel of Monkey's, John. (turns to R3) Did you, did you see what I just did there?
Reporter 3-...barrel of...Ooooh! I get it!
Oh I could go on. I really could. But I won't. This is why parents need to think a name through. Things like the name Milton Bradley could be avoided. Though tough luck for the Parker brothers, they're screwed regardless.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Try these
Here are some things for Trevor to blow instead of saves:
That's just the tip of the iceberg baby.
That's just the tip of the iceberg baby.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Two Time Winner
O to the M to the G. We have our very first two time winner of the Jerk Stamp!
Ladies and Gentelmen, I give you Mr. Trevor Hoffman!
Why? YOU KNOW WHY! Way to blow not one but two, two! more saves! You are a jerk!
And even among all the piss poor baseball that's been going on we've got a stud. Oh, yes we do.
The one and only Bob Uecker. The best of luck to you kind sir as you head into heart surgery tomorrow. I look forward to hearing you call games once again in a few months while I'm sitting in my car on my break.
And speaking of studs! I would be remiss if I didn't share this dandy of another Brewers legend.
Yes that is none other then Robin Yount. He's flashing some radio hosts. Why? I'm not sure, something to do with strippers, but it's funny.
I should find a picture of a current Brewer showing some skin, then I'd have eye delights for all ages! We've got your geriatric crowd with Bob (he's 75...!!!), the baby boomers with Robin and then generation X or Y or whatever the hell it is for the rest of us! Perhaps some other day I will find one and post. Oh, the modern miracles of the internet. I've got one of JJ Hardy but since he's no longer a Brewer he doesn't count. ...He's looking at me right now while wearing a swim suit. ...How you doin'? Oh that's right! I've already posted it!
Hey what do you know! The Brewers are losing! Come on guys. Get your shit together.
Ladies and Gentelmen, I give you Mr. Trevor Hoffman!
Why? YOU KNOW WHY! Way to blow not one but two, two! more saves! You are a jerk!
And even among all the piss poor baseball that's been going on we've got a stud. Oh, yes we do.
The one and only Bob Uecker. The best of luck to you kind sir as you head into heart surgery tomorrow. I look forward to hearing you call games once again in a few months while I'm sitting in my car on my break.
And speaking of studs! I would be remiss if I didn't share this dandy of another Brewers legend.
Yes that is none other then Robin Yount. He's flashing some radio hosts. Why? I'm not sure, something to do with strippers, but it's funny.
I should find a picture of a current Brewer showing some skin, then I'd have eye delights for all ages! We've got your geriatric crowd with Bob (he's 75...!!!), the baby boomers with Robin and then generation X or Y or whatever the hell it is for the rest of us! Perhaps some other day I will find one and post. Oh, the modern miracles of the internet. I've got one of JJ Hardy but since he's no longer a Brewer he doesn't count. ...He's looking at me right now while wearing a swim suit. ...How you doin'? Oh that's right! I've already posted it!
Hey what do you know! The Brewers are losing! Come on guys. Get your shit together.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Welcome to the 'pen.
Jeff Suppan has been sent out to pasture.
Ok he's been sent to the bulllpen. But I can dream can't I?
Here's how I imagine how it went in the bullpen when Jeff went there to sit during the game yesterday.
Jeff- (walks in) Hey guys! (grumbles of hellos, goes to sit by Manny Parra)
Manny-Seat's taken.
Jeff-Excuse me?
Manny-Seat's taken. (slides over)
Jeff-O...k. (walks, tries to sit by Todd Coffey)
Todd-Taken.
Jeff-What the..! Why?! Why are these seat's taken? I'm the last guy to get here!
Todd-We're a superstitious bunch.
Jeff-Meaning?
Todd-Meaning we don't want your current, uh, situation to rub off on us.
Jeff- It was two starts! Two! How can you judge me on that?! (Manny and Todd avoid eye contact, Jeff sighs) Fine. Who am I supposed to sit by then? (Manny nods down the bench, Trevor Hoffman and LaTroy Hawkins wave happily at him, Jeff walks down, sits)
Trevor-OMG Jeff! Hi!
Jeff- (taken back) Wow hi.
Trevor-Welcome to the 'pen!!!!! It's so much fun out here! We get to sit around and watch the game.
Jeff- I did that when I was a starter.
LaTroy-(snarky) Maybe that's why you were sent out here...
Jeff-Hey! I meant four out of five days that's what I'd do.
Trevor- That's not the same. This is a way cooler gig. Plus we don't have to hang around all those position players. (Carlos Villanueva appears out of nowhere)
Carlos- TELL ME WHAT IT'S LIKE!
Jeff- Tell you what what's like?
Carlos-BEING A STARTER!
Jeff-Why are you yelling?
Carlos-TELL ME!
Jeff-Carlos, you were a starter once.
Carlos-...(looks around) CLADIO! (Cladio Vargas looks over. Get's up and runs away) CLADIO! (disappears)
Jeff-What in the...
Trevor-Naw, he's cool man.
Seth McClung- Hey man. Don't sweat it. The bullpen isn't that bad.
Jeff- WTF. You're not even on the team any more!
Seth-Shhhh. (looks around) They think I'm Todd Coffey.
Jeff-But he's sitting right there. (points)
Seth-But if I sit over here no one notices.
Jeff- ... I have got to get out of here.
Carlos-(reappears, in Jeff's ear) Good luck man.
Jeff-What the...
Ok so that really wasn't that entertaining. Meh.
Ok he's been sent to the bulllpen. But I can dream can't I?
Here's how I imagine how it went in the bullpen when Jeff went there to sit during the game yesterday.
Jeff- (walks in) Hey guys! (grumbles of hellos, goes to sit by Manny Parra)
Manny-Seat's taken.
Jeff-Excuse me?
Manny-Seat's taken. (slides over)
Jeff-O...k. (walks, tries to sit by Todd Coffey)
Todd-Taken.
Jeff-What the..! Why?! Why are these seat's taken? I'm the last guy to get here!
Todd-We're a superstitious bunch.
Jeff-Meaning?
Todd-Meaning we don't want your current, uh, situation to rub off on us.
Jeff- It was two starts! Two! How can you judge me on that?! (Manny and Todd avoid eye contact, Jeff sighs) Fine. Who am I supposed to sit by then? (Manny nods down the bench, Trevor Hoffman and LaTroy Hawkins wave happily at him, Jeff walks down, sits)
Trevor-OMG Jeff! Hi!
Jeff- (taken back) Wow hi.
Trevor-Welcome to the 'pen!!!!! It's so much fun out here! We get to sit around and watch the game.
Jeff- I did that when I was a starter.
LaTroy-(snarky) Maybe that's why you were sent out here...
Jeff-Hey! I meant four out of five days that's what I'd do.
Trevor- That's not the same. This is a way cooler gig. Plus we don't have to hang around all those position players. (Carlos Villanueva appears out of nowhere)
Carlos- TELL ME WHAT IT'S LIKE!
Jeff- Tell you what what's like?
Carlos-BEING A STARTER!
Jeff-Why are you yelling?
Carlos-TELL ME!
Jeff-Carlos, you were a starter once.
Carlos-...(looks around) CLADIO! (Cladio Vargas looks over. Get's up and runs away) CLADIO! (disappears)
Jeff-What in the...
Trevor-Naw, he's cool man.
Seth McClung- Hey man. Don't sweat it. The bullpen isn't that bad.
Jeff- WTF. You're not even on the team any more!
Seth-Shhhh. (looks around) They think I'm Todd Coffey.
Jeff-But he's sitting right there. (points)
Seth-But if I sit over here no one notices.
Jeff- ... I have got to get out of here.
Carlos-(reappears, in Jeff's ear) Good luck man.
Jeff-What the...
Ok so that really wasn't that entertaining. Meh.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Unbiased
I don't ever want to be accused of being bias towards the Brewers and/or my favorite player. So (Ok that's a total lie. I'm biased to the Brewers.) But last night Craig Counsell made a bit of a blunder on the basepathes that stopped what might have been a bit of a glimmering hope for the Crew. So today, he sucks for that.
I'm sorry. It's called tough love, deal with it. Though snaps to him on producing the only run of the game! See he did something good and then he did something bad, got thrown out easily at third for the last out of the inning. That's a big ol' no-no according to Rock. And I believe what Rock says when it comes to baseball.
Now for something completely unrelated...I know right? Something not Brewers related? Shocking!
Anyway, I was chillin' with Addisyn for a little bit the other day and I love that the girl is smart! I know babies are a whole heck of a lot smarter then we give them credit for but to actually see it is fun. You say bye bye! and she starts to wave. She found a hair tie the other day and what did she do? She started to pull at her hair like "hey you! Yeah you! I know where that goes! It goes right here!" You give her a phone she puts it up to her ear and starts to babble. Though she always puts it up there backwards... I was sitting on the floor and picked up her shoes and put them on my feet-well my toe- she took it off my toe, sat down handed it to me and held up her leg wanting me to put it on her. It's just so damn cute!
She says thank you when it's appropriate. You have something she wants she'll hold out her hand, you give it to her and it's "tant too!" Such a polite little girl! I love the palms up shrug she does when you ask her a question like "Addisyn! Where is the puppy?" She looks at you and shrugs. She had Tyler's hat while I was holding her so she tried to put it on my head. She'll give you a hug and a kiss if you ask for it which is perhaps the best thing of all. Though it looks like she's trying to bite your face off when she gives you a kiss but it's alright. I don't know what her filter is but to some people if you ask for a kiss she'll put her cheek out for that person to kiss and for another she'll give one to.
She's just so ridiculously adorable at times it hurts.
I'm sorry. It's called tough love, deal with it. Though snaps to him on producing the only run of the game! See he did something good and then he did something bad, got thrown out easily at third for the last out of the inning. That's a big ol' no-no according to Rock. And I believe what Rock says when it comes to baseball.
Now for something completely unrelated...I know right? Something not Brewers related? Shocking!
Anyway, I was chillin' with Addisyn for a little bit the other day and I love that the girl is smart! I know babies are a whole heck of a lot smarter then we give them credit for but to actually see it is fun. You say bye bye! and she starts to wave. She found a hair tie the other day and what did she do? She started to pull at her hair like "hey you! Yeah you! I know where that goes! It goes right here!" You give her a phone she puts it up to her ear and starts to babble. Though she always puts it up there backwards... I was sitting on the floor and picked up her shoes and put them on my feet-well my toe- she took it off my toe, sat down handed it to me and held up her leg wanting me to put it on her. It's just so damn cute!
She says thank you when it's appropriate. You have something she wants she'll hold out her hand, you give it to her and it's "tant too!" Such a polite little girl! I love the palms up shrug she does when you ask her a question like "Addisyn! Where is the puppy?" She looks at you and shrugs. She had Tyler's hat while I was holding her so she tried to put it on my head. She'll give you a hug and a kiss if you ask for it which is perhaps the best thing of all. Though it looks like she's trying to bite your face off when she gives you a kiss but it's alright. I don't know what her filter is but to some people if you ask for a kiss she'll put her cheek out for that person to kiss and for another she'll give one to.
She's just so ridiculously adorable at times it hurts.
Friday, April 23, 2010
There's bad and then there's Jeff Suppan.
The game isn't even over but yes Jeff Suppan, you have earned the Jerk Stamp.
Put your thumb down you goon! I wish I could be guaranteed a ton of money and then suck and be like "haha! Screw you! You're stuck with me now, suckas!"
But let's not forget the good. The Brewers offense was superb the last three days...until now. Ugh. But let's celebrate the past by awarding the Stud Stamp to the offense!
Oh you boys. You suck, then I hate you. Your good and then I love you. What an emotional roller coaster you put me on!
Geez.
Oh and here's just a hilarious picture of Tim Lincecum from the Giants.
If I lived anywhere near San Francisco or had the money to up and go, I would've went to this game. A Giants Snuggie! Bad. Ass.
Put your thumb down you goon! I wish I could be guaranteed a ton of money and then suck and be like "haha! Screw you! You're stuck with me now, suckas!"
But let's not forget the good. The Brewers offense was superb the last three days...until now. Ugh. But let's celebrate the past by awarding the Stud Stamp to the offense!
Oh you boys. You suck, then I hate you. Your good and then I love you. What an emotional roller coaster you put me on!
Geez.
Oh and here's just a hilarious picture of Tim Lincecum from the Giants.
If I lived anywhere near San Francisco or had the money to up and go, I would've went to this game. A Giants Snuggie! Bad. Ass.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Stud!
So I got to thinking. I should really have a positive stamp for when the Brewers do good. And so I made one. Welcome the Stud Stamp to my dangerous repertoire.
OK so in all honesty I'm not a fan of the word stud. It makes me think of "Saved by the Bell" way to much. But I couldn't come up with a better word. I thought sexy, hot stuff, and things like that but it didn't really work. So reluctantly I went with stud.
And say hello to the recent recipients of the very non-prestigious stud stamp award!
In this corner we have the wispy Whitefish Bay native Craig Counsell for hitting a grand slam on Sunday!
And in the other corner we have the lumberjack in the offseason, David Bush! Who's pitching last night finally made the Brewers starting rotation look like a major league squad!
And yes keen observer that is not a picture from last nights game. The one I found would just be cruel to post. He looked terrible. I think it should be outlawed to post pictures of pitchers mid toss. Their faces always look messed up.
There you have it! Keep your excitement at a minimum. It will be difficult to do.
OK so in all honesty I'm not a fan of the word stud. It makes me think of "Saved by the Bell" way to much. But I couldn't come up with a better word. I thought sexy, hot stuff, and things like that but it didn't really work. So reluctantly I went with stud.
And say hello to the recent recipients of the very non-prestigious stud stamp award!
In this corner we have the wispy Whitefish Bay native Craig Counsell for hitting a grand slam on Sunday!
And in the other corner we have the lumberjack in the offseason, David Bush! Who's pitching last night finally made the Brewers starting rotation look like a major league squad!
And yes keen observer that is not a picture from last nights game. The one I found would just be cruel to post. He looked terrible. I think it should be outlawed to post pictures of pitchers mid toss. Their faces always look messed up.There you have it! Keep your excitement at a minimum. It will be difficult to do.
Friday, April 16, 2010
A little late but...
Here are the Jerk of the Day award winners from Wednesday.
First we have Senor Ken Macha for not pulling LaTroy Hawkins in the 8th
And then Mr. Hawkins himself for giving up all those runs with two outs. Yeah. You're a jerk mister. A big ol Jerk.
And who notices the subtle change to the jerk stamp? Good.
First we have Senor Ken Macha for not pulling LaTroy Hawkins in the 8th
And then Mr. Hawkins himself for giving up all those runs with two outs. Yeah. You're a jerk mister. A big ol Jerk.
And who notices the subtle change to the jerk stamp? Good.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Ups and Downs
You know what the start of the Brewers season means?
Well yes lots of Brewers posts. No that's not going to change any.
It means you once again are lucky enough to be subjected to my sweet, sweet Photoshoped pictures.
Behold!
Why yes Trevor Hoffman! Your two blown saves already have earned you the Jerk of the Day Award!
Luckily Mr. McGehee was there to save the day.
And then today it was Doug Davis.
Contain your excitement! I know your super stoked to see that I've added the Jerk of the Day feature in addition to the jackass guy. I don't know why I decided on Jerk of the Day but let me tell you, that damn little stamp thing took me a while to make in Photoshop! It'll probably see some tweaking soon but I was getting frustrated by it.
Well yes lots of Brewers posts. No that's not going to change any.
It means you once again are lucky enough to be subjected to my sweet, sweet Photoshoped pictures.
Behold!
Why yes Trevor Hoffman! Your two blown saves already have earned you the Jerk of the Day Award!
Luckily Mr. McGehee was there to save the day.
And then today it was Doug Davis.
Contain your excitement! I know your super stoked to see that I've added the Jerk of the Day feature in addition to the jackass guy. I don't know why I decided on Jerk of the Day but let me tell you, that damn little stamp thing took me a while to make in Photoshop! It'll probably see some tweaking soon but I was getting frustrated by it.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Opening Daaaaaaaaaay!
Oh my goodness I can't believe I haven't blogged about Opening Day!
In one word it was amazing. Sure they lost which took away from it a little bit but come on, it was mutha f-ing Opening Day! That alone makes the day 100x better. Plus it was a gorgeous day, there was good food and good company and Craig Counsell played a few innings. Whaaaaat!
There's nothing like being drunk before noon let me tell you. Though I am out of drinking shape. I should have started my spring training earlier. I got all summer to get there.
Anyway. What's there to say about Opening Day besides it's the Christmas of Spring. It's Yom Kippur to those who worship baseball. I guess that makes Opening Week Passover. Though shit son, like hell I'm going to refrain from drinking beer during that week.
Right. I don't know why I'm going with the religious references.
Oh. I also might have bought myself a nice present at the game. ...ahehehehehe. It makes me smile.
Ok. Here's some pictures from the day:
Look! It's the Happiest Place on Earth! Miller Park!
The view from our seats.
Braun batting.
Look who it iiiiiiissssss!
Yaaaaaaayyyy! He almost hit a home run which means I almost peed my pants.
Oh Brewers, how I miss you during the winter time!
Though you know what I don't miss? Them losing. For real Trevor Hoffman? Two out with two strikes in the 9th and you give up a two run homer that lets the Cardinals take the lead? Are you kidding me? Though the symmetry of it all is quite pleasing. Lots of twos. But the loss isn't. Win today boys.
In one word it was amazing. Sure they lost which took away from it a little bit but come on, it was mutha f-ing Opening Day! That alone makes the day 100x better. Plus it was a gorgeous day, there was good food and good company and Craig Counsell played a few innings. Whaaaaat!
There's nothing like being drunk before noon let me tell you. Though I am out of drinking shape. I should have started my spring training earlier. I got all summer to get there.
Anyway. What's there to say about Opening Day besides it's the Christmas of Spring. It's Yom Kippur to those who worship baseball. I guess that makes Opening Week Passover. Though shit son, like hell I'm going to refrain from drinking beer during that week.
Right. I don't know why I'm going with the religious references.
Oh. I also might have bought myself a nice present at the game. ...ahehehehehe. It makes me smile.
Ok. Here's some pictures from the day:
Look! It's the Happiest Place on Earth! Miller Park!
The view from our seats.
Braun batting.
Look who it iiiiiiissssss!
Yaaaaaaayyyy! He almost hit a home run which means I almost peed my pants.
Oh Brewers, how I miss you during the winter time!
Though you know what I don't miss? Them losing. For real Trevor Hoffman? Two out with two strikes in the 9th and you give up a two run homer that lets the Cardinals take the lead? Are you kidding me? Though the symmetry of it all is quite pleasing. Lots of twos. But the loss isn't. Win today boys.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Bust a Move
Señor Counsell just seems like he'd be good at dancing. Evidence of this statement includes:
Exhibit A-
Exhibit B-
Exhibit C-
Exhibit D-
Exhibit E-
Ok I could go on but I think it's starting to come across creepy...or just observant. Naw. A little creepy.
Exhibit A-
Exhibit B-
Exhibit C-
Exhibit D-
Exhibit E-
Ok I could go on but I think it's starting to come across creepy...or just observant. Naw. A little creepy.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
So do you believe me now?
One of my favorite songs that plays at work on pretty much a daily basis is "Do You Believe Me Now"
Granted it's not a typical song that I like. But for some reason I enjoy it while at work. Maybe because it's easy to sing to and I always sing while at work. I have a terrible voice but that does not stop me. Maybe it's because it sounds good against the empty aisles. It does. I don't think it could be called an echo or even a ringing but for some reason it fills the store quite nicely. I enjoy that. So I sing. And I sing bad.
Typical times you'll find me singing include: while bagging, while walking through the aisles or while walking to get cigarettes. I even sing at the register too but most of the time that's in more of a hushed tone. All the other times I sing loud and proud. Well, not really but I sing more above a whisper. I get singing quite loud while in the aisles. I'll turn a corner singing and there stands a manager. Then it's a "Uh yeahhh about that..." moment and I just walk away. Oh, I whistle more while checking. Except I can't whistle so it's a really feeble/weak/poor sound but I try.
One of my other favorites to sing? "Your Love" by The Outfield. Josie's on a vacation far away! Come around and talk it over, so many things that I want to say, you know I like my girls a little bit older. I just want to lose your love toniggggggght! I don't want to lose your love toniiiiight!
Another reason I like that song? Frank Catalonatto's at bat song last year. Yes, I've blogged about that before. Yes, I'm going to miss him this year.
Another song that gets a lot of people singing is Elton John's "I Guess that's Why They Call It the Blues" Time on my hands! Could be time spent with you!
Yeeahhhh. They play a whole variety there. Some good, some bad. Some great, some that make me want to scream. Phil Collins I'm looking at you on that last one. Some I'm just ashamed of liking and some I just like to sing to. Like "The Circle of Life."
Man, that's two Elton John songs in one blog post. Yikes.
So yeah...that's, uh, it. Mmhm.
ETA OH! Speaking of singing! Does anyone else remember Preparation H Raymond from Late Night with Conan? Anyway he always sung a song and I always start to sing the "Raymond's here! Raymond's here!" part whenever I see a manager for the first time in a day. Why? Cause guess his name.
Oh here's video of Prep H Ray on Conan.
Granted it's not a typical song that I like. But for some reason I enjoy it while at work. Maybe because it's easy to sing to and I always sing while at work. I have a terrible voice but that does not stop me. Maybe it's because it sounds good against the empty aisles. It does. I don't think it could be called an echo or even a ringing but for some reason it fills the store quite nicely. I enjoy that. So I sing. And I sing bad.
Typical times you'll find me singing include: while bagging, while walking through the aisles or while walking to get cigarettes. I even sing at the register too but most of the time that's in more of a hushed tone. All the other times I sing loud and proud. Well, not really but I sing more above a whisper. I get singing quite loud while in the aisles. I'll turn a corner singing and there stands a manager. Then it's a "Uh yeahhh about that..." moment and I just walk away. Oh, I whistle more while checking. Except I can't whistle so it's a really feeble/weak/poor sound but I try.
One of my other favorites to sing? "Your Love" by The Outfield. Josie's on a vacation far away! Come around and talk it over, so many things that I want to say, you know I like my girls a little bit older. I just want to lose your love toniggggggght! I don't want to lose your love toniiiiight!
Another reason I like that song? Frank Catalonatto's at bat song last year. Yes, I've blogged about that before. Yes, I'm going to miss him this year.
Another song that gets a lot of people singing is Elton John's "I Guess that's Why They Call It the Blues" Time on my hands! Could be time spent with you!
Yeeahhhh. They play a whole variety there. Some good, some bad. Some great, some that make me want to scream. Phil Collins I'm looking at you on that last one. Some I'm just ashamed of liking and some I just like to sing to. Like "The Circle of Life."
Man, that's two Elton John songs in one blog post. Yikes.
So yeah...that's, uh, it. Mmhm.
ETA OH! Speaking of singing! Does anyone else remember Preparation H Raymond from Late Night with Conan? Anyway he always sung a song and I always start to sing the "Raymond's here! Raymond's here!" part whenever I see a manager for the first time in a day. Why? Cause guess his name.
Oh here's video of Prep H Ray on Conan.
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