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.

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.

Hey did you know he's from...

What is with people and telling me where Craig Counsell is from?

Seriously. What is with that? Any time someone finds out he's my favorite player the conversation goes something like this.

Me- blah blah blah Craig Counsell is my favorite.
Person-Counsell eh? He's a good guy.
Me-Yeah.
Person-You know he's from Wisconsin?
Me-(internal sigh) Yeah.
Person-Whitefish Bay!
Me-Uh huh.

And this is how I'd prefer the conversation to go.

Me- blah blah blah Craig Counsell is my favorite.
Person-Counsell eh? He's a good guy. (apparently I talk to a lot of Canadians)
Me-Yeah.
Person-You know he's from Wisconsin?
Me-YES!
Person-Whitefish Bay.
Me- I FREAKING KNOW HE'S FROM MOTHER F-ING WHITE-FRIGGIN-FISH BAY! I'm no casual fan! My favorite player is Craig Counsell moron! He doesn't exactly top the list of favorite players! I know my shit!

Su-heriously! What is with that?

Brett Favre! You know he's from Mississippi right?

I pity the fool who next says that to me. I might lash out irrationally, Neil. (what movie?!)

See this whole thing came about today at work when I was looking at my pocket Brewer schedule (So I have one...or two. Don't you judge!) And made a comment about how I get a free magnet schedule on Opening Day. This sparked a convo with a coworker that lead to me saying that I'm going to have to break down and buy that Craig Counsell jersey this year finally. (those bitches are expeeeeeeeensive!) Anyway. Besides the whole you know he's from Whitefish Bay thing I learned that I might have to prove to said coworker that I know my stuff. I don't watch the game cause I like it when they bend over to field a grounder. That's just an added bonus.

Oh and btw. While he might be considered a native son of Wisconsin, the dude was born in Indiana. Look in the media guide or even the active roster on the web site, suckers.


.....I feel creepy now....

BURN!

I officially hate Shamrocks.

I hate them.

HATE THEM.

I hate everything about them (except shamrock shakes!). They are driving me to drink. Seriously. They are. I drank Guinness because it only seemed fitting.

Why do I hate them? Two words: Water Tower. Another three: 30 minute bitchfest. Another four: At eleven at night.

Ugh. Here's what I think of shamrocks now:
They are the devil. Plan and shittin' simple.

Eirinn go freaking brach!

Baby Games

Look! Manny Parra (far right) likes to lead some of the pitchers in playing So Big!
How big is Manny? Soooooo big! Aw, what a big boy he's becoming!

Oh and speak of babies/toddlers. Today at the store there was this little boy, probably around three years old, and he was having a hissy fit. Good. God. It was so bad that everyone on the front end was looking around and doing those "oh I pitty that mother" looks. You know the ones. I told one of the managers after they left that was enough to make someone not want kids. Yikes. The lady didn't even try to shut him up. Though out in the parking lot she was singing to him which appeared to be working.

Right.

How big is Manny?

Soooooo Big!

What in the....

Did Corey Hart tattoo the back of his hand?!
Who does that?! I've seen little ones on the hands but a huge thing like that? That's just tacky.

Great News!

Great news! Another dream shattered! My bubble? Busted!

Ah yes. Hello reality. You cruel bitch.

On a totally separate note, shamrock shakes? Just as amazing as I remembered! Slightly bummed I'm currently not hunched over in agonizing pain because of it. But upon further reflection, no. I'm not really that bummed. And I think I need another.

Yeah. I do. Oh and I need some Guinness. Drat. I should have bought some while in town...

By the way, Brewer season starts in less then a month. Holla! And you better believe I'm there for Opening Day!

Excuse me. It's time to go burn somethings.

I'm not cut out for this...

I've come to terms with myself. I am not cut out to be a city reporter.

Why? Well thank you for asking! I've broke it down to 50 percent of it is being shy and my irrational distaste for the telephone. I hate calling people! Hate it! I don't like calling my grandparents for god sakes why would I want to call the public works department? The other is a mixture of a quasi cynical/pessimistic/whatever outlook. Some of this stuff I have to cover makes me stop and say "what in the frak attack is with this?" Seriously? Do I seriously need to write 500 words on what's to be painted on a tower? Do I need give the public in depth information on the snow plow the city isn't buying? My attitude on the last one is they're going to bitch a whole lot more then they might be now over fuel economy and emissions if it snows 20 inches and they can't get out of their house cause the city is down a plow. I just struggle with being impartial I guess. I assume way to much which might make an ass out of you and me but oh well. I've never wanted to be a city reporter. Not now at least. I could see it in a few years when I actually have some stakes in the game. Right now I don't pay any property taxes let alone for the city I'm covering so I don't give two shakes of a lambs tail (does that work here) about their budget. I guess I do in some regards but overall, nope.

I settled on sports because 1) it isn't hard hitting stuff. Sure it is to some people and it's one of the most read sections of the paper but in reality it's sports! 2) it is more fun. 3) It's sports!

But in all honesty I've always wanted to be a journalist who would write these long, beautiful somewhat snarky, somewhat thought provoking articles peppered with humor and sentiment about something I did. Sort of like editorial and opinion writing, sort of not. I want to write first person pieces. Not restaurant reviews or anything like that. Be a bit of a Mike Rowe ya know? Do something and then tell a story about it. But I don't want to spend my days around poo.

It would be like taking this blog to the next level. I'd get to keep my same writing style but I'd class it up some obviously. I've always wanted my own page. You know how in magazines people get their own pages. Rick Reilly had the last page of Sports Illustrated. When we got the subscription I might not have read anything from the whole issue but I always turned to the last page and read his articles. That's what I've wanted to do. And I don't know how to. I don't know where you go for that chance. I couldn't do it at the school paper cause to write in the opinion section you had to have a year of service to the paper and shit. I couldn't stand doing the crap I had to do to stick around a year. Sports was alright but there was about 14 of us so I rarely got any assignments.

I don't know. I really don't. I know what I don't want and I know what I want but I don't know how to do it. And that scares me.

Ok time for some Psych!

Captain's Log

After night after night after night of having dreams about the grocery store I've decided to start of log of what they are about and how often I have them.

No, no. I'm not going to write them all down here. That would be quite extensive, a little boring and quite frankly sad on my part. But after about a week of having dreams about that place every night I decide I should chronicle it.

The highlight of the past week was having to chase a man down for stealing tuna and a Coke. So I was outside chasing him and then all the sudden I was tubing behind a car. Then we lost the guy so we stopped by a parked police car and asked the officer if he would get Mac Taylor from CSI:NY to help us find him.

Yeah. It's not that exciting. And unfortunately these type of dreams fill my head almost every night.

Woohoo for a weekend in the middle of the week! Two days off in a row without having to request it off. Say whaaaaat! Only I still have to work tonight. Boo. This strawberry slushie is easing the pain of that. Just a little bit. Ok not really but it is freaking delicious! Yummy!

Yeah alllllright. That's all I've got. So yeah....

Final Thoughts

Oh Olympics. You've left me. My days are now empty, my nights are cold. You've only been gone two days and already you're fading from my dreams. It saddens me. It really does.

What will a day be like without Bob Costas? Like any other day before the 12th, sure, but now I've grown so accustom to him that I'll miss my daily dose. I'll see you in two years Bob!

One thing I'll miss from the Olympics, besides Bob and the over excited announcers, is Mr. Speedskating Starter Man. The guy who said "ready" for the long track races. Only he said it in such a great way. "Rea-dy?" It was almost like he was going to roll the R but held off. Mmm. I'll miss you sir.

You know what else I miss? The old way of scoring in figure skating. I miss the long line of scores in that sweet monotone voice. "5.5, 5.7, 5.6, 5.5, 5.6" and then Scott Hamilton along with the skaters either screaming with joy or shaking their heads at the Russian judge.

(Total side note...I'm watching the Tonight show because Shaun White is going to be on, and yes I feel dirty for cheating on Conan, and holy eyebrows Sarah Palin. What in the hell is up with those? Are you in a constant state of surprise?)

I think I figured out why I had a fling for "O, Canada." Wait, did I talk about that? How I sort of liked in better then the National Anthem? Well ok. My un-American spell is over, I guess I should like our anthem better. But I think I figured out why I liked "O, Canada." Ours is too brassy. Yes. Brassy. While I enjoy the cymbal crashes, I think it can be too brassy. And the Olympic tape of it went too fast.

Here's another thing. Why are the winter ones just called the Olympics but Bob Costas calls the summer ones the Olympiad? Because that's more of what those crazy Greeks had in mind? I might be able to google that but I don't feel like it.

And finally for something non-Olympics. I can totally see why prisoners workout all the time. In my states of boredom I find myself with the urge to workout. I don't generally act on these urges because it happens at 11 o'clock at night but now I understand cons. Maybe once the weather starts to turn warm I'll start running outside. I don't like the treadmill. We'll see if I can get prison buff without going to prison.

Eesh. Sarah Palin is still on. Yuck.

Peace and hair grease punks!