Like, oh my god! Like.

Get this. Nicole Richie and Good Charlotte were in the store the other day.

I kid thou not. I didn't see them, Ashole did. Anorexic knocked up whore herself in dear sweet Wisconsin. Hmph.

Ok here is something I thought of on the way home while listening to the baseball game on the radio. They said something about Toronto and that sparked this idea in my head. Toronto is in Canada. Canada doesn't have the same National Anthem. (tough conclusions that I've drawn so far) But here is my thing. When the Blue Jays play at home do they do the Canadian national anthem and the American? Or just the Canadian? And when the Blue Jays are on the road are both played? Or is it just when in Canada do as Canadian's do?

Someone is a week and a half late in their firework celebrations. Good lord people stop being trailer trash!

Speaking of trailer trash...someone was giving me 'tude the other day and I felt like saying to her, just because, "wow nice purple velour tracksuit, I didn't know white trash came in that color. Got that at Wal-Mart for $12.99?"

Mmm yes. Brewer's won in the bottom of the 10th athank ya. That's what I like to see. And then I like to see them all jump around and act like giddy school girls. I find it amusing.

That's all I got.

Oh Joy of Joys!

It's here! It's here It's here! My shirt My shirt My shirt!

why am I typing in threes? Meh. I know you are all just craving to see what it looks like. Well wait no longer my babies because here it is.

Yes I did waste time taking the pictures of it. I know what you're thinking, that I'm a freak. But let me be the first to say that that's what I do. I take pictures of my shirts and show them off, thank you. I did it with http://kt433.blogspot.com/2007/04/stop-russian-to-conclusions.html that. (I am so not cool enough to figure out how to make a word a hyperlink. oh well.)

Frick! I'm starting to peel. Damnit!

Oh and here is another picture. A picture of all our siding in a nice twisted pile. Looks kinda like the ones you see on the news after a tornado goes through and demolishes a house.

The view from my window. and Pissit! I hate posting pictures on this think. So I apologize if they aren't all purty like. I have no patience to do it 20 times.

Pissit!

My shirt didn't come yesterday. Damn. It went from DHL to the post office. So perhaps today my children, perhaps today.

Damn. I feel like I'm getting hammered from below. Pervs! Or really I'm the perv. Hehe. The siding men must be putting siding down around the office window.

Day off! Day off! Day off!

I haven't told the story yet of the great hunt for Chuckles. Chuckles being Chuck Dearth, the car dude. I like to call him Chuckles. You see, Chuckles has a house on the same lake we go on up north. And every time we go up north and out on the lake the old folk like to hunt for Chuckles' house. The first time we looked (yes there has been more then one time) it was a challenge. The gauntlet had been thrown, where does Chuckles live? We had a smidge of information to go by in regards to what his humble abode looks like. So we combed the shoreline looking at the houses. But Ah! A problem arose when we came across two shacks (and by shacks I mean multi-million dollar big ass houses) that fit the description. Which one was Chuckles? WHICH ONE?! We did not know so we went on with our cruise. Then up north again it was decided that the hunt was still on. This time armed with more information and more eyes we once again combed around the shoreline looking. Looking like finding Chuckles meant we would find the fountain of youth. Once again no anvil. So defeated we retreated to the island over yonder to soak ourselves. Or maybe we went to a different lake, I don't quite remember. Then the news came in! We had confirmation that one of the two houses we thought to be his was it. And from who did this information come? Why Chuckles himself via UJ. Ah alas! We can rest easy knowing where he resides in the Northwoods of dear sweet 'sconsin!

I would so call him Chuckles to his face. Ok so probably not. But it'd be fun.

Ok I'm gonna make like a tree and leave.

Holy Hammers Batman!

It is like surround sound hammers today. I don't know if they're all over the place or if its just the sound echoing through the ducts but shit. They are loooooud.

My tshirt! My tshirt! My tshirt! You know, the Craig Counsell one? WELL it left Madison about an hour ago so it'll be here today, waiting for me when I walk through the door tonight. I could do a happy dance. It will keep me happy all day long. That and replaying The Landlord in my head. (I don't really do that....)

I was in a pissy mood yesterday. That's for sure. My shoulder hurt like a mofo so it hurt all during work which made me angry. And then the people seemed to be extra moronic yesterday as well. Not fun one bit.

But not today, oh no sir-e. I will stay happy and reply "I'm sorry your such a jackoff sir but you see your rude comments and black heart won't get me down today because I have a tshirt waiting for me so SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS!"

Yeah. That's not gonna happen. Either one. Me staying happy and me screaming at a person.

Yikes...I think the siding fellas are right outside my window. Creepy.

Ok well I should go get ready for work or something.

Have a fantastic day.

Lay some brick, boys

Ah yes. The sounds of home improvements are all around this morn. 7AM comes the thuds of a hammer. Voices in the distances. Saws being fired up. Ahhh to awake from a peaceful slumber in such a way.

They are laying brick today. There are masons here. Is that the right termology? I think so. Mason is a rock worker.

Aye. I just want it all to be over with.

Ooooooh the Home Run derby is tonight! Hopefully Prince can whack a few monsters.

Ok well that's all I got. I must go to work soon.

Miss Me?

Miss me? I've been gone a while. Up North to the ol camper-roo. It was nice. Got some reading done, some relaxation, a sunburn. Well that isn't nice. No.

I always get bitched at that I look pastey. My dear sweet grandmother even said that I looked "sickly" and should get some color. (Thanks grandma! I'm giving you a big thumbs up) There is a reason I do not like to sunbathe. I don't tan, I burn. So what do I have to show for getting some color? A pink belly and chest, burned feet and shoulders and an uneven red glow all over. Oh and the part on my head is burned so that's gonna flake and look like I have the worlds worst case of dandruff.

All because I have pale skin. I should dye my hair red and keep the pale skin and change my name to O'Smith. Irish people tend to have pale complexion so then people wouldn't badger me so.

*sigh* moving on.

There has always been something that I don't understand. Fine fine, more then one thing but this one I was thinking about a little while ago. Why are championship rings so hideous? Super Bowl rings, World Series rings, you name it. They are uuuuuuugly. And huge. Sure they are bigger because they are worn by men (sexist bastards...) but good lord! You have a guy who has won two or three championships and look out! He wouldn't need brass knuckles. He could just put them all on punch you once or twice and you'd be out like a light. Plus you'd end up with a few cool marks on your face, but a few less teeth.

That reminds me of Ace Ventura when he goes around trying to find the Super Bowl ring with the missing stone to find Snowflake and he has the marks all over his face.

The rings are so ugly. But I guess they're better then those plates tennis people get and a green jacket from the Masters.

Gold jacket, green jacket. Who gives a shit? (from Happy Gilmore, duh)

Brewers are sucking ass. They need the All Star break.

It's hotter then a half fucked fox in a forest fire. Damn! (and I can't take credit for that saying. My uncle was saying it the past few days)

Back to work. Back to work. Backy backy backy to work. Shit.

One thing I don't like about all these flippin' home improvement projects is the people milling about. I feel dumb because when I go to leave I don't know which door to go out or if I should wave or whatever. Makes me uncomfortable.

Ok. Must go. My skin is itching like a som' bitch. Must put soothing cooling lotion on.

I'm no Superman

I'm watching Scrubs right now. Hence the title. And Dr Cox just made a baseball reference. Which made me laugh a little.

Brewers lost two of three at Chicago. Bitches. I like to place blame on the fact that in both games they lost, Friday and today, I had no idea what was going on during the game. Yesterday I did and they won. They started to suck canal water in May when I was up north all the time.

I'm just saying. You can draw your own conclusions.

There are two sayings that I really really want to say to customers. Both will work when they are complaining about prices and giving me long winded stories as to why they don't have their card with them. One is "Who has two thumbs and doesn't give a rip? (gesture to myself) Me!" and "Oh I'm sorry. You're mistaking me with someone who cares"

When are people going to learn that I honestly do not give a shit? I do to a certain extent, such as I care that you don't have your savings card with you. What I don't care about is that your great aunts dog chewed it up when they were in town visiting from Alberta. I stopped listening after you said you didn't have it. Sorry.

Someone said the other day that our store was the worst grocery store in Madison and two things went in my head that I wanted to say. One was to be a smart ass and go "Well interesting since this isn't Madison" and then "Why do you still shop here? Goooooo somewhere else!"

Two more dayzzzz of work then vacay up north. A mixed woot woot if you will. Confined sleeping quarters? Um no thank you. No work? Yaaaaaaay! No dishwasher? Booooo. Beer and Sun? Hooray! The list could go on and on.

But that is all for now bitches. I don't have anything to do except go to bed. I'm awesome.