If it's neither here nor there...

...then where the hell is it?!

Um yeah. So all I have is random-ness for ya. (I know, don't get too excited now)

First off I noticed some really bad outfits in the past few days. One was at the dentist, a man probably late 50's early 60's, was wearing bright pink shorts and black shinny dress shoes with black socks. It was a yikes moment. Then some man came through my line wearing flip flops with socks. Come on. That is just hideous and cannot be comfortable.

While driving to work today I was listening to Magic 98 and realized that the station is a good pregame for work. Plays some good songs and some that make me wish my ears didn't work. Then on the way home Delila was on.

I hate Delila.

I hate her stories, her song selections sometimes suck. I just cannot stand the woman. I don't understand why someone would turn up the romance by turning up Delila. That would turn off the romance in my opinion. I just...AH! That woman drives me insane. Yet I listen at times. I think it's because I get a joy out of yelling at the radio.

Brewers lost today to the Cubs. Crap.

Is it sad that I got a giggle out of a sticker from a balloon that said "Pre-inflated" and then asking someone if that's how their dates came? I asked Ashley first but I had to try it out on someone else as well.

Work makes me crazy.

60

My 60th blog post. *sigh* if my blog was a human and it was 60 it could get a nice discount at Kohls.

Ordered my personalized Brewer's t-shirt yesterday! Hooray! Now I just have to wait a few weeks for it to get here. Booo. Oh well. That's what happens when you're a fan of the ones who generally don't have a large fan base.

Brewer's won yesterday with a walk off homerun in the bottom of the 11th by Damien Miller. The Brewer's catchers have had a good few days. First Estrada has a grand slam then Miller wins the game with a dinger.

Um yeah.

I don't like starting work after twelve. Then it just sucks the day away. New job new job. I need a new job.

Blach. Last Studio 60 tonight and will I get to watch it? Noooooooo. I should tape it though.

I'm outie

What in the name of "Are you there God, it's me Margret" were you thinking?

I need new speakers for my computer. Man are these things baaaaaaad.

Day off! Day off! Day off! (I'm doing the day off dance in my head)

Come to think of it. I do a lot of dances in my head. I have the "there's other lanes open" dance. Where I storm to the end of the belt, firmly plant both feet on the ground and with a grand sweeping gesture of the arms I point to other registers all while in a sing-song voice saying therrrres other lanes open. Repeat the arm motion as necessary.

Wow did that get weird.

Went shopping with Lauren today to get black carpis to wear for work and I can't go by Steve and Barry's with out going in. I'm a t-shirt whore so that place is like the pimp palace. T-shirts! t-shirts galore! And cheap! So I got a Texas one and am in the process of trying to shrink it a little. I like to get random college teams. So far I have Seaton Hall, UMass, AZ State and now Texas. Fun fun!

I had a mission in my shopping today besides the black capris. I was on the hunt for a Brewer's t-shirt jersey of Mr Counsell. They didn't have any. Ben Sheet, Prince Fielder and Geoff Jenkins but no Counsell. Le sigh. I'll just make my mom order me it online. Hehe.

Man I feel spazzy all the sudden.

I've been watching Scrubs repeats lately and I just have to say, Dr Cox is the man. I love his rants. So funny. (The title of my post is one of his lines that made me laugh, enough that I wrote it down)

Brewer's are in the bottom of the 10th. Stupid FSN isn't carrying the game this afternoon.

The people across the street have one of those old school car's for their kids, the red one with the yellow top, were you have to be like Fred Flintstone and Yabadabado yourself along. Seems like no one has those anymore, that's why I mention it. Put a smile on my face. Until I realized I don't think I've ever been in one. Deprived childhood.

Ok. I need to go check the shirt. Have a nice day.

Counting Sheep

I wish I have the ability to nap. I could use one. First being work up early yesterday by half nakie men on the rooftop (which ended up being a perk to the whole shingle thing) then today I had to work at 6 AM so I was up at 5. I can't nap. I just lay there in bed.

Today I was field promoted at work! Twas a little exciting. I worked the Service Desk. Never done that before. Only hung up on someone once. Oops.

More work related news, there is a female "Bert". Except she isn't annoying in the same sense as Bert. I'll call her Bertha cuz that is the female form of Bert. She is annoying nonetheless.


Tell me quando quando quaaaaaaaaaaando! Damn you Michael Buble! Damn you!

Brewers are good again! Woot woot. I thought about buying a Brewers scratch off lotto ticket today but I don't want to burn 5 bucks.

Everrrry moments a daaaaaaay! Every day seeeeeeeeeeeems like a lifetime! Let me show you the waaaaaay!

DAMNIT!

I'm making a list of words that I don't like and so far on it is: De Jour and Landiager (ya know, those meat sticks)

Maybe I'll read a little. That sounds like fun. Go sweat outside and read.

Oh hey!

I forgot to add something. Today, once again, I was flipping through a magazine since I really had nothing better to do and once again I found a weird ad. A large room, sort of ballroom-ish, a woman standing there in an elegant wedding gown and a man sitting looking at her on some sort of steps/stage thing. Naked. The shadows from the lighting covered most of his bare ass but you could totally see butt cheek.

Once again, an ad I find strange.

Santa?

Oh joy of joys! Dream of dreams! How I LOVE to wake up at 7 AM to the sound of feet on the rooftop! Could it be Santa a few months late? Mary Poppins and her band of chimney sweeps?

Hell no! It is the roofers. So not only am I treated to the pitter-patter of grown men's footsteps at the wee early hours of the morn, I am treated to the ungodly sounds of shingles being ripped up after 19 years of not moving. And the feeling of apprehension to move into plan sight of the men. So I ran out, grabbed the nearest food from the kitchen and scurried back into my room. I'm sure they have people home all the time when they do this but I just find it weird.

I have to go and get ready for the f-ing dentist now. Boooooooooooo

You're my favorite!

I've come to the conclusion today as to who my favorite Brewer is. Not Prince Fielder, not JJ Hardy, not Billy Hall. Nah. Craig Counsell is the man.


A few reasons for this. One: He falls under the general categories of men I have girly crushes on. Too old (late thirties) Too attached (married) And not what most would call typically good looking yet I find myself liking his face. (Not to be misinterpreted as licking his face) But in the baseball world he's been on World Series winning teams, is a good utility player, has a kick ass batting stance that reminds me of playing Ken Griffy Jr. baseball on the Super Nintendo. Oh and he's a homegrown boy so to speak. Grew up in the Milwaukee area so you can't go wrong there.

I also tend to like the fellas most don't and he fits that category as well. Most ladies like them a lil' JJ Hardy and Chris Capuano. I'll take Craig Counsell a'thankya.

(Ok so I really hate trying to post pictures on this thing. It blows ass. I fucking give up. I can't make this work!)

Sex Sells!

No, that is not a new notion to me. It's common knowledge that sex and sex appeal sells. Prostitution aside when the product is actually the act of sex, Slutty is the new ad campaign.

It's a reality that I've never had a problem with. Never been bothered by it in the way where I feel like in listing Tipper Gore to go after Diesel Jeans. I understand that sex sells pants, dresses, underwear (duh), fragrances, and so on. But while browsing through a Vanity Fair today at work I noticed an ad for a purse. To me, purses don't say "Screw me because I own this nice clutch!" so I found the ad a little weird. It was basically naked people and a giant ass purse. The purse was covering all naughty bits obviously. And if memory serves me correctly it was like two girls and a guy. So kinky sex sells. I just found that angle of the using-sex-to-get-people-to-buy-shit a little odd. Didn't make much sense. Unless the point of the ad was to say "Hey look! This purse is so freakin' huge that if need be, it could act as a shied for your 5'6" 115lbs frame and your hunky boyfriends wild sexual adventures behind the bushes at the mini golf course!"

Another thing that I find odd (yes it's going to be one of those entries. Just stay with me people!) is wine in bottles with no corks. It took me long enough to warm to the idea of wine from a box that this new fangled idea of wine sans cork has me thrown for a loop. Convenient? Yes. Less corkscrew related injuries due to being toasted and trying to open a bottle? Yes. I find it unsettling. If I'm going to drink wine, I want to have the cork. I want to be able to rip it out with my teeth and spit it across the room if the mood strikes me. It's just wrong. At least when wine comes in the box you know that there is no way in hell that a cork will be used. They have pretty little taps and coming from a long line of avid beer drinkers, I have no beef with taps. But a bottle with a screw off top is madness!

Interesting. This post has an underlying theme of "screw" to it. The literal meaning and a euphemism for the dirty deed. Hmm.

Today at work, (yes yes, cannot go with out speaking of it!) I was Express most of the day. 15 items or less people. Pay attention! Not many people were, sad to say. I had a string of morons who can't read six feet in front of them to see the sign dangling by my light, which they better be looking at to see if I'm open not just standing there or attempting to close. Write that down people. Look for the light! Um anyways. It gets frustrating. Not so much when there are other Express lanes open but when the dumbass parade was rolling through I was the only one. Usually I'm good at stopping people with a polite GET THE FUCK OUT! or Sorry this is express. But today I was unsuccessful. I can't tell someone to blow off when they have half their cart unloaded. *sigh*

I have laundry to attend to shortly. Buh-Bye!