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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.