I went to super happy hour last night. I smell like someone dipped my in an ashtray. My mouth tastes like a dog took a dump there. I had a great time! There will most definitely a shower on the list of stuff to do today! Other things I will be doing today include putting some plastic on the living room window, putting up my Christmas tree, and taking the Thorn Birds movie back to the library. Why oh why did I think I would want to watch a movie that is about a hundred hours long. I wasn’t that impressed with the book! Oh well, live and learn.
Archive for November, 2007
Vacation…days two and three
Yesterday I went with a friend from work to the Tanger Outlets in the Wisconsin Dells. We drove the almost 2 hours just for this reason. I don’t know that I would recommend driving that far just to go to this outlet mall. It was ok, I found a few things to buy. The purchases I made could have easily been made closer to home in Janesville or at the outlet mall in Johnson Creek. I’ve never really been to the Dells in the off season. It’s kind of depressing. At the outlet the lack of people was great. I think there might have been about 30 cars parked around us. When you drive down the strip in the Dells, it is kind of depressing not to see hoards of people walking around, going to the various attractions. The other thing that kind of sucked being there in the off seasons, most of the restaurants were closed. I would go back to the Tanger outlets if I was in the Dells or passing by, but I don’t think I’ll be making any special trips again. The highlight of my day was seeing snow being made at the Christmas Mountain ski area. We were driving past and it looked really cool, kind of like a big sprinkler system shooting snow. I’ve never seen snow made before. I think I could have sat there for a while and just watched. It was beautiful.
The list of stuff to do today is kind of big. My dad is coming over to help me take my waterbed to the dump. YEAH! I have been trying to do this for months. I’m also going to try and go to the grocery store and do a lot of cleaning. The way I’m looking at it, I’m going to try to get as much crap out of the basement and the rest of the house before we move in the spring. It will just be less shit to move later. If we aren’t using it here, we probably won’t use it at the new place.
Reason 83 to move
I woke up this morning to a cold apartment, a very cold apartment. My furnace is broken, AGAIN! Our landlord put in a new energy efficient furnace about a year and a half ago. The only thing that it is efficient at is breaking. I think the first time it broke was a couple of weeks after it was installed. The second was St. Patrick’s day weekend last year, the mother board fried that time and stunk the joint up for about a month. We are now without heat again. The fix it guy is coming over after he is done working today. Happy first day of vacation to me. I think I’ll go find some heated bar to take refuge in today.
Viva Viagra?
I was watching Cane online tonight, and the Viva Viagra commercial played. All I could think was what would the King of Rock n Roll think? Maybe he’d be cool with it. I mean if he were still alive he’d be at the age where he could risk four hour erections if he doctor deemed he fit enough for intercourse. Do you really need music in a Viagra commercial? I’m pretty sure that Viagra is like douche, tampons, and Vagisil…it sells it self!
What’s in a name
Let’s go back a few years for this story. When I was 9 my dad cheated on my mom and left us for another woman a few days before Christmas. This explains why I’m not to big on that holiday, but that’s not what this post is about. He went on to marry this woman, she had 3 kids, the son was 2 months younger me. When I was in middle school, my dad adopted her son,(her twin daughters were 18 so they couldn’t be adopted) and tons of rumors started. It was one of the worst years I had in school, grades and attendance were both not what they normally were. My grandpa was pretty pissed that my dad gave him our last name. Fast forward about 17 years or so, my “brother” is having his second child, a boy due around New Years, and I just found out the name yesterday. His middle name is going to be my dad’s first name. I don’t know why this pisses me off to no end. It’s still pisses me off all these years later that he has my last name. My sister said to me yesterday she didn’t see what I was getting so mad about, my dad is really the only dad he knew. That would be great and all, but I really think the only reason he’s doing it is because my step mom gives him a lot of money behind my dad’s back and I think this is a great way to keep her happy. After I left my nephew’s birthday party yesterday I just drove around and cried. I ended up at the cemetery my grandpa’s buried in and told him all about it. I know it’s dumb to sit and talk to a grave, but he’s the only one I think would have understood why I was so pissed yesterday. I’m sure he’s rolling over in his grave at this. My dad never knew how pissed my grandpa was about the adoption. He thought he was excited to finally have a grandson . I know this is something dumb to get all upset over, and it’s my own fault for not having a child of my own yet. It just really bugs me that not only will this child have my last name, but he will also have MY dad’s name. The sad thing is I can’t talk to my dad about this for 3 reasons. Number one, I’ll look like a petty asshole. Number two, he’ll just dismiss it as something stupid like “oh, your just missing your dad right now”. Trust me he always does this when it’s something he doesn’t want to talk about. Number three, he’ll tell my step mom. Hell hath no furry like my step mom pissed off. This is why I’m telling this to all of you. At least it’s not all bottled up inside anymore.
Fall tradition
For some fall traditions might include a trip to the apple orchard, carving pumpkins, or taking a scenic drive to look at the fall colors. In my house it’s raking leaves and drinking beer. Yard work is always more rewarding if you drink beer while you do it. If I could rig a cup holder to my lawnmower I would. We live across the street from my church. You get some good looks when you are drinking beer on the front lawn at 9:30 in the morning with your rake propped up against your house. Right now it is drizzling out, hopefully the rain will quit by the time Bridgette returns home from work. Beer does taste better outside.
Update: No raking today, the rain won’t stop! 
Hopefully the end of an era
My roommate Bridgette and I have been doing a lot of discussing lately about our living situation. No, we’re not parting ways. We live in a duplex with a family of douchbags for neighbors. I’m talking douchbags with a capitol D! We have both been feed up with them for a long time. I think once spring comes we are going to start looking for a new place to live. I’m so excited about this, but annoyed too because spring is so far away. We are both tired of all of the noise here. They have never shut a door quietly. They have slammed doors so hard that pictures have fallen off our walls. Their kids are awful. I know this is their parents fault, but I’m tired of not being able to enjoy a beer on my steps in the summer without them being all in my business because they don’t get any attention at home. The neighbor kid opened her door on Friday to tell me “Shut up and be quiet!”. Seriously, if I had said that to an adult my dad would have spanked me. I’m tired of looking like I live next to a junk yard. The stuff I have mentioned barely scratches the surface. It is way past the time to move.
Welcome Hope
My niece Jessica had a baby girl today. Her name is Hope Leighann. She was 6 lbs 10 oz, and was 19 inches long.
Need to vent
I really need to get this out. I hate it when people ask you about emails they have sent you. Now I’m not talking about important emails, like when you email someone your flight schedule or change of address/telephone numbers. I’m talking about the crap that people forward to you. I have several people in my address book that forward me stuff all the time and then ask me if I read it. Newsflash…I PROBABLY DIDN’T! Mainly because the stuff you send me isn’t funny! One guy sends me stuff and I’m pretty sure I never gave him my email address. I think he got it off of something someone sent to him that was also sent to me. Sometimes I just don’t feel like reading it. If I tell you I didn’t have time or deleted it, don’t resend it to me. I feel a lot better now.
