Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Just Stop Picking At It!

I don’t love Star Wars anymore.  To be honest with you, I don’t think I like it much anymore, either.  I’m  really not one of those superfans.  Don’t get me wrong.  I’ve watched the original trilogy more than my fair share of times.  But, I don’t get my panties in a bunch when Lucas makes changes to the movies.  I really didn’t give a shit if Greedo shot first.  Or that the Emperor’s verbiage was changed in The Empire Strikes Back.  To be honest, most of the changes Lucas had made I’ve kinda liked and made sense to me.  Purists are purist, though.  So…whatever.

Monday, August 29, 2011

Thank God for: Power

I love power.  Man!  Do I love power.  There’s nothing like it.  Where the hell would we be without it?  And the thing is, we all take it for granted.  All of us.  It’s not until it’s gone do you get an inkling what it means to you.  Us.  The planet.  It’s not until your 6 hours into only the big guy know’s how long of a hurricane Irene stretch that you realize how much you rely on electricity.  Awwww...who am I kidding?  6 hours?  Ha!  Six seconds after the house lost power, I was wondering what the hell I was gonna do until this shit passed.

Friday, August 26, 2011

And we're off to the vet. Again. Pt2

Pt 1 here.  Carry on for Pt2...

Great, back to the vet.  But…were not really talking the vet here.  No.  We’re talking the 24 hour emergency hospital for animals, aka…Center for Animal Referral and Emergency  Services  or Cares(Yea.  That’s right.  I just plugged the shit out of them.  Maybe for the mention I’ll get a 2% discount on my next visit.  Which should be any second now).   The place just sounds expensive, doesn’t it?  Well, believe you me, it ain’t cheap.  How do I know?  Oh…forgive me.  I didn’t mention that’s where I had to take the dog for his bad eye?  No?  How silly of me.  Yea.  The dog has to see a specialist for the eye. Cause his normal vet (ie cheap vet) doesn’t deal with eyeballs.  And where does the specialist reside?  Yep.  You guessed it.


Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Cherry Pie

I know this is kinda old news, and I really had no intention of commenting on it.  I mean, don’t get me wrong.  It is a sad story.  And we all gotta meet the big guy at some point, I suppose.  On the way home from work, though, I heard the song "Cherry Pie" Jani Lane wrote/performed with Warrant.  Back in 2006, he did an interview for VH1's Heavy:  The Story of Metal about the song.  And now, every time I hear Cherry Pie, I think of that interview. 

Monday, August 22, 2011

Repost: My boy's first April Fool's Prank

originally published 4/2009

I’m not what you call a “morning” person. Truth be told, I’m not what you would call an “afternoon” or a “night” person, either. But, that’s a tale for another day. I give myself enough time in the morning to get ready and get the crüe up and running for the day. Besides, if I got up any earlier, I might as well not even go to bed. Maybe that’s why I’m not such a morning person.

Friday, August 19, 2011

And we're off to the Vet. Again. Pt 1

So…the dog.  Yea.  What an incredible pain in the ass.  As if having four kids wasn’t enough.  Sometimes I wonder if the big guy upstairs laughs to hisself every once in awhile knowing he’s left all these beings in my charge.  I’m so fucking laissze-faire.  I’ve got this food allergy that could kill me, and I can’t even take the time to read ingredient labels properly.  And I’ve got to care, look after and even raise these beings?!?!?  Ha!  Now that’s a larf!  Well, maybe not so much a larf.  Because, I guess, it’s quasi-true.  Which brings me to the family mutt.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Abercrombie asks 'Jersey Shore' cast to wear something else

From USAToday:  Abercrombie asks 'Jersey Shore' cast to wear something else.

LMAO. I love this.  I really do.  Do you know how much companies pay actors/athletes to wear their brand?  Millions of dollars.  A year!  In 2003, Lebron James signed a 7 year, 90 million dollar deal with Nike.  That’s 12 million a year.  12 FREAKIN MILLION A YEAR!  He reupped with Nike last year for another multiyear deal.  I don’t know the exact terms, but I have a good idea that it’s a little less than my multiyear deal with Sketchers.  Hey, look…I’ve got an ego, too! 


Friday, August 12, 2011

Thank God for: Icning

I love icning, as my kids are fond of calling icing.  I’m telling you, I could eat that shit all day long.  Icning just makes life a little bit more tolerable.  Canned icning, bakery icning, icning, icning, icning!  It’s all good.  There is, however, an exception.  And there always is, isn’t there?  Always an exception to the rule.  Why can’t a rule just be a rule?  Why? 


Tuesday, August 9, 2011

I Hate Bad Haircuts

What is it about a bad haircut that makes you want to punch someone in the face?  I mean…really…just punch someone so hard, that they swallow their teeth?  I'm telling you, a bad haircut doesn’t just ruin your day.  It ruins your flippin’ life!  It’s all consuming.  Every time you walk by a mirror, it’s like looking at train wreck…you don’t want to look, but you have to.  Maybe it grew in?  Maybe in the 32 seconds since you saw your reflection in the window it grew in a few inches.  And when you look at it?  You wish to the Christ you hadn’t. But, you did.  

                                  "what did you do to me?!?!?"

Friday, August 5, 2011

How Not to Break it to Your Kids You're All Going on Vaca. PT2

Pt. 1 here.  Hit the link below for Pt 2...

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Thank God For: Air Conditioning

Let me ask you something…what’s more annoying:  the wind chill factor or relative humidity? Don’t answer that.  It’s a trick question!  They’re both equally annoying.  Just depends what season you’re suffering in.  Cold is cold and hot is hot.  So, maybe, we can just stop fooling ourselves with these “feels like” factors?  And right now?  Believe you me, it’s god awful hot.  So why don’t we all take a moment and give a huge shout out to the big guy for blessing us with air conditioning.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Sideshow Collectibles Kills Me!

Look at this.  Tell me this ain’t totally bad ass.  Go ahead.  Click on the pic.  Go see it in all it’s glory.  I’ll be here waiting after the jump…