Remember that toy My Little Pony? I bet it wouldn't have been as marketable if it had been My Little Equine. Mabye in Japan it might have worked. Here, probably not so much. ************************************************************
I haven't done anything really stupid in awhile. All of my recent bad behavior could probably be chalked up as just merely unwise. I stayed out the other night past midnight when I had to be at work early the next day. I mean, that was foolish but it wasn't ridiculous. It's about time though. ************************************************************
I was making coffee this morning, and I was like "Who came up with this shit?" Who first saw a coffeebean and said "Hey, wait - Idea! Let's grind this up and pour really hot water over it..." ************************************************************
The other day, I was at Sam's, signing up for a corporate account with my little brother for work. I started looking around and saw several Sam's Choice products. Hey look, good for Sam Walton and the choice he made. But do you think that was really his first choice? I doubt he actually preferred knock off imitations of namebrand products over the originals. Anyone who would make that kind of choice is kind of a weirdo.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
Grandmas and Indians
Don't you hate it when you wake up in the middle of the night, and you're hot so you take the covers off and just lay there. Then you get cold. So you cover back up again. Then you're hot. Then you're irritated. And then...that's it - you're awake! I try and compromise and cover one leg up and leave the other half of myself exposed to the night bedroom air. But that's usually just setting up for some other weird uncomfort to settle into my restless body...
Man, that is some bullshit.
I woke up Sunday at 7:30am, not remembering much (oh tailgating 2007, how you've been a blur). I kind of wandered around the house until I could go back to sleep. Eventually the house was abuzz and it was time to begin the routine. Then we went to my grandmother's house in Denham, where everyone in my damned family remarked about how my hair was thinning. My aunt brought her dog. It was wearing a sweater. Then I ate too much. Then the Saints lost.
Anyways, a few days ago someone shot an arrow through my grandma's back yard and it lodged in a wall near her porch. That's kind of unnerving when you think about it. I mean, everyone loses grandparents, but what if your grandmother was felled by bow and arrow? That would be terrible on one hand, but it would make for an interesting story. I don't think my grandma wronged anyone. I mean, she's just a grandma. It's not like she's out in the backyard raising hell or anything, at least not to the best of my knowledge. They called the police and the cops came out and got the arrow, but it's not like CSI came out and measured trajectory and angles or anything. They probably just said "Oh ok. Well, i'm sorry someone shot an arrow at your house." Me and my brother thought it would be funny to set up a teepee in the backyard and say "Well Me-me, I think we might know who the culprits are. You have a tribe of indians living in the back yard..." but the rest of my family didn't think it would be too funny.
So that was probably the most interesting thing that happened this weekend.
Man, that is some bullshit.
I woke up Sunday at 7:30am, not remembering much (oh tailgating 2007, how you've been a blur). I kind of wandered around the house until I could go back to sleep. Eventually the house was abuzz and it was time to begin the routine. Then we went to my grandmother's house in Denham, where everyone in my damned family remarked about how my hair was thinning. My aunt brought her dog. It was wearing a sweater. Then I ate too much. Then the Saints lost.
Anyways, a few days ago someone shot an arrow through my grandma's back yard and it lodged in a wall near her porch. That's kind of unnerving when you think about it. I mean, everyone loses grandparents, but what if your grandmother was felled by bow and arrow? That would be terrible on one hand, but it would make for an interesting story. I don't think my grandma wronged anyone. I mean, she's just a grandma. It's not like she's out in the backyard raising hell or anything, at least not to the best of my knowledge. They called the police and the cops came out and got the arrow, but it's not like CSI came out and measured trajectory and angles or anything. They probably just said "Oh ok. Well, i'm sorry someone shot an arrow at your house." Me and my brother thought it would be funny to set up a teepee in the backyard and say "Well Me-me, I think we might know who the culprits are. You have a tribe of indians living in the back yard..." but the rest of my family didn't think it would be too funny.
So that was probably the most interesting thing that happened this weekend.
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