If you saw me on Saturday night and are wondering if I’m talking about you, I probably am.
As is the case every time Carol and I get dressed up for an evening out, I received many comments about how she is way too beautiful for me and how she could do much better. While I agree with those comments, I would appreciate people not saying it in front of her in the future. I’m always fearful that one day she’ll realize that you’re all right and leave me for someone more in her league.
Lou Piinella’s tenure as manager of my Chicago Cubs is now over. While I’m sad that he couldn’t finish out the season , I can definitely understand wanting to get off this sinking ship. It’s getting ugly on the North Side.
Speaking of wanting to jump off sinking ships, I’ve been watching the St Louis Cardinals message boards and forums over the past week or so with people whining about how this team is now done because Cincinnati opened up a 4.5 game lead. Really? That’s what it takes for you to quit? Sometimes I’m glad that St Louis has the “best fans in baseball” because a lot of them couldn’t hack two months of being a Cubs fan. If that’s the best, I’ll take being the worst any day.
Something I would have liked to have said Saturday night but didn’t because I really like someone else in the band: “I would love for your band to make it big. It would be really good for the music industry as I’m sure Chad Kroeger could use a break from being the biggest self-idolizing douchebag in music.”
Congratulations to my friend Georgia and her new husband Jay. They were married over the weekend and Carol, Chris, and I attended the reception in Cedar Hill, MO. Since Chris knew very few people that were going to be there, Carol and I were going to introduce him as our communal lover, but nobody asked. That sucks because it would have been really funny. Or maybe not.
*Note to self – in two years when Georgia’s daughter Marissa is 18, write a blog on how absolutely gorgeous she is. Until then, avoid all contact with her for both legal and moral reasons*
Actually, I have known Marissa since she was 5 and had a bunch of teeth missing out of her head. I haven’t seen her in person in a long time, but Georgia has warned me of how “hot” (her words, not mine) she had become. Upon seeing her on Saturday, I have to say that she has grown up to be a beautiful young woman and she will be breaking hearts for years to come. Be good Marissa!!!
I’m sad today because my co-worker Kelly is leaving our department for another position within the company. Around the office I say I’m sad because I will miss her presence, but since neither she nor anyone else from my office reads this blog and I will continue to call them out until someone tells me to stop, I will say that I’m just pissed because that bitch is leaving us all with a shit ton of work to do.
My co-workers suck.
I received a tip this weekend from Carol and my friend Meghan on how to pose for pictures so that you can look your best. These are the results:
If that’s my best, I’ll just avoid the camera in the future.
Oh yeah, that’s Chris on my on my right and Daryl on my left. Well, I guess it could be Chris to your left but by my right shoulder and Daryl to your right but by my left shoulder… Oh, geez. Chris is the white guy and Daryl’s the black guy.
I guess I could have just said that Chris is the one with hair and let you extrapolate the rest…
Extrapolate.
Seeing that fall is right around the corner, that means the fall TV shows are coming back on. I’ll be waiting right here for you McHale. Right. F*cking. Here.
Something else I should have said on Saturday night but didn’t because I just didn’t think of it at the time: “I asked my friend ‘the guy who rips off Eddie Vedder’ to come up here tonight because I thought you guys would have a TON in common.”
Guitar solo.
Alright, enough of that. In all actuality, the person I’m speaking of is very talented and has a drive and determination to succeed in music like I’ve never seen before. It is admirable that he can accomplish so much even while being developmentally disabled.
Just did some fact checking and I am required by law to put an “alleged” in front of the “developmentally disabled” from the previous statement.
Seriously, I really meant what I said before the whole “allegedly developmentally disabled” part. Just because we have a few beers and bust each other’s chops a little doesn’t mean that I don’t respect what he does. Unfortunately, I’m just not as quick witted with my mouth as I am with a keyboard in front of me so I need to save my jabs until a later date. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t read this blog, but I think one of his band mates does. In all honesty, I wish you guys the best. Go kick some ass in Chicago.
Now if you could just get rid of that dumbass promoter that you use : )
Alright, I’m done. I just want to thank everyone that I ran into this weekend for all of your nice comments about my blog. It’s good to know that people read this drivel and get a good laugh out of it. And for Stacey Ward, I hope you actually took the time to scroll down and read the part of the blog that isn’t in the preview pane on your phone. Now go stick THAT in your blog…
Thanks for reading.
I've been told I need to comment more on my husbands posts. Here you go. I hope Stacey reads this, too!
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