At the moment it is a balmy -2 degrees (feels like -22) outside. I never understood the whole "it's -2 but feels like -22" situation with the weather. If it feels like it's -22, than say it's -22!
Obviously since I started off with weather, I don't have much to report. Except that I probably have an assigned seat on the bus to hell for laughing hysterically at this.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Friday, January 18, 2008
Tell me where to buy it
This guy, Dan Dunn, is AMAZING. There's no other word I can use to describe him. I LOVE finding out about new artists, in all mediums - especially atypical ones. Watch until the end to see what I mean!!!!!
www.paintjam.com
www.paintjam.com
Thursday, January 17, 2008
no apologies
To all of you who back the Pack, enjoy this...Everyone who doesn't, set aside your pure disgust for the Packers for 5 minutes and read this article that in my opinion just describes the fans devotion to their team, whoever they may be. Anyone who can't is just hating for the sake of hating and that my friend, is sad.
Seattle Post Intelligencer
GREEN BAY, Wis. -- It's easy to hate the New York Yankees if you're a Boston Red Sox fan, and vice versa. The same goes for the Dallas Cowboys and Washington Redskins, Michigan and Ohio State and those originators of the shotgun formation, the Hatfield's and McCoy's.
But who hates the Green Bay Packers? Steeped in tradition and often viewed through a prism of sepia-tone nostalgia, the Packers have succeeded against all odds in a tiny and remote market, in a 50-year-old (albeit renovated) stadium with aluminum bench seats, in an era of unfettered free agency and corporate greed. OK, if you're a Seahawks fan, you're not feeling all warm and fuzzy about Brett Favre and Al Harris right about now. 'We want the ball and we're going to score!' might be old news, but the sting lingers.
Really, though, do you hate the Packers? Not if you know anything about the history of the National Football League. Not if you've seen those grainy images of the 1967 'Ice Bowl' and Bart Starr's fateful quarterback sneak on the frozen tundra of Lambeau Field. Not if you admire the principles on which Vince Lombardi built a dynasty. Not if you pull for the underdog. In Wisconsin, there is no other option. You are born into Packerdom here. Your great-grandfather cheered for Curly Lambeau and Don Hutson, your grandpa for Paul Hornung and Willie Wood, your dad for James Lofton and Lynn Dickey. Every kid on your block owns a No. 4 jersey.
What makes the Packers special? Start with the fact that there are 112,015 owners, the vast majority of whom hold one share of stock. Formed in the NFL's primordial mist in 1919, the Packers became a non-profit entity four years later and remain the only publicly owned team among the major professional sports. The most recent stock sale, in 1998, netted 106,000 new 'owners' who paid $200 per share (and sent $24 million straight to the team's bottom line) for certificates that are basically worthless. The stock never pays dividends or appreciates in value. But the emotional investment is priceless. When general manager Ted Thompson signs a free agent, the fans can thump their chests and say, 'I helped bring that guy to Green Bay.'
And it's true. Of course, Bob Harlan, who has run the Packers for 19 years, first as president and CEO and more recently as chairman of the board, has a stake in the team. He, too, owns exactly one share of stock. 'I paid $25 for my share when I became president,' said Harlan, who is retiring after the postseason. 'When fans call me, they start out by saying, 'Bob, I'm a fan and a shareholder.' They always point out that they're shareholders. I say, 'Well, I am, too, so let's talk.' Did we mention that Harlan answers his own telephone? There is no administrative assistant to run interference, no automated maze to negotiate. You've got a beef with the injured cornerback or the price of tickets, you go straight to the top dog.
The fact that the Packers can even exist in a city of 100,000 is a minor miracle, due in equal parts to fan loyalty throughout the state and revenue sharing in the NFL. Los Angeles can't support a team but this little frozen outpost can? It's one of the mysteries of the universe. It helps that not much ever happens in Green Bay , other than what occurs at 1265 Lombardi Ave. Lambeau Field -- notice, no naming rights -- is the city's corporate and social epicenter, its source of civic pride, its very heart and soul. The nearest NCAA Division I football team is 2 1/2 hours away at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, and Milwaukee is 115 miles to the south, so the Packers are the only game in town.
Their reach extends north into Michigan 's Upper Peninsula, south into Chicago Bears turf and west clear to the Dakotas (the team had a 40-year head start on the Minnesota Vikings). And that doesn't count the fans who have relocated or the ones Harlan likens to the 'Notre Dame subway alumni.'
'People call me and say, 'I'm a lifelong Packers fan and someday I'd love to see Lambeau Field,' Harlan said. 'They've never even been here.' On game days, the far-flung Cheeseheads converge on Green Bay and fill the Lambeau parking lot hours before kickoff. First-time visitors are blown away by the passion, creativity and dedication of the tailgaters. There's nothing quite like the smell of 10,000 bratwursts sizzling on 1,000 grills and the sight of footballs spiraling through 10-degree air.
The Packers-Seahawks game will mark the 268th consecutive sellout at Lambeau, including playoffs. That's every single game since 1960. The waiting list for season tickets is at 76,800. With an average of 70 fans per year giving up their seats, the guy at the end of the list will have to wait 1,000 years, give or take a few decades, for his name to come up. Season-ticket holders live in all 50 states and several foreign countries, including Japan . Domo arrigato.
The obsession with the team is such that the 10 p.m. TV newscasts in Milwaukee and Green Bay are dominated by Packers developments. The long snapper has an ingrown toenail? That leads the sports report. The price of beer is going up at Lambeau? That's the top story. Brett Favre retires? We don't even want to think about that one.
The Packers have won 12 championships, more than any other NFL franchise, and three Super Bowl titles. The team has sent 21 players to the Hall of Fame. Green Bay city streets are named after former players and coaches, including Mike Holmgren.
But it's not about all that. It's about a unique relationship between a professional sports franchise and its fans. It's about people feeling they're a part of something special, something unique, something good. The Packers don't need throwback jerseys to evoke their glorious past.
In all the ways that count, it's still 1965 here. And always will be.
Now I'm in no way saying the GB Packers are better than any other team, or that no other team has a special history, or that other fans don't have a special bond with their team. But only 2 teams can go to the big show, obviously they deserve to be there (unless you're Bill Belichick and don't have faith in yourself or in your own team to win without being a big fat cheater). So quit being a hater, it just makes you age faster.
Seattle Post Intelligencer
GREEN BAY, Wis. -- It's easy to hate the New York Yankees if you're a Boston Red Sox fan, and vice versa. The same goes for the Dallas Cowboys and Washington Redskins, Michigan and Ohio State and those originators of the shotgun formation, the Hatfield's and McCoy's.
But who hates the Green Bay Packers? Steeped in tradition and often viewed through a prism of sepia-tone nostalgia, the Packers have succeeded against all odds in a tiny and remote market, in a 50-year-old (albeit renovated) stadium with aluminum bench seats, in an era of unfettered free agency and corporate greed. OK, if you're a Seahawks fan, you're not feeling all warm and fuzzy about Brett Favre and Al Harris right about now. 'We want the ball and we're going to score!' might be old news, but the sting lingers.
Really, though, do you hate the Packers? Not if you know anything about the history of the National Football League. Not if you've seen those grainy images of the 1967 'Ice Bowl' and Bart Starr's fateful quarterback sneak on the frozen tundra of Lambeau Field. Not if you admire the principles on which Vince Lombardi built a dynasty. Not if you pull for the underdog. In Wisconsin, there is no other option. You are born into Packerdom here. Your great-grandfather cheered for Curly Lambeau and Don Hutson, your grandpa for Paul Hornung and Willie Wood, your dad for James Lofton and Lynn Dickey. Every kid on your block owns a No. 4 jersey.
What makes the Packers special? Start with the fact that there are 112,015 owners, the vast majority of whom hold one share of stock. Formed in the NFL's primordial mist in 1919, the Packers became a non-profit entity four years later and remain the only publicly owned team among the major professional sports. The most recent stock sale, in 1998, netted 106,000 new 'owners' who paid $200 per share (and sent $24 million straight to the team's bottom line) for certificates that are basically worthless. The stock never pays dividends or appreciates in value. But the emotional investment is priceless. When general manager Ted Thompson signs a free agent, the fans can thump their chests and say, 'I helped bring that guy to Green Bay.'
And it's true. Of course, Bob Harlan, who has run the Packers for 19 years, first as president and CEO and more recently as chairman of the board, has a stake in the team. He, too, owns exactly one share of stock. 'I paid $25 for my share when I became president,' said Harlan, who is retiring after the postseason. 'When fans call me, they start out by saying, 'Bob, I'm a fan and a shareholder.' They always point out that they're shareholders. I say, 'Well, I am, too, so let's talk.' Did we mention that Harlan answers his own telephone? There is no administrative assistant to run interference, no automated maze to negotiate. You've got a beef with the injured cornerback or the price of tickets, you go straight to the top dog.
The fact that the Packers can even exist in a city of 100,000 is a minor miracle, due in equal parts to fan loyalty throughout the state and revenue sharing in the NFL. Los Angeles can't support a team but this little frozen outpost can? It's one of the mysteries of the universe. It helps that not much ever happens in Green Bay , other than what occurs at 1265 Lombardi Ave. Lambeau Field -- notice, no naming rights -- is the city's corporate and social epicenter, its source of civic pride, its very heart and soul. The nearest NCAA Division I football team is 2 1/2 hours away at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, and Milwaukee is 115 miles to the south, so the Packers are the only game in town.
Their reach extends north into Michigan 's Upper Peninsula, south into Chicago Bears turf and west clear to the Dakotas (the team had a 40-year head start on the Minnesota Vikings). And that doesn't count the fans who have relocated or the ones Harlan likens to the 'Notre Dame subway alumni.'
'People call me and say, 'I'm a lifelong Packers fan and someday I'd love to see Lambeau Field,' Harlan said. 'They've never even been here.' On game days, the far-flung Cheeseheads converge on Green Bay and fill the Lambeau parking lot hours before kickoff. First-time visitors are blown away by the passion, creativity and dedication of the tailgaters. There's nothing quite like the smell of 10,000 bratwursts sizzling on 1,000 grills and the sight of footballs spiraling through 10-degree air.
The Packers-Seahawks game will mark the 268th consecutive sellout at Lambeau, including playoffs. That's every single game since 1960. The waiting list for season tickets is at 76,800. With an average of 70 fans per year giving up their seats, the guy at the end of the list will have to wait 1,000 years, give or take a few decades, for his name to come up. Season-ticket holders live in all 50 states and several foreign countries, including Japan . Domo arrigato.
The obsession with the team is such that the 10 p.m. TV newscasts in Milwaukee and Green Bay are dominated by Packers developments. The long snapper has an ingrown toenail? That leads the sports report. The price of beer is going up at Lambeau? That's the top story. Brett Favre retires? We don't even want to think about that one.
The Packers have won 12 championships, more than any other NFL franchise, and three Super Bowl titles. The team has sent 21 players to the Hall of Fame. Green Bay city streets are named after former players and coaches, including Mike Holmgren.
But it's not about all that. It's about a unique relationship between a professional sports franchise and its fans. It's about people feeling they're a part of something special, something unique, something good. The Packers don't need throwback jerseys to evoke their glorious past.
In all the ways that count, it's still 1965 here. And always will be.
Now I'm in no way saying the GB Packers are better than any other team, or that no other team has a special history, or that other fans don't have a special bond with their team. But only 2 teams can go to the big show, obviously they deserve to be there (unless you're Bill Belichick and don't have faith in yourself or in your own team to win without being a big fat cheater). So quit being a hater, it just makes you age faster.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Sweet Home Green Bay
I'm going to start of this post with an apology to 3 people who I know read this blog from time to time, and aren't very big fans (ok, not at all) of the green and gold. Just peep this until next season ;-)
Then I'm going to follow that up with, GET OUT YOUR FUCKING CHECKBOOK Giants! The game on Saturday was superb and was awesomely celebrated with taco dip, swedish meatballs and half of a bottle of Gentlemen's Jack. NY, we look forward to slaughtering your asses on Sunday.
Excuse the necessary profanity.
Moving on, I had a little mishap today in true Monday morning fashion. After my shower I was looking in the mirror and noticed my eyebrows had a groucho marx thing goin' on. I used my little handy dandy battery operated shaver mcdealy and in an effort to tame them, accidentally took a chunk out of the middle of my left eyebrow. Damn you twitchy right arm!
It resulted in something that looks a little like this:
After laughing for a good 3-4 minutes while looking at my ridiculous face in the mirror, I took out the trusty brown eyeliner and filled it in. So, if any of you see me around in the next week and notice something is amiss - no I did not join a gang, or attempt to bring any sort of Vanilla Ice fashion back - I'm just an idiot with one of these.
Then I'm going to follow that up with, GET OUT YOUR FUCKING CHECKBOOK Giants! The game on Saturday was superb and was awesomely celebrated with taco dip, swedish meatballs and half of a bottle of Gentlemen's Jack. NY, we look forward to slaughtering your asses on Sunday.
Excuse the necessary profanity.
Moving on, I had a little mishap today in true Monday morning fashion. After my shower I was looking in the mirror and noticed my eyebrows had a groucho marx thing goin' on. I used my little handy dandy battery operated shaver mcdealy and in an effort to tame them, accidentally took a chunk out of the middle of my left eyebrow. Damn you twitchy right arm!
It resulted in something that looks a little like this:
After laughing for a good 3-4 minutes while looking at my ridiculous face in the mirror, I took out the trusty brown eyeliner and filled it in. So, if any of you see me around in the next week and notice something is amiss - no I did not join a gang, or attempt to bring any sort of Vanilla Ice fashion back - I'm just an idiot with one of these.
Monday, January 7, 2008
January 7th i.e. June 11th
I just have to post this, because it's awesome. This is the temperature at the moment and as Katie said, it usually IS the same temp around her birthday (Jan 6th) as it is around mine (June 11th). Only in Wisconsin I tell you!
heavens to betsy!
I haven't bloggededed in what feels like at least 3 or 4 years! The main reason being there's nothing in particular I feel like going on about. Besides, it's a little difficult to be creative and wordy when you're stressed out. And as far as I know, the only people that read this pretty much know everything by this point anyway, but what the hell.
Our company was closed from the 22nd - January 1st and I have to admit the time off was truly glorious. I had had it up to here with 2007 and needed to send off the last week of the year with good friends, family and the bottom of the Jack D bottle - not hanging out in the sneezefest of the 5th floor. I'll be completely honest with you and say half the time I didn't even know what day of the week it was, for all I know Thursday could have been the new Monday. With the exception of the Holidays themselves I didn't have much of a schedule to stick with, however I feel I did make good use of the time off.
Friday the 21st I took it back to '99 with some friends of mine from high school with a little old fashioned sleepover and board games - although this time (almost 10 years later) the liquor was a-flowin' and we were holed up in Jessica's new condo instead of Corthine's basement using an old strawberry-shaped toy chest as a drum. Corthine, like the good lush she is, brought supplies for chocolate martinis and they were outstanding. Dear Andrea brought Blokus which Corthine described as 'the opposite of Tetris' to which I retorted 'it's more like the opposite of fun'. Needless to say, I wasn't a fan. However she redeemed herself upon bringing Apples to Apples which I enjoyed so much that I encouraged my mom to go out and get it so we could play.
The Holidays also brought many friends back to the homeland and on Saturday the 22nd I Qdoba'd and shopped with Seany who was in from Japan. Looking back it appears as if the lunch and crowded mall was just a disguise for his absence of a vehicle to eat and last minute Christmas shopping. When I needed to stop in to store to look for last minute gifts, he squirmed and complained of too many 'foreigners' (non Japanese people) - however when it was his turn he was like a kid in a candy store. You can't fool me foo, I'm like Nancy Drew.
By the way, yes, I really am doing this - a day by day of my vacation.
So Sunday the 23rd I shopped some more, this time by myself, and picked up some necessary items for the Christmas festivities. Then decided to meet up with Brad* at his friends house for a little Packer party, which ended up being more of a pity party because the game was TERRIBLE. I wasn't sure how long I'd stay but I ended up having a great time sucking down Coors (yeah, Coors, you KNOW I had to have been having a great time if I'm drinking that urine flavored beer, or is it beer flavored urine?). More friends and family began showing up and before you know it we were playing some retarded drinking game that I didn't understand and ordering pizza. I left at about 8:30 and headed to my parents house, who happen to live up the street, and watched Christmas Vacation.
Sorry, I'm still going.
Monday the 24th - ye olde Christmas Eve at the 'rents abode. All I'm going to say that it was nice, cozy and pretty much a repeat of most years previous, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. The most interesting thing I received was a small fire-proof safe. Upon tearing open the wrapping paper, I wasn't sure if it was in fact a safe, or something she had wrapped in a safe's box. So I opened the box too and sure enough, tucked inside was a little black safe. Her reasoning was that I could use it to store my back up CDs of photos and files from my computer, fair enough! It made me laugh, I can always count on Mom to give me something completely random for Christmas.
I guess that brings us to Tuesday the 25th - Christmas Day. Since my grandparents have either a. passed away or 2. moved to the U.P., we've been sort of left out in the cold for Christmas Day only having somewhere to go if my dad's aunt happens to have it at their place (I know, the world's smallest violin). This year their son ended up having it and for some unknown reason made no mention of us joining them. We ate breakfast and then my brother, mom, dad and I played the new Family Feud game for a couple of hours. In the midst of all that excitement, we were invited to my mom's brother's ex-wife's home (got all that?) for some bloody mary's which ended up being a pretty damn good (but loud) time until I left to watch a movie at Brad's.
I'm sort of sick of doing this....
Where was I? Oh yes, Wednesday the 26th. Blizzard....I braved the weather and met old dear friends of mine, Kelly and Andi at Tumbleweed for lunch. Andi is in the military and was in town for the holidays and we had a great time eating not-so-great food and reminiscing about the days when we all lived in Bay View. Then Brad and I had originally planned to go to Friday's at Miller Park but the weather was less than stellar and his sister ended up inviting us over for chili. I LOVE chili so it was an excellent substitute - on the way there I was informed his parents would also be joining us, it's a good thing I was dressed decent instead of opting for the usual I-live-in-a-recycling-bin-by-the-railroad-tracks look. After that I had made plans with Katie, Z and John for the triumphant return of Monica's. It was a good time with the exception of a little love hiccup between K and J, but shit happens! After that Z and I were troubled by some middle aged douchebag who decided it was his job to tell us how we should live our lives. He did offer us a drink, but I had to drive so I declined. At least Z took advantage of it.
Thursday the 27th K, Z and I went and saw Juno which is nothing short of amazing. Then Z and I lounged at my place while watching Adventures in Babysitting where I learned you don't FUCK with the babysitter and Joe Gipp (I thought it was Gibb but IMDB says Gipp?) is possibly the man I'm going to marry...or I would have in 1987.
Friday the 28th! Friday morning I met my friend Kathern for coffee - I hadn't seen her since high school and in the meantime she's moved to Colorado and had a little boy. So it was really nice to finally catch up! Brad and I go to din with mom and pops at Yen Hwa where I got to consume the always delicious Tsingtao beer and crab rangoons. Then we went to see I Am Legend which I already know I'm buying the second it goes on sale. The movie was....well....just look at this.
uuuugggghhhhhhhh Saturday the 29th. Brad's brother Gary had a party at his place (which is practically next door to the place I met him, well, again) and his ENTIRE family was there. We ate good food, shared some laughs (particularly when his niece thanked Santa for presents and God for milk while saying Grace), drank straight Jack out of the bottle and played 9458 games of pool.
SUNDAy thE 30th. Brad and I went to my parents house for lasagna and board games where all that can be described with the quote of the evening "don't flick it, it's still attached!" - hilarious.
New Years Eve was spent playing Yahtzee and 5000 with my mom in the afternoon, a couple hours at Brad's drinking Gentlemen's Jack, eating texas caviar and taco dip - then the 985 minute drive to Tina's for a low-key evening of more booze and falling asleep early.
NY DAY - movies.
That brings me to the fact that I am now back at work - in the year 2008 - so happy to be out of 2007.
If you read this entire blog, you either need to get back to work - or get a hobby.
Maybe I should take my own advice.
* This is much too long of a story to tell, if you know me you already know the dramatics of The Brad, if you don't you most likely won't care
Our company was closed from the 22nd - January 1st and I have to admit the time off was truly glorious. I had had it up to here with 2007 and needed to send off the last week of the year with good friends, family and the bottom of the Jack D bottle - not hanging out in the sneezefest of the 5th floor. I'll be completely honest with you and say half the time I didn't even know what day of the week it was, for all I know Thursday could have been the new Monday. With the exception of the Holidays themselves I didn't have much of a schedule to stick with, however I feel I did make good use of the time off.
Friday the 21st I took it back to '99 with some friends of mine from high school with a little old fashioned sleepover and board games - although this time (almost 10 years later) the liquor was a-flowin' and we were holed up in Jessica's new condo instead of Corthine's basement using an old strawberry-shaped toy chest as a drum. Corthine, like the good lush she is, brought supplies for chocolate martinis and they were outstanding. Dear Andrea brought Blokus which Corthine described as 'the opposite of Tetris' to which I retorted 'it's more like the opposite of fun'. Needless to say, I wasn't a fan. However she redeemed herself upon bringing Apples to Apples which I enjoyed so much that I encouraged my mom to go out and get it so we could play.
The Holidays also brought many friends back to the homeland and on Saturday the 22nd I Qdoba'd and shopped with Seany who was in from Japan. Looking back it appears as if the lunch and crowded mall was just a disguise for his absence of a vehicle to eat and last minute Christmas shopping. When I needed to stop in to store to look for last minute gifts, he squirmed and complained of too many 'foreigners' (non Japanese people) - however when it was his turn he was like a kid in a candy store. You can't fool me foo, I'm like Nancy Drew.
By the way, yes, I really am doing this - a day by day of my vacation.
So Sunday the 23rd I shopped some more, this time by myself, and picked up some necessary items for the Christmas festivities. Then decided to meet up with Brad* at his friends house for a little Packer party, which ended up being more of a pity party because the game was TERRIBLE. I wasn't sure how long I'd stay but I ended up having a great time sucking down Coors (yeah, Coors, you KNOW I had to have been having a great time if I'm drinking that urine flavored beer, or is it beer flavored urine?). More friends and family began showing up and before you know it we were playing some retarded drinking game that I didn't understand and ordering pizza. I left at about 8:30 and headed to my parents house, who happen to live up the street, and watched Christmas Vacation.
Sorry, I'm still going.
Monday the 24th - ye olde Christmas Eve at the 'rents abode. All I'm going to say that it was nice, cozy and pretty much a repeat of most years previous, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. The most interesting thing I received was a small fire-proof safe. Upon tearing open the wrapping paper, I wasn't sure if it was in fact a safe, or something she had wrapped in a safe's box. So I opened the box too and sure enough, tucked inside was a little black safe. Her reasoning was that I could use it to store my back up CDs of photos and files from my computer, fair enough! It made me laugh, I can always count on Mom to give me something completely random for Christmas.
I guess that brings us to Tuesday the 25th - Christmas Day. Since my grandparents have either a. passed away or 2. moved to the U.P., we've been sort of left out in the cold for Christmas Day only having somewhere to go if my dad's aunt happens to have it at their place (I know, the world's smallest violin). This year their son ended up having it and for some unknown reason made no mention of us joining them. We ate breakfast and then my brother, mom, dad and I played the new Family Feud game for a couple of hours. In the midst of all that excitement, we were invited to my mom's brother's ex-wife's home (got all that?) for some bloody mary's which ended up being a pretty damn good (but loud) time until I left to watch a movie at Brad's.
I'm sort of sick of doing this....
Where was I? Oh yes, Wednesday the 26th. Blizzard....I braved the weather and met old dear friends of mine, Kelly and Andi at Tumbleweed for lunch. Andi is in the military and was in town for the holidays and we had a great time eating not-so-great food and reminiscing about the days when we all lived in Bay View. Then Brad and I had originally planned to go to Friday's at Miller Park but the weather was less than stellar and his sister ended up inviting us over for chili. I LOVE chili so it was an excellent substitute - on the way there I was informed his parents would also be joining us, it's a good thing I was dressed decent instead of opting for the usual I-live-in-a-recycling-bin-by-the-railroad-tracks look. After that I had made plans with Katie, Z and John for the triumphant return of Monica's. It was a good time with the exception of a little love hiccup between K and J, but shit happens! After that Z and I were troubled by some middle aged douchebag who decided it was his job to tell us how we should live our lives. He did offer us a drink, but I had to drive so I declined. At least Z took advantage of it.
Thursday the 27th K, Z and I went and saw Juno which is nothing short of amazing. Then Z and I lounged at my place while watching Adventures in Babysitting where I learned you don't FUCK with the babysitter and Joe Gipp (I thought it was Gibb but IMDB says Gipp?) is possibly the man I'm going to marry...or I would have in 1987.
Friday the 28th! Friday morning I met my friend Kathern for coffee - I hadn't seen her since high school and in the meantime she's moved to Colorado and had a little boy. So it was really nice to finally catch up! Brad and I go to din with mom and pops at Yen Hwa where I got to consume the always delicious Tsingtao beer and crab rangoons. Then we went to see I Am Legend which I already know I'm buying the second it goes on sale. The movie was....well....just look at this.
uuuugggghhhhhhhh Saturday the 29th. Brad's brother Gary had a party at his place (which is practically next door to the place I met him, well, again) and his ENTIRE family was there. We ate good food, shared some laughs (particularly when his niece thanked Santa for presents and God for milk while saying Grace), drank straight Jack out of the bottle and played 9458 games of pool.
SUNDAy thE 30th. Brad and I went to my parents house for lasagna and board games where all that can be described with the quote of the evening "don't flick it, it's still attached!" - hilarious.
New Years Eve was spent playing Yahtzee and 5000 with my mom in the afternoon, a couple hours at Brad's drinking Gentlemen's Jack, eating texas caviar and taco dip - then the 985 minute drive to Tina's for a low-key evening of more booze and falling asleep early.
NY DAY - movies.
That brings me to the fact that I am now back at work - in the year 2008 - so happy to be out of 2007.
If you read this entire blog, you either need to get back to work - or get a hobby.
Maybe I should take my own advice.
* This is much too long of a story to tell, if you know me you already know the dramatics of The Brad, if you don't you most likely won't care
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