One thing that we had always wanted to do is go camping. I had gone several times as a kid with my parents, but never by myself.
So Jill and I decided to go with Ben and Katherine Hutchens a couple of years ago. Not being that experienced, we went to a KOA campsite so that we weren't going to be totally roughing it. I talked to a friend a few years back who was talking to me about going camping and they were talking about bringing their own toilet paper and she made it sound like taking a dip in the lake was the equivalent of showering. I definitely wasn't going to have a Blair Witch Project type scenario, so the KOA was perfect.
So, we got there and pulled out everything and set up our tent and everything else. Before I go into the weekend, let me start off by saying that we were camping on a weekend where the humidity was at least 70%. It was awful. The first day, we inflated our air mattress and put our sheets and sleeping bag on top. When we went to bed, there was so much dew on our sheets and sleeping bags that I thought someone had drooled all over my bedding. It was so gross. There is nothing like being out in the wilderness and the sheets are literally sticking to your body like you're having a wet t-shirt contest. I swear you could have created a perfect mold of my body from the sheet. When we woke up in the morning, we packed our sheets and sleeping bags into the car, and didn't pull them out until right before we went to bed and that seemed to solve that problem.
There's something interesting about waking up on a campsite. You have to be conscious that there are several other people within a very short distance of you. For example, one morning I got up and noticed that there was a water jug outside of the tent next to us. I thought that was weird. I mean, if they wanted water in case they got thirsty before bed, why not bring the water in with them? Why leave it outside the tent? Well, the answer to my question was soon answered when I noticed that they brought the jug into the tent and then after a few moments, brought it back out and there was a yellowish liquid that had not previously been occupying the jug. What's worse was that I'm pretty sure this was shared by a male and female. How on earth did they execute that first thing in the morning? I mean, if they were awake enough to prevent spillage, they could have just as easily done the walk of shame to the bathroom, which wasn't very far away. But I digress.
There was a small lake behind our campsite, which was at least 3 quarters algae. There were so many lily pads that I could barely tell there was water. What little water I could see was so black, it was impossible to see more than a few inches into the water.
The lake was pretty modest. It couldn't have been wider than about 50 yards or so. I had this small mini football and Ben and I decided to try and see if I could throw the football and reach the other side. I was pretty confident because the ball fit into my hand well and like I said, the lake wasn't very wide. So I wound up and threw it. The ball launched into the air. I practically launched myself into the disgusting lake. Whew! That was close! Then this look of horror came over my face as I realized that the ball had no chance of making it to the other side. I see the ball plop down and determine that I can get a stick and bring the ball back to land. Ben and I walk around. Once we reach the other side, we see that the ball is about 20 feet away from land. I have my bathing suit on, so I figure that I will just walk in and get the ball. It's disgusting, but how deep could it be. Well, on my second step in, I'm sinking like I've just stepped into quicksand and as it is, the water is up to my waist. I've determined at this point there is considerable risk to any attempt at walking in to get the ball. As I mentioned before, there are tons of lilly pads for as far as the eye can see. I decide that this 4.95 football is valuable enough that I should risk my life by swimming into this black goop. I dive in and to my surprise, the lily pads are connected to the ground via a series of root type vines. I suppose I should have been paying closer attention in science class because I did not realize the root system existed, although it makes perfect sense now. So, I'm swinging my arms to create a path through the lily pads and the roots are coiling around my arms and legs. At this point, I don't know what is creating more panic, the root coilage, or the effort to keep my head as high as possible as to avoid the black sludge going anywhere near my face/mouth/nose, etc.
So, I get to the football and decide, rather than stop I'm going to make a U-Turn and head back. I get back and literally look like Swamp Thing. There is black and green sludge all over my body. Here's the worst part. We just realize that church is in like 30 minutes and I look at smell like a landfill. I go and simulate a shower and I'm pretty sure I clogged up the drain with mud, slime, and algae. In church, I'm quite sure everyone was looking at me to determine the source of "that smell".
What my friend Ben remarked about the experience is that it was "the roughest doggie paddle" he'd ever seen. But at least I still have my "prized" football.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
8 Days of Celebration! Volume 1 - The Dairy Queen Chronicles
To celebrate the season of Hanakkuh, I am telling 8 of the funniest Jeff stories that I can think of. Here's the first.
The Dairy Queen Chronicles
So, back when I lived in NY I used to date a girl named Jocelyn. She was great for me because she helped me get out of shell. I definitely needed it. But, by the same token, she was a little impulsive for me. There were many times where I didn't know what was coming next. It usually takes 2 to Tango, so I'm going to leave the rest of that alone. While dating, we frequently visited this Dairy Queen near Angola, NY. Somewhere out there, there is someone reading this that will remember this incident. It was back in 1996. There are 2 that I'm going to bridge into 1.
Jocelyn liked to egg me on at various points and her sister Alison and I would return the favor by acting like #4 from the movie, Multiplicity. For some reason, we enjoyed doing this in public at the top of our lungs.
One day, we are in a tremendously long line, waiting to order our Blizzards. She kept doing something annoying. I don't have a clue what she was doing, but it was something along the lines of giving me a wet willie or flicking my ear. I told her to stop. She did it again. I told her to stop again. She did it again. After some time, you've got to realize that if you don't stop something, it will continue to happen. I told her that if she did that again, then there would be consequences. Always one to push the envelope, she chuckled and did it again. I picked her up and threw her, butt first, into a nearby bush. The best part was completely unintentional on my part. She fell rather far into the bush, and therefore couldn't get out. Imagine sitting in a chair and putting your feet into the air so that are feet are about 2 feet apart with your toes pointed to the ceiling (your feet should be above your head). Now take your arms and reach out as if trying to touch your toes. This is what Jocelyn looked like. Now, the 2nd best part was everyone in line that was standing around us. They began to laugh and cackle wildly. I think at one point someone helped her out. It certainly wasn't me. I was laughing too hard.
So, we get our blizzards and go sit in my car to eat them. Jocelyn sticks her finger in her blizzard and wipes it on my nose. Ugh! Disgusting. Nothing like melted ice cream near your nose on a hot summer evening. I told her to stop. She did it again. At this point, the germ-a-phob in me is starting to get anxious. I told her that if she did it again there would be consequences. Let me add in at this time that Jocelyn had long blond hair that was probably one of her favorite features. She wiped along slug's worth on my nose. At that point, I dug my hand into my Blizzard, whipped it out like I was rip starting a lawn mower, and ran my ice cream filled hand down the back of her head. She slapped the back of my scalp with a hand ful of her Blizzard. Before long, we were wrestling in the front seat of my car with ice cream flying everywhere. I sold my car in 1999 and there was still ice cream on the ceiling of that car the day I parted with it. So, we finished, and drove back to her parents house where my belongings were that I had to retreive to go home. In order to get my things I had to go through the living room where Jocelyn's mom was watching tv. We walked in and Jocelyn and I are both standing there in the hallway with crap eating grins on our faces. We're waving "Hi" as if nothing is wrong. Full disclosure; at this point, we're both covered with ice cream from head to toe. There are literally chunks of Blizzard mix in Jocelyn's hair. I had more Blizzard paraphenelia on my face than a Native America's application of war paint. Her mom looked us up and down like a meat head would undress the most popular girl in school. "You two are disgusting, " she snarled our way. We both let out a huge cackle and ran upstairs. My car smelled so bad for weeks. I remember several times getting in thinking that I had the B.O. car from Seinfeld.
The Dairy Queen Chronicles
So, back when I lived in NY I used to date a girl named Jocelyn. She was great for me because she helped me get out of shell. I definitely needed it. But, by the same token, she was a little impulsive for me. There were many times where I didn't know what was coming next. It usually takes 2 to Tango, so I'm going to leave the rest of that alone. While dating, we frequently visited this Dairy Queen near Angola, NY. Somewhere out there, there is someone reading this that will remember this incident. It was back in 1996. There are 2 that I'm going to bridge into 1.
Jocelyn liked to egg me on at various points and her sister Alison and I would return the favor by acting like #4 from the movie, Multiplicity. For some reason, we enjoyed doing this in public at the top of our lungs.
One day, we are in a tremendously long line, waiting to order our Blizzards. She kept doing something annoying. I don't have a clue what she was doing, but it was something along the lines of giving me a wet willie or flicking my ear. I told her to stop. She did it again. I told her to stop again. She did it again. After some time, you've got to realize that if you don't stop something, it will continue to happen. I told her that if she did that again, then there would be consequences. Always one to push the envelope, she chuckled and did it again. I picked her up and threw her, butt first, into a nearby bush. The best part was completely unintentional on my part. She fell rather far into the bush, and therefore couldn't get out. Imagine sitting in a chair and putting your feet into the air so that are feet are about 2 feet apart with your toes pointed to the ceiling (your feet should be above your head). Now take your arms and reach out as if trying to touch your toes. This is what Jocelyn looked like. Now, the 2nd best part was everyone in line that was standing around us. They began to laugh and cackle wildly. I think at one point someone helped her out. It certainly wasn't me. I was laughing too hard.
So, we get our blizzards and go sit in my car to eat them. Jocelyn sticks her finger in her blizzard and wipes it on my nose. Ugh! Disgusting. Nothing like melted ice cream near your nose on a hot summer evening. I told her to stop. She did it again. At this point, the germ-a-phob in me is starting to get anxious. I told her that if she did it again there would be consequences. Let me add in at this time that Jocelyn had long blond hair that was probably one of her favorite features. She wiped along slug's worth on my nose. At that point, I dug my hand into my Blizzard, whipped it out like I was rip starting a lawn mower, and ran my ice cream filled hand down the back of her head. She slapped the back of my scalp with a hand ful of her Blizzard. Before long, we were wrestling in the front seat of my car with ice cream flying everywhere. I sold my car in 1999 and there was still ice cream on the ceiling of that car the day I parted with it. So, we finished, and drove back to her parents house where my belongings were that I had to retreive to go home. In order to get my things I had to go through the living room where Jocelyn's mom was watching tv. We walked in and Jocelyn and I are both standing there in the hallway with crap eating grins on our faces. We're waving "Hi" as if nothing is wrong. Full disclosure; at this point, we're both covered with ice cream from head to toe. There are literally chunks of Blizzard mix in Jocelyn's hair. I had more Blizzard paraphenelia on my face than a Native America's application of war paint. Her mom looked us up and down like a meat head would undress the most popular girl in school. "You two are disgusting, " she snarled our way. We both let out a huge cackle and ran upstairs. My car smelled so bad for weeks. I remember several times getting in thinking that I had the B.O. car from Seinfeld.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Sunday! Sunday! Sunday!
The weather here has been horrible lately. Allow me to recap my past few days.
Last weekend, Jill and I flew to Miami to see the Dolphins beat the Patriots. It was so awesome, mainly because we could relax and the weather was wonderful. We were down there until Monday. The thrill of the entire weekend for me was that Joe Perry played the pregame show outside of the stadium.
Side note here - I hate the Dolphins and the Patriots, but this was a present for my wife, so I'm glad to go and see here have fun. One thing that the Dolphins do better than anyone is create a party atmosphere outside and inside their stadium. There is music, 2 dollar beers, games, and inexpensive food. Both times that we've gone we've had such a great time. I've been to 3 Jets games and the atmosphere sucks, there is nothing outside of the stadium to get excited about and everyone is cynical.
The concert was really good. I actually think that I want his new CD. I think his new band is The Joe Perry Experience. The music was great. One thing that puzzled me was that Joe Perry was wearing a scarf and a leather jacket that was buttoned up. It had to be at least 80 degrees, and I was sweating like crazy. The person in front of me had sweat visably dripping from their calf. How on earth was he performing with this jacket and scarf on like it was 20 degrees out. I was getting ready to pass out just looking at him. I cannot tell you how hot I was just listening to the music and the only thing I was doing was moving around like a white guy.
The game was a good one. The Patriots got out to a 2 TD lead early and it was at that time that I noticed that the tickets I got Jill were in Patriotville. There were tons of Pats fans around us, gloating, and carrying on. By the end of the game, when Miami took the lead and then held on, it looked like a morgue around us. Everyone in our row was sitting with their heads down, dejected. Jill tried to take a picture, but they ran for the exits too quickly.
So, Tuesday, I flew to Dallas to see "Dana from Dallas".
The back story is that when Dana came to Charlotte a few years ago, he became the bartender and every time someone walked in he was like "Hi! I'm Dana from Dallas, here's a drink..." So, now everyone that was at that party refers to him as Dana from Dallas.
During my visit, we went and visited some sights, the most significant being the Dallas Cowboys new stadium. Now Dana doesn't care a lick about sports, but he loved looking at the structure of the stadium. We also toured the area around the stadium. Six Flags is right there, along with The Ballpark at Arlington.
On Saturday I came back to Charlotte and, believe it or not, from the time I left Miami I have not experienced temperatures above the 40s. I suppose next year I'm going to have to go to the Equator or something.
Last weekend, Jill and I flew to Miami to see the Dolphins beat the Patriots. It was so awesome, mainly because we could relax and the weather was wonderful. We were down there until Monday. The thrill of the entire weekend for me was that Joe Perry played the pregame show outside of the stadium.
Side note here - I hate the Dolphins and the Patriots, but this was a present for my wife, so I'm glad to go and see here have fun. One thing that the Dolphins do better than anyone is create a party atmosphere outside and inside their stadium. There is music, 2 dollar beers, games, and inexpensive food. Both times that we've gone we've had such a great time. I've been to 3 Jets games and the atmosphere sucks, there is nothing outside of the stadium to get excited about and everyone is cynical.
The concert was really good. I actually think that I want his new CD. I think his new band is The Joe Perry Experience. The music was great. One thing that puzzled me was that Joe Perry was wearing a scarf and a leather jacket that was buttoned up. It had to be at least 80 degrees, and I was sweating like crazy. The person in front of me had sweat visably dripping from their calf. How on earth was he performing with this jacket and scarf on like it was 20 degrees out. I was getting ready to pass out just looking at him. I cannot tell you how hot I was just listening to the music and the only thing I was doing was moving around like a white guy.
The game was a good one. The Patriots got out to a 2 TD lead early and it was at that time that I noticed that the tickets I got Jill were in Patriotville. There were tons of Pats fans around us, gloating, and carrying on. By the end of the game, when Miami took the lead and then held on, it looked like a morgue around us. Everyone in our row was sitting with their heads down, dejected. Jill tried to take a picture, but they ran for the exits too quickly.
So, Tuesday, I flew to Dallas to see "Dana from Dallas".
The back story is that when Dana came to Charlotte a few years ago, he became the bartender and every time someone walked in he was like "Hi! I'm Dana from Dallas, here's a drink..." So, now everyone that was at that party refers to him as Dana from Dallas.
During my visit, we went and visited some sights, the most significant being the Dallas Cowboys new stadium. Now Dana doesn't care a lick about sports, but he loved looking at the structure of the stadium. We also toured the area around the stadium. Six Flags is right there, along with The Ballpark at Arlington.
On Saturday I came back to Charlotte and, believe it or not, from the time I left Miami I have not experienced temperatures above the 40s. I suppose next year I'm going to have to go to the Equator or something.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Welcome to the Book Store
I think that homeless people really are missing the boat. I see them all the time on the side of the road asking for money. They are unshaven, unkept and dirty. There is a lot of job hazard there. There are cars honking at you, it could be raining, snowing, or you could get heat exhaustion. That's a lot to deal with. Plus, you're on your feet all day. Talk to any cashier and they will tell you that this is a lot to deal with for 8 hours, let alone an entire day.
I would propose that they go and hang out at their local bookstore. There is everything they could imagine there, such as, comfortable chairs and couches, coffee, snacks, a restroom, and to top it all off, there is more reading material than they could ever possibly imagine. Why would I ever want to go live under an overpass when I could just spend all of my days in a bookstore. Plus, if you are able to come across a computer, you could get free wireless ALL DAY LONG! What a life! You could simulate a shower in the bathroom, while shaving. If you needed a job, you could work the midnight shift somewhere while the bookstore is closed. It would be a win-win.
Come to think of it, I wonder how a homeless person gets a job. Every job I've had makes you write down your address on your initial application. If you're homeless, how does that work? Do you put the address of the bookstore that you're staying? Also, if you had this midnight shift job, how would the sleep situation work. I'm pretty sure that if they fell asleep in a bookstore they would be asked to leave. This presents a problem. Although, when I worked at Garden Ridge, I would find a shelf of pillows and fall asleep in the back, so I suppose they could do this. Wasn't there a movie about that with Natalie Portman? I think so. I'm pretty sure she lived at Walmart and ended up having a baby there. The only thing that wasn't realistic about that was the Walmart closing. I don't think I've ever seen a Walmart close. Do they even close on Christmas? I'm pretty sure that they're money hungry. Somewhere in Arkansas, there is a guy with a Walmart embroidered tie that is talking about how they can corner the market by being open Christmas day because no one else is. Walmart really sucks. They are sucking this country dry.
I would propose that they go and hang out at their local bookstore. There is everything they could imagine there, such as, comfortable chairs and couches, coffee, snacks, a restroom, and to top it all off, there is more reading material than they could ever possibly imagine. Why would I ever want to go live under an overpass when I could just spend all of my days in a bookstore. Plus, if you are able to come across a computer, you could get free wireless ALL DAY LONG! What a life! You could simulate a shower in the bathroom, while shaving. If you needed a job, you could work the midnight shift somewhere while the bookstore is closed. It would be a win-win.
Come to think of it, I wonder how a homeless person gets a job. Every job I've had makes you write down your address on your initial application. If you're homeless, how does that work? Do you put the address of the bookstore that you're staying? Also, if you had this midnight shift job, how would the sleep situation work. I'm pretty sure that if they fell asleep in a bookstore they would be asked to leave. This presents a problem. Although, when I worked at Garden Ridge, I would find a shelf of pillows and fall asleep in the back, so I suppose they could do this. Wasn't there a movie about that with Natalie Portman? I think so. I'm pretty sure she lived at Walmart and ended up having a baby there. The only thing that wasn't realistic about that was the Walmart closing. I don't think I've ever seen a Walmart close. Do they even close on Christmas? I'm pretty sure that they're money hungry. Somewhere in Arkansas, there is a guy with a Walmart embroidered tie that is talking about how they can corner the market by being open Christmas day because no one else is. Walmart really sucks. They are sucking this country dry.
Dallas
When you go on vacation to a southern city, you really don't plan on packing sweatshirts, heavy coats and the like, but that is exactly what I had to do when coming to Dallas for this week. The temperature this morning was 26 here. I believe that it's supposed to get up to 45, but man is that cold. I think that I read somewhere that when I return to Charlotte there's going to be snow flurries. Man, I can't get away from that stuff.
Many people I talk to say that they love snow and can't wait to see some flakes. I'm completely the opposite. Being from up north, I've had quite enough of the white stuff. I remember days where the snow was so high it was over my head, but we still had to go to school. In Charlotte, they get a couple of inches and everyone drives like they've lost their minds. Most of the roads are icy messes, but still people drive with reckless abandon.
So, yesterday, I went out to eat and did some sightseeing, which was fun. There is a lot to see down here. It's similar to Charlotte in that everything is new and there is construction in many places. Right now, I'm sitting in a Barnes and Noble that, most likely, didn't exist 2 years ago.
So, speaking of the B and N. I'm here to work on my book. Yes, I know. The book that was supposed to be finished by summer. I've gotten to the point where it stinks so much that I don't know what to do with it. It's so long that it's hard for me to go back to revise because it's like a never ending process. It's almost better for me to keep forging ahead and then when I'm finished revise the entire thing at that time. That is a daunting task, but it seems more practical to me than if I go back and rework what I've done and then continue writing. ERRRRRR, what to do, what to do....
Many people I talk to say that they love snow and can't wait to see some flakes. I'm completely the opposite. Being from up north, I've had quite enough of the white stuff. I remember days where the snow was so high it was over my head, but we still had to go to school. In Charlotte, they get a couple of inches and everyone drives like they've lost their minds. Most of the roads are icy messes, but still people drive with reckless abandon.
So, yesterday, I went out to eat and did some sightseeing, which was fun. There is a lot to see down here. It's similar to Charlotte in that everything is new and there is construction in many places. Right now, I'm sitting in a Barnes and Noble that, most likely, didn't exist 2 years ago.
So, speaking of the B and N. I'm here to work on my book. Yes, I know. The book that was supposed to be finished by summer. I've gotten to the point where it stinks so much that I don't know what to do with it. It's so long that it's hard for me to go back to revise because it's like a never ending process. It's almost better for me to keep forging ahead and then when I'm finished revise the entire thing at that time. That is a daunting task, but it seems more practical to me than if I go back and rework what I've done and then continue writing. ERRRRRR, what to do, what to do....
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Miami
Jill and I went to Miami this weekend for the Dolphins-Patriots game. It was such a great time! The weather was wonderful and the game was a lot of fun too! Jill was happy because the Dolphins won. I didn't care about the outcome. Both teams are enemies of the Jets, so I was just hoping that it was going to be a good game.
Our hotel was really nice. I highly recommend if you are ever staying on Hollywood Blvd. in Florida to stay at the Quality Inn that lies between 50th and 48th. The hotel was recently renovated, very clean, and the continental breakfast was very good! The thing that we love about Choice Hotels, of which the Quality Inn is one, is that the rates are moderate and you get the same type of room no matter what city you stay in.
I bought a new Air Hockey Table on the day after Thanksgiving and it was delivered right before we left for Miami, so I'm really excited to put it together. I've been wanting one for years and now it's finally here!
Our hotel was really nice. I highly recommend if you are ever staying on Hollywood Blvd. in Florida to stay at the Quality Inn that lies between 50th and 48th. The hotel was recently renovated, very clean, and the continental breakfast was very good! The thing that we love about Choice Hotels, of which the Quality Inn is one, is that the rates are moderate and you get the same type of room no matter what city you stay in.
I bought a new Air Hockey Table on the day after Thanksgiving and it was delivered right before we left for Miami, so I'm really excited to put it together. I've been wanting one for years and now it's finally here!
Thursday, December 3, 2009
You don't have to agree on everything...it's not like launching a missle where you both have to turn your keys at the same time
So, Thanksgiving leftovers are going well. Up to this time, Jill has been making me suffer through with the white meat, while there is a perfectly good pile of dark meat in the ziplock container. I dipped into that this evening as part of my leftover fiesta!!!
Full disclosure, I just read on someone's facebook page that this dude is single in case Tiger's wife wants to even the score. Bahahahahahahaha!
Ever remember those episodes of Scooby Doo when you were little when they would point into a pitch dark room in a creepy house and tell Scooby to go check it out. Being the smart dog that he was, he politely declined. But hold the phone, as Scooby Snacks are in the house. An adamant denial is all of a sudden in doubt. Scooby is like, "Well.....if you put it that way...." All of a sudden, he's doing all kinds of depth defying feats. I never understood how a Scooby snack could change things that dramatically until we got Sammie. She could be in the middle of anything short of dinner and if I mention the "Cookie" word, then she stops everything and is into slobber mode. The best is when she has a toy in her mouth. As soon as we say the word cookie, Sammie's like the heck with That, I heard the "Cookie" word and that only means one thing and it ain't too shabby!!!
Full disclosure, I just read on someone's facebook page that this dude is single in case Tiger's wife wants to even the score. Bahahahahahahaha!
Ever remember those episodes of Scooby Doo when you were little when they would point into a pitch dark room in a creepy house and tell Scooby to go check it out. Being the smart dog that he was, he politely declined. But hold the phone, as Scooby Snacks are in the house. An adamant denial is all of a sudden in doubt. Scooby is like, "Well.....if you put it that way...." All of a sudden, he's doing all kinds of depth defying feats. I never understood how a Scooby snack could change things that dramatically until we got Sammie. She could be in the middle of anything short of dinner and if I mention the "Cookie" word, then she stops everything and is into slobber mode. The best is when she has a toy in her mouth. As soon as we say the word cookie, Sammie's like the heck with That, I heard the "Cookie" word and that only means one thing and it ain't too shabby!!!
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
December 1
Today is the first day of December and the beginning of the last month of the year. So much has changed. I had surgery in January to help open my airways. What a difference that made. I've changed offices from Crystal to Small Electrics and Luggage. My first boss moved to Minnesota, then my next boss moved to Atlanta. All totaled, I'm working on my 4th boss since this time last year. The Yankees won the World Series. We got a new puppy, named Sammie (Samantha Mumba Leardini). We made tons of new friends, had a great vacation with Linn, Eric, Kevin, and Babette, and organized a fun picnic in April.
The new year will be awesome! We're going to spend our anniversary in California with the Andersons. I just bought a new Air Hockey table for our basement! My work just reinstated 401K match and raises will start again in March, so that's great news!
I have to say, on another note, this time of year sucks because of all the cheesy christmas movies on tv. I literally heard some people talking about this movie at work the other day regarding this dog named Christmas. First of all, who names anything after a holiday? I mean, I'm not naming Sammie "Day of the Dead" or anything. After all, it is a feel good holiday, but it's just not appropriate for naming purposes. On the second note, who is watching a movie about a dog. What? Was Lassie not available? Old Yeller being saved for another time of year? White Fang already been checked out? I mean, come on...you can not tell me in this day and age of 200+ TV stations there was not a crime drama/sporting event/hollywood minute/headline news/etc show to watch (In that vein, you should seriously check out A&E, they have the best shows that almost nobody knows about - Parking Wars, Hoarders, Gene Simmons Family Jewels, Sell This House, Intervention ----> they're all the best, let me tell you)
The bottom line is that while I am a pet lover, these movies are the worst. Almost as bad are the annoying Christmas carols that you hear. I seriously had someone quote "I want a Hippopotamus for Christmas". Youtube this. You won't thank me. This is the worst song I've ever heard. I think that a 5 year old with the trots could do better. Diarrhea, Cha-Cha-Cha......
The new year will be awesome! We're going to spend our anniversary in California with the Andersons. I just bought a new Air Hockey table for our basement! My work just reinstated 401K match and raises will start again in March, so that's great news!
I have to say, on another note, this time of year sucks because of all the cheesy christmas movies on tv. I literally heard some people talking about this movie at work the other day regarding this dog named Christmas. First of all, who names anything after a holiday? I mean, I'm not naming Sammie "Day of the Dead" or anything. After all, it is a feel good holiday, but it's just not appropriate for naming purposes. On the second note, who is watching a movie about a dog. What? Was Lassie not available? Old Yeller being saved for another time of year? White Fang already been checked out? I mean, come on...you can not tell me in this day and age of 200+ TV stations there was not a crime drama/sporting event/hollywood minute/headline news/etc show to watch (In that vein, you should seriously check out A&E, they have the best shows that almost nobody knows about - Parking Wars, Hoarders, Gene Simmons Family Jewels, Sell This House, Intervention ----> they're all the best, let me tell you)
The bottom line is that while I am a pet lover, these movies are the worst. Almost as bad are the annoying Christmas carols that you hear. I seriously had someone quote "I want a Hippopotamus for Christmas". Youtube this. You won't thank me. This is the worst song I've ever heard. I think that a 5 year old with the trots could do better. Diarrhea, Cha-Cha-Cha......
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