Blargh!

 

Owning a home means always having a project to do.

 

I suppose if you built a new home, perhaps this would be less, but buying an older home guarantees a minimal amount of time where you honestly have nothing to do.  Perhaps that has more to do with our society.  Go go go, gimme a Mc Pizza with my Mc Bread.  Gimme faster high speed internet.  Gimme gimme gimme.  Having nothing to do would be inconceivable.

 

I heard from a prof once that if everyone on the planet lived like North Americans, we would need 2.5 earth's to sustain everyone's lifestyle. 

 

My wife tells me that the last couple days have been very busy, thanks to Ralph bucks coming out.  Our's are already spent.  At least now we can do laundry again. 

 

I guess I should go work on our empty room that once was a bathroom and hopefully will be again someday. 

My wife happens to have a birthday which is the around Valentine's Day.  That is the pits to me.  Because every other year she expects me to take my turn at planning Valentine's Day romance.  But the day before I just finished with the Birthday romance.  Man.  A man can only do so much within the same week.

 

On the other hand, I do get about six months off before the annuilversity.  I suppose there are the upsides.

 

Wes has been staying with us for the last week, which has been going fairly well.  This morning he was quite sure that he was not going to take a shower after working out in the gym.  It is hard to argue with his moods. 

 

Tomorrow is the big flames game that 33 people are attending from around these parts.  I reckon twill be right purdy like.  Go flames go.

Why is it that everyone thinks that their own voice sounds dumb when they hear it played back to them?

 

My theory is that everyone has a little switch in their ear that turns on when they are talking so that they can't actually hear themselves.  With some, this would even have an effect on when they sing.  The art of overriding that switch is something the ancient masters learned along with how to get the caramel into the caramilk bar.

 

On an unrelated note, something that is the pits = slow internet connections.   Top pet peeve = slow internet connections that claim to be "high-speed."  So angry.

 

I can't even go on.

 

I'm out.

Today I checked the statistics on this here website, and I now have 159 hits.  Booya.  Soon I will be a regular Don Juan of blogs.  I wonder if you get enough people looking at your ramblings, would companies pay to have their ads on your site?  Money making scheme?  Soon I shall be rich and famous.

 

Remember Inspector Gadget?  That was a good show.  I liked how you only ever saw Dr. Claw's hand and cat.  The real life movie wrecked that.  I never did see it, but in the previews, they showed his face and a big stupid claw, and that turned me off.  I wonder if there were any henchmen that punched themselves in the head as a way of saluting?

 

Note from personal experience: never buy a movie that you have not yet seen.  Even if it is a good deal.  Peter Pan - "Family Movie of the Year" my foot!  It was lacklustre at best.  And a stinking filth ridden attempt at telling a story that Disney already did.  Well, I suppose it could be worse.  I was told that it was closer to the book, so perhaps that gives it some extra merit.

 

At this point, I should come up with a catchy and yet poignant way to end this entry.

 

Don't eat bricks,

 

Nater