kenna

blue moon!  yee haw I love me a blue moon.

I would like to rant a bit about the chili cheese dog I had for lunch today.  So I goes to the little bar b q thing outside of work, I am working through lunch and need something quick.  they are always overpriced, but i see chili dog on the menu for 2.75 and I think to myself, hey, I can swing that.  So I orders my dog and she says, “would you like cheese with that?”, and I think to myself, OF COURSE I want cheese with that! so I says yes please!  And then like a phantom in the night, my chili dog for 2.75 was magically transformed into a 3.75 chili CHEESE dog.  a dollar, a DOLLAR for a half a handful of generic shredded chedder cheese.  I almost ralphed.  right there.  in front of everyone.  who DOES that anyway.

I got a picture of the western sky leaving work a couple days ago and it even looked pretty good throuh my pos canon digital

i hate you hate you hate you.  you can ruin my day any day of the week.  i hope you and your so called “rebate program” scheme rot for eternity in you know where.  you KNOW WHERE.

I have also now burned my mouth on top of my sunburn and I don’t like it one little bit.

i have sunburn.  a lot of very red sunburn and it hurts.  if you have skin as white as the clouds in the sky, and you think to yourself, oh its not that hot, i think i’ll wait for an hour before I put sunscreen on while I ride on this boat in the middle of the water on this cloudless sunny day- stop, stop right there and put on the sunscreen whitey, do it.

you know the big round buttons with the handicapped symbol on them next to most doors in public places, you hit it and the door opens so that if you are in a wheelchair you can get through without needing someone else to hold the door open for you?  fantastic idea, I think they are great.  but here is my beef; if you are a perfectly able bodied person I don’t think you should be able to use them. period. ever ever ever, especially indoors.  FIRST OF ALL, when you hit them there is a few second delay between when you hit the button and when the door opens.  Say you work in an office building with one bathroom per floor, and you are a lazy a$$, you go up to go to the bathroom and are too lazy to open the door so you push the button and then just stand there waiting for it to open.  This affects me personally in two ways; one, i have to pee and i come up behind you wondering why you are just taking up space STANDING in front of the bathroom door when I realize you are waiting for the delay handicapped access feature door to open instead of just opening the door yourself;two, i get done peeing and I go to leave the bathroom and i push on the door and there is resistance, why? well because you pushed the hadicap access auto open on the door and are again STANDING waiting for the door to open and while you are STANDING there waiting I cannot even manually open the door to get out.  SECONDLY,  I know you are the same people who do this every- single- time. NO, its not like you slept wrong the night before and can’t lift your arm above your waist today or anything like that, you are just regularly too lazy to open the door for yourself. 

i can’t take it any longer and I am warning you now that I may lose it on one of you lazy a$$ es  eventually.

how spleshul.

I think that my puppies may be the cutest puppies that ever graced the green grass of the great earth.  they are 100% go all night and all day, except of course when they are completely exhausted and just fall in a heap to get much needed rest.  it is quite hard work to be a puppy.  here are some pics of the little poopers with Charlie.  What a comedelicious display of cuteness.

so the show yesterday at the high school went over better than we expected.  there was no booing loud enough that we could here and they actually yelled out “freebiird” instead of the expected “fall out boy” and clapped and all of that.  I had  a good ol’ time.  I did get approached by the po-lice which is always fun.  I was loading the keyboard stand and mr blue suit comes up with the whole “is there a problem” line.  And I am thinking, well hmm, i don’t think so.  I responded, “not that I know of but I can’t remember where I put my keys, can you figure that one out” and went about my day hoping he would just take this opportunity to drive away.  I mean, yes I am slightly older than most of the other people getting into their cars in that particular parking lot but I didn’t think i was drawing any large amount of attention to myself, nor do I think I looked like I had any sort of “problem” at the moment.  frankly i didn’t like it one little bit. not one little bit.

I missed the new “shear genius” last night, my weekly dose of jackie smith will have to be late this week.

I love it when I answer the phone at work and the first thing I hear is, ” I hope you have a lot of patience, a LOT.”  that can never be good.

i am trying to think of a name for the new puppy but its oh so hard.  the moms name is sweet pea and I get enough flack for that because “you can’t name a hunting dog sweet pea” duh, well dont duh me, duh duh doo doo.  I was talking to my brother Graham about this conundrum.  he suggested poops mcgee or jeffery longbottom, but if sweet pea won’t work, i doubt those will either.  ho hum.

so we play the ultimate high school gig tomorrow.  its either going to be all of the high school, or all of the juniors and seniors, i can’t remember.  we are looking forward to it, but i foresee it not very cool to think the band that comes to your last day of school is very cool, and therefore I also forsee our future cool rating as of am 05/23/2007 show a 3 out of 10.  I won’t be back to this until Thursday, but I will let you know what the cool ranking ended up being.

 I find that I walk very strangely at work, maybe its all the time and I only notice it there, but i kind of bend and flex my arms and lean forward a bit as if I was saying, “ok guys, here we go” in a goofy the dog voice.  maybe that is why everyone is always staring at me, of course that could also be the paranoid schizophrenia but thats a whole different topic to be sure.

here are my cacti.

thats a matter of facti.

well, i have this thing against microwave popcorn.  frankly, I don’t know how you couldn’t but thats beside the point.  it kind of tastes like plastic and leaves a waxy film in my mouth.  I also have a thing about torturing myself, so about once a week or so I decide i must have some of that waxy butteryness.   So this morning was one of those mornings, i was craving that buttery smell from the white plastic machine and I went for it, and whooeeey, thats the saltiest microwave popcorn I have ever tasted, ever.

here is the actual popcorn in all of its saltiness.

the pups are now 5 weeks old and they are the cutest things I have ever seen in my whole entire entire life.  my children probably won’t even be that cute but in the event that I do have some please don’t tell them I said that. 

I think I picked the one that I want.

yee, puppies…

 and don’t forget mom and Charlie (not the dad, he has no balls)….