The victims: The playing field: The aftermath: Let me just take this opportunity to say that Home Hardware is the best store. They’ve never let me down. When Canadian Tire fucks me, HH always has my back. Last time I tried to buy pellets at CT they wanted paperwork. HH couldn’t have been happier to sell them to me. Anyway, today I had to restock and they took care of me again. ...
Well today my fucking office was at least as hot as yesterday and I couldn’t wait to get out. Found out near the end of the day that the a/c was in fact broken. Does me little good now, but hopefully it’ll be fixed before I head back on the 9th. One can only hope that my sweaty stink has dissipated by then too. Got the hell out of work around 5:30 and treated myself to a 407 ride home. Figured I’d start off my abbreviated Summer of Dave with a shorter than usual ride home. Worked out okay. Got home at 7 and decided to have a nap. Ate some olives, pickles and cottage cheese and went promptly to bed. ...
So to sum up the day’s activities… 1. Drove to work. 2. Ate Baconator. 3. Sweated at my desk. 4. Drove home. 5. Ate snacks, crackers, desserts, excessive amounts of milk and let’s face it, those “possible” burritos I’m mulling over will become a reality before my greasy head hits a pillow. Sitting here writing this and Claire is trying to jump onto my lap. Just now she did and I promptly tossed her onto the floor. After her ass gave me a stinky kiss on the arm yesterday, I’m a little gun shy. I don’t think she’s reached that point in her life where she feels the need to clean up after a number two. Or it could be that she just can’t reach back there (which coincidentally is my excuse too). Either way, I smell like shit enough without her adding to the problem. ...
Beam just posted some pics from his Friday night engagement party. Kat and I left around 12:30 so I wanted to see what we missed. Looks like as of 1:07 am Jeff G. and Stacie were still tossing back the beers: He’s such a little trooper, but the way I see it, he’s got nothing to smile about. Your browser does not support the audio element.
At the party last night, the usually negative Adam Girdlestone had only positive things to say about this video I put together around Dec. 31st last year. I had it posted as the front page prior to re-launching the site. Since the Facebook explosion has brought a number of new visitors, I thought I’d repost it for all to enjoy again. Gotta pat myself on the back for this. I’ve watched it 20 times and still get a kick out of it. Hope you do too! ...
Let’s get ya caught up. Thursday I went to the dentist. No problems although I think I was billed $120 for a small dab of goo they put on my teeth. That’s kind of a problem. Went for a bike ride with Kat. Touched up some scratches on her truck. Went to Kelsey’s for dinner and had the fish & chips and a couple Caesar’s. Woke up the next morning to find that nothing craps like Kelsey’s fish & chips and a couple Caesar’s. Went to work. Came home. Took care of some problems over the phone. Pretty standard couple of days. ...
Solid day at work started out with a tasty bagel with cream cheese. I think cream cheese may be the perfect food and sesame seed the best kind of bagel. That being said, it’s not exactly the friendliest driving food. My seat is covered with so many seeds it looks like I have one of those taxi driver bead covers. Seems my last post was a bit of a downer by all accounts. Chris Hickey has me on suicide watch and good ol’ Fort Erie Joe insinuated he’d drive 8 hours to give me a cheer-up blow. I really should only post something if I’m drunk. At least then I have clarity and no cares to speak of. That being said I’m pretty sure the least convincing argument for nightly drinking is, “I want to write something positive on my blog.” The best reason being, “I didn’t even see the deaf kid crossing the road and certainly can’t explain why I sped up.” ...
Snoozed for a full 2 hours this morning – possibly a new record! Headed off to work looking and feeling like a pile of shit. A pile of shit wearing a white shirt with Barnhardt stains and a 3-year-old shirt that looks to be twice that. Sounds like somebody had a case of the Mondays! Nothing exciting gone on as of late. Figured I’d take one last scour of the hard drive for video that I haven’t over exposed. Found this little terd. It’s from 2004. Back when Girdy hadn’t begun masking his baldness and Spoar was all chin and bosom. No, it’s not particularly funny, but throw a catchy tune in the background and I’ll watch it! ...
So I got my new BlackBerry a few days ago. I’ve already fallen in love with it and as with all objects of my affection, I’ve also already hurt it. Dropped it crossing the parking lot on day two and the cement took a bite out of it. It immediately started crying and the cement said, “Suck it up and make me a sandwich.” Sonuva bitch if the sandwich wasn’t ready within 2 minutes and contained the finest sliced meats one could expect to find in a parking lot. ...
Woke this morning and as expected, I’m aching. The patio stone adventure from yesterday has taken it’s toll on my back fat and feminine hands. I feel like I’ve been palming a vibrating porcupine all morning. Were I the kind of person who did any kind of physical labour in my life, I might be able to take this. Oh wait, I have done physical labour. That construction job in ‘94 that ended in two rusty nails through my foot and a tetanus shot. And there was the lumberyard job from ‘97 where I sent in my resignation via fax. It’s quite possible I’m the World’s least manly man. ...