It really does keep getting better...
The other day I had to attend a seminar on my company’s benefits entitled:
“Let’s Rock, Enroll.”
Yeah. I think this one speaks for itself.
Labels: Office Crap
The other day I had to attend a seminar on my company’s benefits entitled:
Labels: Office Crap
I could very well use this posting to update you on my weekend. I could talk about how my brothers were in town and how my mom set her festive Thanksgiving sweater on fire while trying to pass me the gravy. I could tell you about the blue-hot flames that quickly shot up my mom’s arm and how my dad yelled “Roll, roll!” at my brother beat out the fire. Then I could tell how after all of that, the clearly-flammable sweater had somehow escaped the blaze unscathed, barring the very faint waft of burning you could only smell if you push your nose deep into the knitted folds of that smiling turkey face.
Labels: Family Biz-nass, Potent Potables
Well heeeeelllllooooooo peeps-o-mine, thank you SO MUCH for reading my blog (note: as always, I will leave a check for you at the agreed upon location).
Labels: Family Biz-nass, Friends in Low Places
The year 1984 meant a lot of things to a lot of people. Many of you may remember it as a time of great artistic achievement; Penthouse magazine published nude photographs of the newly-crowned Miss America, Vanessa Williams; Michael Jackson's hair caught fire during the filming of a Pepsi commercial; Punky Brewster premiered to national audiences and I made a finger painting that forced onlookers to search deep within their souls and ask, “is that green squiggle a My Little Pony or an 18th century cotton gin?”
Labels: Potent Potables
...I'm not dead (said with a Scottish accent).
Labels: Friends in Low Places
Today in a moment of weakness, I agreed to go with Rachel California to her spin class tonight.
Labels: Friends in Low Places, Potent Potables
Since my last posting, there have been so many things I COULD have posted on. Things I SHOULD have been posting on….but didn’t. So now, dearest seven loyal readers, I find myself at a loss as to just what I should include in my update.
Labels: Coworker Nonsense, Friends in Low Places
Last night, in an early birthday celebration for Rachel California, some friends and I headed over to the Hi-Hat Bar and Lounge for dinner, drinks, and as always, respectful conversation. The night was lots of fun and the beer/wine/alcoholic beverages was flowing; so by the time I got home several hours later, I guess you could say I was sauced.
Labels: Friends in Low Places, Potent Potables
1. He thinks every female vocalist I am listening to is Sarah McLaughlin.
Labels: Family Biz-nass
When it comes to the weekends, my number one priority is drinking. Lot’s of drinking, coupled with very little sleep, unruly flirting, and little to no consideration for the consequences of my actions.
Labels: Friends in Low Places
Bruce Dierbeck (otherwise known here as Skeet McQueen)'s blog "living on the backside of twenty ... and other diatribes" is up for an MKE Blog of the Week award. Please vote for him!
Labels: Friends in Low Places, Shameless Plugs
Well, I TRIED to create an adorable little picture of Jazzy A to upload here...but for some reason Blogger is being a little bitch and not letting me post it.
Labels: Friends in Low Places
I just read a story about a squirrel attacking a mail man in Pittsburgh.
Labels: Phantastic Phobias, Squirrels
Apparently it is snowing outside my office right now. FAN-tastic.
Labels: Wisconsin
This past weekend, your own Little Miss Westchester traveled into the heart of Texas to visit old college friends Spanish Houlihan and her husband Sergeant Houlihan for a long weekend of fun and respectful conversation. Originally, Sergeant and I had intended to SURPRISE Spanish by flying me down in the morning so that I would be in their apartment by the time Spanish got home from work.
Labels: Friends in Low Places, Halloween, Traveling