Thursday, March 31, 2011

Take Me Out to The Ball Game

Yo Lifers, what's up?

It's Opening Day. That's right peeps, the baseball season is upon us.

I love opening day. For me there's nothing quite like opening day. Now I don't necessarily have a favorite team, although I am partial to the Mets, Reds, Dodgers, and Cubs, but overall I truly am a fan of the game. I think baseball is the only sport where I can say I am more of a fan of the game than a fan of a team.  Maybe it's because we don't have an actual home team here.

I can't wait to be able to take my clowns to a game, buy them some snacks and watch them watch the game. I can remember as a child every now and then going to games with either my dad or uncle. My dad is a Cubs fan so that's why I have a soft spot for the lovable loosers. So I sort of root for them to actually win a Championship in his lifetime. And my uncle is a Dodgers fan. So growing up and spending alot of time at his house playing with my cousins, the Dodgers sort of grew on me. Now I'm sure that when we went to games as a child I never really knew much of what was going on, but just having them take me to games shaped my love for baseball. I will admit though that the seasons are to long.

Well so anyway, thank you to my father and uncle, and here's to another great opening day.


So tell me Lifers, are you a baseball fan?

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

What's in a Name

Hey Lifers. 

OK so today I decided to do something sort of fun. I Googled myself. Now if for some reason you live under a rock and have no idea what this means, It means I pulled up Google,  and typed in my name.

My results actually were a little surprising to me. I guess I was naive enough to think that I was special and there wouldn't be very many people with my name. It turns out there were over 5.8 million references to my entire, first, middle, and last name.

There were so many people with so many different occupations and stories to tell. Turns out there are 32 of us on Linked In. Several of us on Facebook, Myspace and Twitter. There are Attorney's, Musicians, Tri-athletes, motorcycle racers, chiropractors and a few bloggers, from all over the world. And that's just from the first few pages or so.

But you know, I never did find myself. Now maybe I would have had I kept searching, but since I was on my lunch hour, I didn't have that much time.

So then, just for giggles, I Googled my DW. Now as I've mentioned before my DW has a successful photog biz, so I would figure that I'd be able to find her pretty quickly right? That's correct. She was the first link to pop up, and actually her and her business consumed the entire first page. Wow.

So I guess that only proves that my DW is a rock star and I'm one in a million.


So tell me Lifers, you ever Googled yourself? Where you surprised by the results?

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Just Another Day

Hey Lifers what's up?

So the other day the DW and I are eating dinner talking about the clowns, particularly the girls who are in school. The DW mentions how smart they are. To which I reply, somewhat jokingly reply, yeah they get that from me.

Without even looking up she says, No they don't...

So I  like to think that, being older then her, I know a little bit more about the ways of the world then the DW. However, as much as it may pain me to admit, the girl knows her grammar like Rain Man knows his toothpicks. She is constantly playing word games on her phone, and is a great speller. So I know that if we should happen to play a word game together, I'm going to get beat. And that's OK because I know this going in. It's her thang.

So the other day we're playing this word game, sort of like scrabble, and she posts a word. I don't remember the word now, but I do know it was a word I'd never heard of. So I questioned her about it. To which she replies it's a real word, I Googled it.

Yeah she doesn't fight fair.


Saturday, March 26, 2011

Play that Funky Music

Hey Lifers, hope you're all having a great weekend.

So through the years I have had lots of different outlets for my emotions. And when I was younger, I'll admit, most of them were not healthy for my body or soul.  

This is now my outlet. My release. My drug if you will. This is where I can go to get away or just relax. 

Now I'll be the first to admit that I'm not very good. In fact I'm self taught. I'm sure my technique is terrible, and I don't play the right way. But I play my way. I'll never be a rock star, or play in front of thousands of people under bright lights, who wants all that anyway, but that's OK because I play for me, and I love it. It's an outlet and a chance to remove myself even if just for a few minutes.


So tell me Lifers, do you have a hobby that Takes You Away? Something that if given the chance you could do all day long?

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Just Do It

Hey Lifers how's it going?

So as I get older I'm starting to realize that sometimes you just have to seize the moment. Now I know that we often say this, but how often do we really do it?

I realize that sometimes there are specific reasons why we can't. Obviously we all have responsibilities, work, spouses, clowns, and things like that. But I also think, well at least for me anyway, that all to often I get in my own way.

You see, if you haven't figured it out already, I'm pretty conservative. Now I'd like to blame this on the fact that I have responsibilities that are not conducive to me being a wild and crazy guy, said in my best Steve Martin voice from SNL. But more often then not, I talk myself out of doing things mostly because I'm chicken and affraid of the unknown. I guess that's the best way to describe it.

Well so anyway, the other day I decided, on a spur of the moment....sort of,  not to be chicken and just seize the moment. Who knows maybe this is my inner self saying, hey you never know when your time is going to be up so just do it man. Or maybe it's just one man fighting inner demons about age and life and what he's become? Who knows? Maybe next time I eat out I'll even order something new?

So tell me Lifers, are you a seize the moment type?

Monday, March 21, 2011

It's Madness I Tell Ya

Hey Lifers. OK so the first weekend of March Madness is behind us. Now anybody who knows me knows that I'm a sports guy. I always have been. But I'll admit, the last few years I've pruned my sports tree somewhat, I guess having three clowns will do that to ya.

But around this time of year I, just like a lot of other people, fill out my College Basketball NCAA Tournament bracket. And then, just like a lot of other people, after the first weekend I cry because of how bad I did. Now my crying is not only because I do so bad, but also because my DW always does so well.

Every March, the DW and I always fill out a basketball bracket. Now usually around here it's just for bragging rights, but we have filled them out for prizes as well. So one year the DW fills one out at her place of business, to which she ended up winning the whole thing. I think she brought home a couple hundy that year.

Then there was the one year that we played on the H.H Gregg website. Yeah she ended up winning a $500 gift certificate from H.H Gregg and another $500 to be used as a sports memorabilia store. We ended up bringing home a new t.v and a couple of signed baseballs. Yeah she rocks the brackets.

Which brings us to this year, and again we filled one out, and again, she's kicking my butt. So far she has 12 of the 16 teams left, where as I only have nine.

So the other night we're watching one of the games, you know one of those games that most people wouldn't have picked the underdog except my DW, and I ask her so why did you pick them?

Now before I go on let me explain the way I pick the winners,  my picks. Being a sports guy, I like to think I know a little bit about sports. I played sports in school, I watch sports on t.v. I follow sports. So when I pick my teams I go through and think about each team's strengths and weaknesses. I think about the conferences they play in, and I think about their best player versus who they are playing. So for me there is an actual process that goes into it.

So when I asked the DW how and why she picks a certain team, her response....I just pick 'em.

What? You just pick em? What does that mean? I don't know, I just pick 'em. I don't know why?

To which I explained to her how much that drives me crazy. You see, I actually try to put some thought into it, where she just picks 'em. I explained that I would not be nearly as upset if she told me something like...well I thought about who they were playing and the type of defense they play, or who the best play is on both teams, and that's who I go with. BUT NOOOOOOOO. She just picks 'em.......She just picks 'em.


So tell me Lifers, how are you doing on your brackets? Do you play? Is your spouse beating you?

Friday, March 18, 2011

Potty Talk

Ok Lifers so those of you who have clowns know how curious they can be right? So tonight we had some errands to run, yes getting a new washer was one of 'em. If you didn't ready yesterdays post I encourage you to click here. Washer

So naturally we finished up our Friday night the way every family of five does, at the Evil Empire. And of course as soon as we get there, Mini-me and myself have to use the facilities. Now for me, the only thing worse than using the facilities at the Evil Empire is maybe stopping at a Circle K or 7-Eleven and having to go there. However sometimes a man has to do what a man has to do.

So the boy and I headed to the back as the ladies did some shopping. Now the boy claimed he didn't have to go so he just sort of stood there while I did my thang.

Now clowns say funny things all the time as they grow up and begin to explore and ask questions. If you've ever had to take one to the potty, then you know that this is never more true then at that time. So as I'm going he decides to sneak a peak. Then he says: Dad, why is your peenie so big?

After I stopped laughing, my initial thought was why does DW never say that, then I tried to explain to him that that's what happens when you grow up.

But here's the thing. He didn't ask me as if he couldn't wait to grow up, he asked me with a touch of disgust in his voice. Almost like what's wrong with you? Did the lid fall on it or something?

So like I said, after I stopped laughing, I tried to explain it to him. After our little conversation he looks at me and says, dad, are you gonna blog that?


So tell me Lifers, what funny stuff have your clowns said or done in a public bathroom.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

She has a way of getting what she wants

Happy St. Patrick's Day Lifers.

OK so today I have another post about home repairs, sort of.

Our washer has been making a funny noise lately and we sort of knew it was just a matter of time before it would die. Well, yesterday was that day. So when I came home from the Shawshank I tore into it to have a look.

So I originally thought it was the motor and was all ready to buy a new one I'd found online for about 80 bucks, until the DW did a little more research. So after putting it back together and doing some additional trouble shooting today, thanks to the DW's research, I came to my best guess, the conclusion that it wasn't the motor but rather the transmission that spins the basket. I quickly got online and checked some repair sites for a new one. Here is the conversation that followed between me and the DW.

Me: OK, I think we can get a new transmission for about 150 or so.

DW: Really? We can almost buy a new washer for that much, and are you sure that will fix it?

Now the truth of the matter is I'm about 85 to 90 percent sure that's the problem, but you know there is that 10~15 percent that if I'm not right, I'll never live it down.

Me: Well yeah that will fix it....I think....I'm pretty sure.

DW: Well what if it doesn't, and then we have to put more money into it to replace something else? Now you just bought and replaced a transmission that you didn't need, and we've spent about 250 dollars or more on an old washer.

Me: Well,  even if that's the case we'll  have a practically brand new washer for 250 dollars or so that should last us a long time.

DW: Well I think we should at least look at new ones. Plus how comfortable are you that you can replace that and it will work right?

Me: Well, I'm not real comfortable replacing the transmis...wait, why don't you think it'll work right?

DW: I don't know, I just think that with the money, and time we're going to put into it we can buy a new one.

Me: Well, I think if we can fix this one maybe we should. Just because we have the money to get a new one doesn't necessarily mean would should just run out and buy one.

DW: Laughing...Look, we both know how this is going to go. You know I'm going to get a new one, so why don't we just go tonight after dinner and look for one......Still Laughing....Put that in your Blog.

Me: Touche.

And yes, I did go look at washers tonight.


OK Lifers, not that it matters, but would you put the time and money into the old one, or just buy a new washer?

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Pink Willies....What????

Hey Lifers what's up? I had planned on another edition of Wordless Wednesday, but the picture I took with my phone didn't exactly turn out.

So anyway, this past weekend we drove by a new eating establishment in town. There was a guy outside in a hot dog suit dancing around in front of the place. The name...Pink Willies. I'm not making this up. Is it just me or is that not a great name for a hot dog restaurant? I'm not sure that I will ever eat there though for a couple of reasons. One, the name, and two I'm not a big hot dog fan. I mean I'd eat one at a bon fire or on the grill in the summer time or something, but I wouldn't make a special trip out to eat a hot dog. So anyway, I thought that was great. I even rolled down my window and hollered WILLY! as we drove by. Yeah I'm that guy.

On a side note. I've added a blog roll to the side of my page. If you're a blog feen like I am, you might want to check some of them out. One of my newest followers is CoffeyPot, you can check out his blog here. Coffeypot His blog is witty and funny. I'm sure it won't disappoint. Thanks Coffeypot for becoming a Lifer.


OK so tell me Lifers, what do you think about a Hot Dog restaurant named Pink Willies? Would the name sway you one way or the other?

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Learn something new everyday

Hey Lifers what's up?

Ok so I learned a little something about myself today. Actually it's something I've known for a while now, but have just been struggling with it personally.

You see, I realized today that failure isn't determined by wins and losses, but rather by taking the chance, or not taking the chance in my case. I know pretty sad. Here I am a grown man and afraid of failure. But today I came to terms with the fact that because I'm afraid to try, I'm already defeated. 

Yeah, like I said, I know pretty sad. I mean, I've always been one of those guys who preaches that if you don't take a chance, then you don't have a chance. I guess I never really thought it applied to me.

But I guess the truth of the matter is that I'm very content. Always have been. Even though I may gripe and complain about things, I've  pretty set in my ways. When I was in middle school I had the same breakfast like every day. My mom would make breakfast for us before school, and every morning she would ask us what we wanted. And every day I would holla back, French Toast. My siblings never gave her any other ideas, so that's what she made. And I loved it. When I go out to eat I know exactly, and I mean exactly, what I'm getting usually before I sit down. For example, McDonald's? Number 4. Wendy's? Number 2. How about Chili's you say. Easy, Monterey Chicken. What about a steak house. Ribeye medium well, baked potato loaded, Cesar salad. I could go on, but you get the point. The thing about it is, what if I get something and don't like it? So I'll just take the easy way out and get what I know I like. It's easier that way I guess.

 So anyway, today I practiced a little bit of what I preach. Good for me right? At least I hope...


So tell me Lifers, are you afraid to branch out? Are you content, or are you the adventurous kind willing to take a chance?

Sunday, March 13, 2011

What Toys do they have?

Hey Lifers, happy Sunday. So Mini-me and I went and ran some errands today. It was a nice day just the two of us. Of course for lunch he wanted to go to McDonald's, so me being the awesome dad I am, reluctantly I obliged.

Now this post is by no means a plug for McDonald's, but as he was eating his nuggets and reading the box they came in, it occured to me, is there a fast food restaurant that has better toys than McDonald's?

Now being a father of 3 little clowns, I've eaten enough fast food to be considered somewhat of expert. We eat McDonald's, Wendy's, Burger King, you name it, if it's quick and easy, we're there.

So for arguments sake, I wanted to see what some other toy's are right now.

First Wendy's is giving a Pac-Man hide and seek game. It's basically the shell game where you have three shells and you hide something small under one of them, then move the shells around and someone else has to figure out which shell the ball is under. The shells in this case are the ghosts, and the ball or object that you hide under the shells is a little Pac-Man. Ok so first of all, my clowns have no idea what or who Pac-Man is. Second, what is this? This seems more like something you'd see on the streets with guys huddled around a barrel fire than a kids toy. And it comes in a sack. Not a cool box.

Ok so first McDonald's has two types of toys depending on gender. Currently they are giving away Batman toys for boys, and Littlest Pet Shop toys for girls. These are toys that my kids actually will play with and enjoy having. And every now and again, the box has some punch-outs that they can play with.

As for Burger King, they currently are giving away Rango figures. You know from the new Rango movie about a lizard or something? Ok that's not bad. My kids would play with those. That's better than the usual paper puzzle, Where's Waldo cards, or activity book. Come on, who actually plays with those activity things anyway.

Alright, so Taco Bell doesn't offer kids toys, and neither does KFC or Arby's, although we don't go to KFC or Arby's very often. Maybe that's why. Man we really need to stop letting the clowns chose the place for dinner.

So no wonder he wants to go to McDonald's all the time. They have the coolest toys. But truth be told I hate all of them. So from a parents stand point, I could do without, but from the mind of a five year old that's usually the first question. What toys do they have? I gotta say, I think McDonald's has the best.


As always, leave me a comment.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Too bad Alice didn't have Red Bull

Hey Lifers.

Ok so you remember the T.V show The Brady Bunch? Well let me tell ya, I practically grew up on the Brady Bunch. Now I didn't grow up on the originals, that was a little before my time, but I can remember the cable station TBS used to run that show at like 4:35 everyday. And me and my siblings, I guess they were there, used to watch it every day.

So anyway, to my point. Do you remember the house keeper on that show? Her name was Alice. Ann B. Davis was the lady's real name who played her. I'm not exactly sure why I know that, but I do. You can look it up if you'd like, but like I said, I've seen about every episode. Like the one where the boys broke a vase playing ball in the house. Or the one where the kids built a house of cards, and Tiger, that's the dog, knocked it over, and the girls won. Or what about the one where Greg couldn't play football anymore so he became the school photographer. Like I said, I've seen 'em all. Ok, so back to the housekeeper.

This morning I was looking around the Palace, and I'd had enough. It was a mess. I decided after my coffee that we would do some spring cleaning. So I informed the DW and clowns of my evil plan. The clowns of course had no choice, but I was shocked that the DW was on board. As she proclaimed today, she's not a big fan of the process of having a clean Palace.

So anyway, we got dressed and headed to the Evil Empire to purchase some supplies. You see this was no ordinary cleaning. No sir, today was going to require a little elbow grease. So we got our supplies and headed home. But as we were at the checkout, I picked up a Red Bull. And not the normal 8 ouncer. Heck no. I went for the big one. The double shot if you will...Boo Ya.

And afterwards, I cleaned. And not only did I clean, but I scrubbed. I scrubbed toilets and showers. I vacuumed floors and curtains, and blinds and walls. I did laundry, and cleaned sheets and blankets. I mopped floors and cooked dinner. I straightened and organized. I couldn't be stopped, I was on fire.

So it got me to thinking, to bad that Alice didn't have Red Bull back then. I mean after all, she had 6 kids that she cleaned up after.


As always, leave me a comment Lifers.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Drink Up

Hey Lifers what's up? Ok so a couple of days ago our town issued a boil water alert thing. I'm not sure exactly why. Well I know why. What I mean is I'm not sure if it's because a water line broke, or because we've had a lot of rain and some flooding or something? Either way, we have been requested to boil our water because of the bacteria. So the DW went to the store as soon as we heard and bought  ton of bottled water.

Now I must say the clowns do drink more water then most, but what is it about having bottled water in the house that makes them thirsty? This is what I've seen all over our kitchen table now for the last day or so, half empty water bottles.

Hope this thing ends soon.


As always, leave me a comment. 

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Don't be a Downer

What's up Lifers.

So the other day I was told that I'm never satisfied. I'm never happy. I imagine this came up because I made mention of my displeasure with something I ate, bought, saw, read, or heard. But does that mean I'm a negative nelly? Could this be true? Am I truely never satisfied?

So for today's post I thought I would dig deeper into this label that has been cast upon me, and not be negative.

So, I will not talk about how I spent 50 dollars on dinner the other night for the family at a bad Mexician restaraunt. I will not discuss how I was forced to go there because, one, we don't have many choices in our little town, and two because it was Mini-me's birthday, and that's what he wanted. I should be happy that I had 50 dollars, and that we were celebrating his birthday.

I will not discuss my displeasure with my career path. Along with that I will not discuss my displeasure at myself for continuing my career path. That might make me seem ungreatful for a job at all. I know there are people in this country who do not have a job at the moment. So I will not be negative about mine.

I will not discuss how annoyed I get when I go to the coffee pot at work only to discover there is no coffee, and now I must make more. I will not discuss this because this will only make me seem negative. I should be  happy that there isn't some tragic shortage on coffee in South America or that our government isn't hoarding all the coffee imported into this country for some major experiment on alien life forms. So instead I will be happy and thankful that there is coffee to make.

I will not discuss the fact that at this point in my life I'd like to never get another hair cut, and just let my hair grow. However I'm affraid I'd look like Doc Brown from Back to the Future because of the grey. So instead I'll be thankful that I have hair, and haven't lost it all because of some illness beyond my control.

I also, will not discuss my disgust with gas prices, and the fact that there is absolutely nothing middle american's, such as myself can do about it. Instead, I will be happy that both my cars are running and I'm not a 38 year old grown man riding around town on a scooter with a bumper sticker that reads Just Scoot.

Lastly, I will not discuss the housework, laundry, dishes, meals, garage, or any other item in and around my home that drives me crazy and creates a negative vibe. Like the fact that everyday I have to feed the cat and dog because I'd rather not have to bury them in the back yard because nobody else feeds them. Or the rule that only I can clean the litter box.I will not speak of any of these things because it may come off as being unsatsified.

No sir, today's post will not be negative. Today, I will drink from the cup of life and always be full. Tomorrow? Well ...tomorrow is a new day.


As always Lifers leave me a comment

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Wordless Wednesday

Ok Lifers here is another edition of my Wordless Wednesday. So the last couple of days I did a little experiment. This is my coffee cup at work. I found out that it takes me two cups in the morning to be happy.


So how many cups does it take you to be happy?

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

My Spot

Ok Lifers, I want to talk about a pretty serious topic around The Palace.


Yeah that's right, I said spots. You know like dad he took my spot. Or mom she's in my spot.

Now around our house we roll by the old school rules of move your feet loose your seat, but is there anything more annoying for a referee parent, then hearing, Dad make him/her get out of my spot. And here's the thing. It's not like we have one chair that we all have to share. We have two couches and a chair in our living room, yet it's never enough for the clowns. Not to mention there is an entire floor. What ever happened to just sitting on the floor?

Here's another thing. My clowns have no concept of time when it comes to their spot. For example they think that because they were sitting there two hours ago, that entitles them to be able to tell whomever is now sitting in said spot to move? You know why? Because I was sitting there.  Of course that could have been earlier in the day for all we know. Heck according to them it could have been yesterday even.

The other day the oldest clown asked me to get the remote for her because she didn't want to get up. Me being the awesome dad I am I did, somewhat puzzled. So I asked, what gives? Her reply. I don't want to get up becuase I just know L will get my spot. He of course, was in ear shot and exclaims in his little five year old evil voice. I'll just get it when you get up to go to the bathroom. Well, I'l just hold it, she fires back.

Are you kidding me? So now they have resorted to holding in their pee for fear of loosing a spot in the living room? What's next resorting back to diapers so they never have to get up?


So tell me Lifers do your clowns fight over their spot?

Monday, March 7, 2011

Birthday Surprise

Hey Lifers. So this past Saturday we spent the day at Chuck E Cheese. We celebrated Mini-Me's fifth birthday. He had a pretty good time, and got a lot of loot. Here's a picture of him in the ticket booth just before they turned it on.

Ok so quick think of a toy that will annoy a five year olds parents. If you said something that is voice activated you guessed right. For his birthday not only did he get one thing that's voice activated that annoys the crap out of his parents, but he got two.

Here's a pictuer of a voice changer that he received. Of couse he loves it. You talk into it and it changes your voice. There are about 20 different settings on the thing. Which means there are 20 different voices he can shout at the top of his lungs at his sisters in.
The other great gift he received is a talking parrot. You see he loves pirates, and what pirate doesn't have a talking parrot right?
 This thing repeats everything you say. Except it's about two octaves higher than your voice. So with two girls and a five year old boy yelling at this thing when it repeats back it sounds like a chipmunk.

But like I said, he loves them both, and that's what matters I guess. Maybe next year he'll get a baseball glove or maybe some clothes.


As always leave me your comments.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Very Little Inspiration

What's up Lifers. Happy Friday. Ok so I've been a little less then inspired with the blog this week. I blame the flu and all, so today I asked the clowns for some help. I asked each one of them what I should blog about. This is what I got. 

I asked mini-me. At first he said I should blog about my nose and boogers. Sorry buddy, done the booger thing, don't want to go there again. Give me something else. So the second time I asked, he told me I should blog about his hair. Ok. So I'm not sure I could blog anything important about my sons hair either. I guess that should be a lesson to me not to ask the five year old for blog ideas. Let's move on.

My oldest daughter thought I should blog about the cartoon show Mad T.V. Apparently they have this show on that is exactly like the old Mad Magazines that I used to read when I was a kid. You know the one with Alfred E. Newman. Hmmm. Not much there either.

So leave it to my six year old. She told me I should blog about how you and mommy got married. Good, ok now this is something I can use.

Ok so around this time back in 2001 my DW and I met for the first time. It was on a blind date. We had a good time, we went with another couple to dinner and a movie. The following weekend she cooked dinner for me, and we've been together every since.

Now I bring this up because my wife is an awesome cook. Now she thinks she's not, but I beg to differ. Here is a picture of tonight's lasagna.

So here's hoping this weekend will bring some inspiration for this blog. I'd hate to have to rely on the clowns again.


So who does the cooking at your Palace?

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Wordless Wednesday

Ok Lifers here's another addition of the Wordless Wednesday. I just saw a commercial for this. These are called Flick Trix. They are little bicycles that you can apparently do tricks with your fingers. They have ramps and half-pipes even. Sooo let me see if I get this straight, now kids don't even have to go outside to ride their bikes?

As always let me know what you think.


Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Tuesday Flu

Hey Lifers, still fighting the flu here. I have managed to make it in to work the last couple of days greeaaat. Is there a worse place to be when your sick then work? I mean at least when your sick at home you can lounge around in your Jammie's, moan and grown in my case, and just waller in your own misery. I found out, they don't like for you to do that at work. Not to mention the T.P here is like sand paper. No Puffs Plus, no sir, it's good old fashion industrial strength tissue. So every five minutes I'm rubbing some 120 grit along my snout being a mouth breather. By this afternoon I said screw it, and just stuffed half a roll up the right side and left it in there. Who cares if it looks like I got whipped cream coming out my nose, the show must go on.

But come on, it's not like I'm doing much work, truth be told. Yesterday we had an all day inventory, somebody might want to recheck my numbers, so that bought me a day. So this morning I surveyed my workload for the week and prioritized.

1. Things I can put off till the end of this week.
2. Things I can put off till next week.
3. Things I can ignore.

I think I may be able to ride this thing out, staring all zombified at my computer screen for the next few days. Now if I can only get the boss to understand.