Spooky G

Today the boys and I found ourselves down at Lambeau Field for their Spooktacular event.  The event itself was OK but nothing great.  Howard and his 2-year-old son Sam were also in attendance.

At one point we found some staff who were handing out stickers with the Packers logo on it.  Howard's son insisted on wearing the logo immediately, so Howard put it on his shirt.

The funny thing is that Sam was wearing a Halloween shirt that said 'Spooky U' on it, and when Howard put the sticker on Sam he covered the U portion almost completely.

Now his shirt said 'Spooky G'.  Of course, I immediately proceeded to make some comments about that being Sam's ghetto name, etc.

Come to think of it, he is about the right age to start banging...

70 Days

Procrastination is king.

It's been over two months now since I've moved in to my house, which came complete with pool table.  The number of pool tournaments held?  Zip.  Zilch.

When I was first checking this place out, some of the big selling points were that it was close to work and had a pool table.  Bingo!  Entirely possible to stop by and shoot pool for close to an hour before having to go back.  Plus I could theoretically have a party on a weekend or something and enjoy the company of friends.  And alcohol.  Musn't forget the liquor.

Of course, being single, visions of office cuties stopping down to play immediately was the next image that popped into my mind.  Double-edge sword though, because when it comes to playing pool I'm marginal at best.  No chance to woo the woman of my dreams by impressing her with my pool skills.  But, similar to the Detroit Tigers, I like to wait until the last possible second to swoop in and make my move.

Regardless, before I moved in I bought some cool movie memorabilia to put up in the basement.  Picked up a dartboard.  Held on to my old couch so we'd have somewhere to sit.  Got a line on a pool table light.  Plenty of preparation.  Until I moved in.

Don't get me wrong, pool has been played.  Alcoholic beverages have been consumed.  Women have even been up on the table (for the long shots.  dammit).  But alas, very little work has been completed in the basement.


The first time I got pulled over was just over 10 years ago.  The first time I got pulled over for speeding was just over ten years ago.  The first time I got a ticket was just over 10 years ago.

I was on 54, on the way back from work in Waupaca.  It was just before prom, and I had just found out that the woman I had been intending to take to prom was planning on meeting some other guy there.  I got a little pissed and that was the end of that.

So here it was, almost prom time, and I was without a date.  I was pissed and was taking it out on the car in the form of speeding.  Then I saw the State Trooper.  Whoops.  There went $150.

I remember that the Soundgarden song Spoonman was on the radio.  This sticks out in my head because it was on the radio the first time I got pulled over, the day of my 16th birthday.  We had it turned up so loud we could barely hear the siren.  It is still one of my favorite songs.

I'm posting about it because I heard it on my way to pick the boys up from the ex's house; they were there for the weekend.  I heard it and started thinking back to when life was a little bit simpler.  Which just happens to coincide with being before I got involved with the ex.  Hmm.  Imagine that.

Perhaps I'll share the story of when I first got pulled over soon; its much better than this drivel.  Seriously, who lets me type?  Take the keyboard away!  It's for your own safety!

Freight Trains

Ever feel like you got hit by a freight train?  Or maybe even a few of them?

I got to work this morning feeling fine.  Within half an hour it all went downhill and I haven't felt OK since.

It's two in the damn morning and I can't fall asleep... not because I'm not tired, but because I feel horrible as soon as I lay down.  I just sent my boss an e-mail letting him know I won't be in tomorrow.  There's just no way I can do it.

One advantage of being up so late is that I was able to update the site's look and feel a bit.  Definitely an improvement and the site is finally starting to look like what I want it to look like.

Now all I have to do is put the finishing touches on some sites for my clients and for Cartoli and I'll be all set.

Am I... Becoming Normal?

It suddenly hit me over the weekend.  I think I'm on my way to becoming normal.  Which is odd, because, well, I never used to be normal.  I thought I was normal, but everybody thought different.  Here are a few examples:

  • I'm not working on my business as much as I used to (and not nearly as much as I should be, come to think of it).
  • I'm watching football.  I'm going to tailgate parties.
  • I mow my lawn on a regular basis.
  • I've just about stopped drinking caffeine.  (dammit, I was good for a week and then Fred guilted me into having some)
  • I'm playing pool a lot now  (granted: I have a table in my basement now)

Not that these are bad things; they aren't.  But combined they make for a pretty scary realization...  I'm not the oddest one in the room anymore.  Probably not even close.

Damn.  At least I was unique before...