Fishing And UFC

I did something new this weekend…I went fishing.  Yes, people, I went fishing.  Six hours on the lake and I didn't catch a darn thing.  But I did get to drive the boat and I learned I can park a boat very well. 

 

Molly fell in the water within the first two minutes (she floats!) and the landlord almost went in belly first into the water when trying to get the boat lined up with the trailer. 

 

The only person who caught anything was the Polock.  I think taking out two idiots and showing them how to fish was good karma for him because he caught 1 perch, 1 bluegill, 2 bass and 1 weird snake headed fish.

 

No one got hurt, well the landlord kind of got hurt, and we only lost one fishing pole.  I think we are going back out this weekend.

 

I also watched my first UFC fight.  The lawyer and her boyfriend hosted a UFC night on Saturday.  And I must say George St-Pierre is way yummy.  Brock Lesnar not so much.  I am not sure what the girls at the party saw in him.  He looks like a fat ass to me.  George to me had the better body.  I have no doubt that Brock is a strong man but in the bedroom, I am the only one allow to have back fat.  Plus Brock doesn't look too smart.  I'm pretty sure that Molly is smarter then he is and she is only 8pds with a brain the size of a golf ball.

 

Sunday I didn't get up until noon and went to bed by 11pm.  Pretty lazy day but totally worth it.  I did get some gardening done but other then that I really didn't do much.

 

Side note:  Casey, thanks for the website on how to repel mosquitoes…do you think they really work?  Should I be showering in Listerine?  And does it have to be the brand Listerine or will any mint mouthwash do?

 

FA: Do I have to dress up for your party this Thursday?  I don't know if the landlord is going…you will have to ask him. 

Update

I have been getting these horrible headaches lately.  To the point where I want to rip out my brain, take a hose to it and beat it a little to just make it behave.  The only thing that seemed to help was to go to my room, turn off the lights, pull the blinds, put a pillow over my head, close the door and sleep it off for a few hours.  Finally someone at work told me that it may be my computer that is bothering me at work and to get my eyes checked out.  So I did. 

 

The results: +0.75 and need anti-glare coating on the lenses. 

 

I found a great website where I can get glasses for cheap, so I ordered some.

 

Karla and I went to the store to get food for dinner last night.  Taco Tuesdays!  There is nothing like homemade tacos!  As we were going down the frozen aisle Karla saw some Snickers ice cream.

 

K:  Oooo, we have to get some.

 

Me:  No, we don't need it.  But these frozen yogurt looks good, they are 10 for $10.

 

K:  No, the Snickers! 

 

Me:  That is too much and way to sweet.

 

K:  But I want it!  C'mon!  Don't make me have a tantrum. 

 

I crossed my arms over my chest and gave her a look.

 

K:  OMG, are you fuckin with me?

 

I raised an eyebrow.

 

Karla looks around to see who was all in the area.  Then she sat on the floor of the store, pounded her fists on the ground and stomped her feet, yelling 'I WANT ICE CREAM!'

 

The only person who saw all this was a guy stocking a shelf.  He looked at her like she was crazy, unsure of that to do.  I'm pretty sure he thought I had a mentally challenge mother (I say mother because the other day someone thought she was my mom, she is 39.  Only 5 years older then me). 

 

K:  There, happy?

 

Me:  Yep.

 

I got the ice cream.  Anyone who is wiling to make a fool out of herself for a $5.00, should get ice cream.

 

Rich (the neighborhood kid, he is 32…bit slow) normally comes over on Tuesdays.  But yesterday he wasn't anywhere to be found.  Kind of bit worrisome, it's not like him to miss out on the free beer, free food, Brewers baseball game on the deck and a chance to see Karla (he is in love with her).  We even called his work and his house to see where he was.  But around 9:00 he drove up to his house and stumbled into his house.  I guess he was out drinking elsewhere other then with us.  He must have been really fucked up because he doesn't work on Wednesdays and normally he is all about having a fire and being on our deck.  I'm sure we will see him today.

 

Does anyone know how to keep mosquitoes away...a cheap way?  At night sitting on the deck it can be a nightmare.  The firepit seems to do an ok job but I still get bit.  And I hate using bug spray.  If anyone has ideas let me know.  Someone said something about a dryer sheet, that didn't work…I tried it.

 

Boo!

Having to come into work today sucks.

 

I'm tired as hell, since I have hardly gotten any sleep in the past two nights.  I have a really bad headache and they turn off the air in my building thinking no one would be here.

 

Just peachy! 

No Title

My bags packed and in the car ready to go.

Oregon man gets his wallet back after losing in 1946 at middle school gym

BAKER CITY, Ore. (AP) -- Bill Fulton doesn't remember losing his wallet, but its return helped him remember the past. The leather stayed smooth and the cowboy design unblemished. The zipper moved with ease. And when he looked inside, the contents brought back memories from 1946, when he apparently dropped the wallet behind the balcony bleachers in the Baker Middle School gym.

Fulton's Social Security card and bicycle license, bearing the address where he lived during his teenage years, were positioned in their respective compartments, apparently untouched since the year after World War II ended.

"After that long, my gosh, it stayed in good shape," Fulton told the Baker City Herald. "It's hard to believe."

Worker Nathan Osborne found the wallet - along with old homework, lost library books and a 1964 talent show program - while removing the bleachers for renovations on June 17. It was brought to Fulton's door the following day by Melanie Trindle, the Baker Middle School secretary.

"He was pretty much amazed," Trindle said. "He just kept saying, 'Thank you. Thank you so much.' "

Middle School Principal Mindi Vaughan said the brown pine bleachers were connected to the gym balcony's brick wall and had remained in the same place since the school, known as the Helen M. Stack Building, opened in 1936.

Fulton, 78, said he probably lost the wallet while cheering for the Baker High basketball team with a group of friends. Though a high school team, the Bulldogs played at the middle school gym back then.

Fulton said he returned to the gym in the 1960s to watch a basketball game. It's likely he was within a dozen or so feet from his old billfold that night. Both of his children attended the school, so they also must have come near it.

Fulton said the bicycle ID was needed because he delivered medicine for Rodamar Drug. He was surprised, however, that his student ID wasn't inside. He said he always kept it there.

But rather than focus on what was inside the wallet, Fulton said the recovery has led him to reflect on his life - one that took him to the Korean War and Berlin before a return to Baker City. He worked at Ellingson Lumber Company for 30 years, from March 1964 to April 1994.

Since his retirement, Fulton has enjoyed spending time with his 11-year-old black lab, Smokey. The two often hike the nearby mountains.

Trindle's knock on the door, wallet in hand, induced a slight ripple in his life, prompting him to consider times he hadn't thought about in many years. Fulton said he's "covered a lot of country" since 1946.

"Where did all the time go?" Fulton said with a deep sigh. "It's hard to believe that the times have gone so fast."

 

----This story makes me happy. 

A Letter To The Landlord (Dickface)

Dear Landlord,

 

I know that we had sex on Monday but please get over yourself in thinking my being upset at your selfish ways has anything to do with what happened on Monday.  It was sex not some declare of my love and soul to you. 

 

I will give you that the sex was good.  Not bad for a drunk guy who can't find his way out of his bedroom.  But if you think it allows you to be an ass to other people, you better think twice. 

 

I was not being 'emotional' about the issue at hand.  It simply comes down to the fact you made plans with your friends only to break them without telling anyone.

 

When you make dinner/game plans with your friends then show up late already eaten someplace else it tends to piss off people.  Especially when they had you in mind when buying the food and preparing the food.  It's not the easiest to find something that everyone likes and that will make everyone happy.  Then to try to make yourself not look like an asshole, throw in my face a past mistake was unbelievable.  A mistake which only happened once and was corrected.  A mistake which in comparison to what you have done is nothing.  But I guess people can't make mistake around you because you never let them forget it. 

 

Yes, I did turn up the stereo really loud last night.  And it was childish but really you should be the last person to talk about being a fuck adult.  You want me to go there?  You want me to play on your fucking level?  I didn't fucking think so. 

 

It's pretty sad when all that was needed was, "I'm sorry, I forgot" was needed.  All you had to do was show that you didn't mean to be such a dick, or fake it at least.

 

So, do stop this thinking that your dick has me all fucked up and that your dick drives me to do emotional crap, because it really doesn't.  Your dick isn't some magic stick that drives women crazy.  It's just a dick like every other dick.  And your skills are average just like every other fucking asshole walking on this earth.  And it was nothing but a POA. 

 

Love,

The Renter

I'm Not Into Chicks But...

...this is hot. She looks fabulous.

Stupid Landlord

Customer Service Rep:  Thank you for calling ABC Company, this is Debbie how may I help you?

 

Me:  I have a question about my bill.

 

CSR:  I can help you with that.  What is the name on the account?

 

Me: The landlord.

 

CSR:  What is the account number?

 

Me:  LNR1234567890

 

CSR:  Thank you, and the pin number?

 

…Silence…

 

…Deep sigh…

 

CSR:  Your pin number, please?

 

Me:  (Deep sigh) 6…9…6…9…6…9

 

…Silence…

 

…Giggle…

 

Me:  (Hanging head) I hate that pin number.  The landlord pick it…stupid boys.

 

CSR:  I can see how it might be embarrassing to give that number out.

 

…Giggle…

 

Me:  Tell me about it, leave it to him to pick those numbers out of all the different combos he could have picked.  I swear he did that so I would feel retarded everytime I had to call you guys.

 

…Laughing…

 

CSR:  I am not laughing at you, I'm laughing with you.  Oh my, can you imagine having to tell that number to a male CSR (bigger laughter).  Oh!

STOP TEXTING ME!

The landlord told everyone last night that I was pregnant. 

 

Why he would tell this to anyone, when I am not pregnant...I will never know.

 

But you can all stop texting me. 

 

I AM NOT PREGNANT!

 

The landlord is just an idiot. 

Cheap

My favorite hotel in Phoenix AZ have now lowered their rates to $69.00 a night.  I think I need to go back.  Soon.