this last week really kicked my ass. with all the things i did with my family i never got enough sleep. this week doesnt look to be shaping up any better. i need some days off just to recuperate from the weekend. the problemn is the weather has been too nice. that should change this week as the hurricanes finally make it to the ohio valley and ruin golf for a couple of days.
as i was sitting around having lottery fantasies (which i regularly do) i came to the conclusion that the people i really hate are the one s that win the lottery and then say they will continue to work. continue to work? what is wrong with these people? i wouldnt work again (at least until the money ran out). i wouldnt give two weeks notice. would they give two weeks notice to me? hell no. they didnt give two weeks notice to the guy who had this job before me. i really like when a group wins because in all that joy i know there is some poor bastard who didnt get in because he knew they would never win. you just know that guy is going home to hang himself in his basement. see there is humor in every situation.
this weekend we all went to the big butler county fair. let me just say that i'm a city boy. i like the sound of a sirren once in a while. it really lets you know your alive. it is at the fair, walking through the animal exhibits, that i realize that living on a farm is a filthy , smelly existence. those pigs smelled like.....well......pigs. holy christ, the stench coming off them was worse than a fat chick chasing down bon jovi for an autograph on a hot day. they just lay in there own filth, crapping on each other....etc. they make your ass licking dog seem sanitary. i'm glad there are farms and farmers but i'll just stay in the city...thank you.
at the top of the ironic category is this story. tom rogers, 87, creator of charlie the tuna drowned while swimming alone in his pool in north carolina. charlie the tuna was always being turned down by starkist. i hope he and charlie are together now. sorry tom, only the best swimmers make it to the pool ladder. please dont tell me that i will burn in hell for that joke....you know your all going to use it. at least the ones who are old enough to remember charlie the tuna will.
well kids enjoy your monday. the weekend will be here before you know it
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I have always thought it would be fun to work after winning a really, big lottery. Not for the sake of working, but because you could go to work and be honest with people. You wouldn't have to worry about the financial fall out from losing your job. Of course, this would only be fun if you had an asshole for a boss.
I still say that starting your own busniess is KEY. It never said it would be WORK though. It would be like the PORN BUSINESS or something that had business in the title, but wasn't really work. Monkey Business! See!? Now who wouldn't want to be in charge of Monkey Business ???... work with me here!
You have to be old to remeber Charlie the Tuna? Fuck - How old AM I?
BTW - I thought your joke was funny... he was 87... time to die from something... and it sure as hell beats cancer!
"a fat chick chasing down bon jovi for an autograph on a hot day"
Nice mental imagery! Ewwww ....
madison, you are the best. you keep me grounded when my head gets too big. you are truly the wind beneath my wings
Sounds like a bad Monday to me!
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