So, this guy sang the national anthem at the White Sox game I went to recently.
And he Blew.My.Mind.
So I went on the ole iTunes and bought an ever-lovin' shit ton of his music.
Because, you see...
He Blows.My.Mind.
If you've already heard of him, that's awesome, and you are way cooler than me.
If not, get thee to the iTunes and buy massive quantities of his songs. You will not be disappointed.
And I have to say - this song? It's just SEXY
And yes, I did break a sweat posting that video.
Happy Friday, bitches.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
People I want to beat with my crutch
A mish mash of sorts, just to clear my head.
So, my intern started this week. A nice girl, a very quiet girl. A girl who over-stated (by a city mile, people) her computer skillz/knowledge. It's going to be a looooong 10 weeks.
People, please, tell your children - they aren't doing anyone any good by lying on their resume. I'm going to have to develop the patience of a saint. Today, I just want to beat her with my crutch.
It's 96 here in Chicago. I will not complain about this. I hate snow, and ice, and winter and blizzards. I can tolerate 80 at 7am. I work in a/c. I live in a/c. I have cold water, and movie theaters, and frozen fruit. I also have cold beer. Cold New Glarus beer. The people that are complaining about the heat? I want to beat them with my crutch. Seriously - if you hate the weather here all the time? Then get the fuck out. We don't want your kind anyway.
The people that do not let me sit on a bench, on the train, or on the bus? I want to beat them with my crutch.
The guy who is causing me stress regarding home improvement 2011 I want to beat with my crutch. This story is still developing -stay tuned.
The "wildings" or "flash mobs" who are attacking people in the neighborhood that I work in. A) Not cool beating people up for the fuck of it B) Not cool tarnishing the term "flash mob". I still want to do a flash mob - a fun one, involving dancing or singing or some such thing - and now that'll be all messed up thanks to them. I want to beat them with my crutch, soundly, for every person they've beat up in recent days/weeks.
The stars of Hangover II I want to beat with my crutch, and I haven't even seen it. I have no desire to see it. Over Kill.
The makers of Plants vs Zombies I want to beat with my crutch. And the zombies in the game that I cannot defeat in level 5-3. Love to hate you, PvsZ.
Aaaand scene.
I feel better now.
So, my intern started this week. A nice girl, a very quiet girl. A girl who over-stated (by a city mile, people) her computer skillz/knowledge. It's going to be a looooong 10 weeks.
People, please, tell your children - they aren't doing anyone any good by lying on their resume. I'm going to have to develop the patience of a saint. Today, I just want to beat her with my crutch.
It's 96 here in Chicago. I will not complain about this. I hate snow, and ice, and winter and blizzards. I can tolerate 80 at 7am. I work in a/c. I live in a/c. I have cold water, and movie theaters, and frozen fruit. I also have cold beer. Cold New Glarus beer. The people that are complaining about the heat? I want to beat them with my crutch. Seriously - if you hate the weather here all the time? Then get the fuck out. We don't want your kind anyway.
The people that do not let me sit on a bench, on the train, or on the bus? I want to beat them with my crutch.
The guy who is causing me stress regarding home improvement 2011 I want to beat with my crutch. This story is still developing -stay tuned.
The "wildings" or "flash mobs" who are attacking people in the neighborhood that I work in. A) Not cool beating people up for the fuck of it B) Not cool tarnishing the term "flash mob". I still want to do a flash mob - a fun one, involving dancing or singing or some such thing - and now that'll be all messed up thanks to them. I want to beat them with my crutch, soundly, for every person they've beat up in recent days/weeks.
The stars of Hangover II I want to beat with my crutch, and I haven't even seen it. I have no desire to see it. Over Kill.
The makers of Plants vs Zombies I want to beat with my crutch. And the zombies in the game that I cannot defeat in level 5-3. Love to hate you, PvsZ.
Aaaand scene.
I feel better now.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Beginning to hate the boot.
This weekend is Maifest. One of my favorite weekends of the year, and one of my favorite things to do.
I'm never so cute as when I'm pouring a beer.
Of course, this year, I'm not allowed to be at the fest.
Not that DANK didn't find other things for me to do.
All day sitting down inside things.
I thought I'd be happy to be inside, in the a/c, watching the fest from my seat.
Turns out it's not so awesome. Sure, I got to finish the book I was reading, and I did get to update teh fb with some witty tidbits to entice people to attend the fest, but other than that it just depressed me further, and I think delayed my recovery a bit. I've been in the boot all day every day, and not elevating.
I'm not getting up that often, I just think I'm putting in too many boot hours, when I'm working towards getting out of the boot all together.
I really don't want to turn VFN into a big schmoopy whiny thing, so I'll just stop right there. Here's hoping that I'll be boot free and into a much cooler, much easier to move around in ace bandage this week. Like, tomorrow even. I'm still going to be using one crutch, just to be safe, but the sooner I can shake the boot, the better.
So, let me live vicariously through you for now. Fill me in on your wild and crazy weekends.
Please.
Now.
No, really.....now.
I'm never so cute as when I'm pouring a beer.
Of course, this year, I'm not allowed to be at the fest.
Not that DANK didn't find other things for me to do.
All day sitting down inside things.
I thought I'd be happy to be inside, in the a/c, watching the fest from my seat.
Turns out it's not so awesome. Sure, I got to finish the book I was reading, and I did get to update teh fb with some witty tidbits to entice people to attend the fest, but other than that it just depressed me further, and I think delayed my recovery a bit. I've been in the boot all day every day, and not elevating.
I'm not getting up that often, I just think I'm putting in too many boot hours, when I'm working towards getting out of the boot all together.
I really don't want to turn VFN into a big schmoopy whiny thing, so I'll just stop right there. Here's hoping that I'll be boot free and into a much cooler, much easier to move around in ace bandage this week. Like, tomorrow even. I'm still going to be using one crutch, just to be safe, but the sooner I can shake the boot, the better.
So, let me live vicariously through you for now. Fill me in on your wild and crazy weekends.
Please.
Now.
No, really.....now.
Monday, May 30, 2011
As requested
I received a lovely, funny, concerned email from a friend....requesting a post.
So, I'm alive. I worked from home last Tuesday - Friday, spending time resting, elevating, icing.
I saw two very cool Sports Medicine docs on Friday. They both let me know what a good job I did on my ankle, and then sent me to x-ray just to be sure.
Again, not broken.
Looks like I'll be in the boot and using a crutch for the next few weeks. I have some exercises I need to do to avoid physical therapy down the line. I'm trying. They aren't easy.
The swelling is down (finally!), but the bruising is up and gross. I'm moving around my house with either an ace bandage or nothing, carrying a crutch just in case. The pain is still there, but in different spots, and the movement is restricted.
VonSis did my laundry and made a couple of awesome meals for me this weekend. VonParents brought me some of my favorite snacks from Trader Joe's. Peapod sent me a superhot delivery man and all of my groceries.
I'm going back to work tomorrow. Work means definitely boot and one crutch.
So, I have nothing witty or awesome to say. I'm sure my friends are developing a "what now" attitude about me. I can't play guitar because of my hand still recovering. I can't go too many places. This is my fourth major health thing this year, and frankly I'm tired of it. I'm tired of pretending it doesn't bother me. I just keep knocking wood, and trying to right my karma, and praying for some calm healthy months.
So, I'm alive. I worked from home last Tuesday - Friday, spending time resting, elevating, icing.
I saw two very cool Sports Medicine docs on Friday. They both let me know what a good job I did on my ankle, and then sent me to x-ray just to be sure.
Again, not broken.
Looks like I'll be in the boot and using a crutch for the next few weeks. I have some exercises I need to do to avoid physical therapy down the line. I'm trying. They aren't easy.
The swelling is down (finally!), but the bruising is up and gross. I'm moving around my house with either an ace bandage or nothing, carrying a crutch just in case. The pain is still there, but in different spots, and the movement is restricted.
VonSis did my laundry and made a couple of awesome meals for me this weekend. VonParents brought me some of my favorite snacks from Trader Joe's. Peapod sent me a superhot delivery man and all of my groceries.
I'm going back to work tomorrow. Work means definitely boot and one crutch.
So, I have nothing witty or awesome to say. I'm sure my friends are developing a "what now" attitude about me. I can't play guitar because of my hand still recovering. I can't go too many places. This is my fourth major health thing this year, and frankly I'm tired of it. I'm tired of pretending it doesn't bother me. I just keep knocking wood, and trying to right my karma, and praying for some calm healthy months.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Call me Bootsy
Where has your lovely hostess been THIS week?
Well, you should have been able to guess this one -
I.Got.Hurt.
Sunday I did a major ankle roll and fell big time, tearing up my right hand in the process.
Could not stand up. Just laid on the ground, face down, swearing and crying.
It took quite a while to get me up off the ground and into a chair.
Luckily VonSis and VonBroInLaw were there, so was VonMom (another story for another day, and NOT a good one), so I wasn't alone.
They got me up into a chair, and I was convinced my ankle was broken. My hand was bleeding like a sonofabitch.
VonSis took me to urgent care for some xrays.
Good news! Not broken!
Bad news! Hand tore the fuck up to the point of needing tetanus shot!
Good news! Immobilizer boot and crutches!
Bad news! Can't stitch hand due to location of the gash!
Bad news! Good luck trying to use the crutches with your hand all tore up!!
Even worse? Living alone when you have an injury like this SUCKS. I'm pretty sure I'll be able to get groceries via Peapod, but no one has ponied up to do my laundry. I may have to bribe someone.
Went to work Monday. Let me just say - people suck. I had to take a train and a bus. And crutch a lot. By the time I got to work I was in tears, and purple with the exertion of it.
Thankfully, my team is letting me work from home the rest of the week. I'm working, but I'm also taking time to elevate/ice.
Sleeping? Not going well. Roll over, pain, wake up. Pretty much all night.
I have a follow up with a sports medicine doctor on Friday. Hoping for some good news. I have a lot coming up, and crutches and/or boot are NOT in my grand plan.
2011 and I are so totally NOT friends.
Well, you should have been able to guess this one -
I.Got.Hurt.
Sunday I did a major ankle roll and fell big time, tearing up my right hand in the process.
Could not stand up. Just laid on the ground, face down, swearing and crying.
It took quite a while to get me up off the ground and into a chair.
Luckily VonSis and VonBroInLaw were there, so was VonMom (another story for another day, and NOT a good one), so I wasn't alone.
They got me up into a chair, and I was convinced my ankle was broken. My hand was bleeding like a sonofabitch.
VonSis took me to urgent care for some xrays.
Good news! Not broken!
Bad news! Hand tore the fuck up to the point of needing tetanus shot!
Good news! Immobilizer boot and crutches!
Bad news! Can't stitch hand due to location of the gash!
Bad news! Good luck trying to use the crutches with your hand all tore up!!
Even worse? Living alone when you have an injury like this SUCKS. I'm pretty sure I'll be able to get groceries via Peapod, but no one has ponied up to do my laundry. I may have to bribe someone.
Went to work Monday. Let me just say - people suck. I had to take a train and a bus. And crutch a lot. By the time I got to work I was in tears, and purple with the exertion of it.
Thankfully, my team is letting me work from home the rest of the week. I'm working, but I'm also taking time to elevate/ice.
Sleeping? Not going well. Roll over, pain, wake up. Pretty much all night.
I have a follow up with a sports medicine doctor on Friday. Hoping for some good news. I have a lot coming up, and crutches and/or boot are NOT in my grand plan.
2011 and I are so totally NOT friends.
Friday, May 20, 2011
To clarify, for Brando
Ah, my dear Brando, I feel I must clarify.*
You see, I am a baseball fan - a fan of all teams, all players, and all parks BUT WRIGLEY.
When I go to a baseball game, I want to watch the game, I want to score the game, I want to enjoy the game.
At Wrigley Field, you can do none of these things.
"Scoring the game" to those asshats means having sex at the game.
For a very very very long time, I was a die-hard Cubs fan. I mean, opening day 8 years in a row fan.
Then, I started paying attention, and realizing how much I hated the people who go to Cubs games.
Not to mention the fact that the last half dozen games I attended in that frat house shit hole I was mocked, taunted, made to feel like abosolute crap. By complete strangers, as I just walked by them. More than once, every time.
I did not know that Wrigley Field had a weight limit.
I will never, not if my life depended on it, not if they were doing well step foot in that place again.
It's not a ball park - it's the city's largest outdoor bar/frat house.
Now, the Cell?
Clean, beautiful, exciting (have you seen the opening montage?!?!), and WELCOMING.
Oh, yeah, and the people there go to watch baseball.
So, yes, this North-sider has switched teams, and proudly.
I'm all in, and I'm never going back.
The Cubs? Meh - but Fuck Wrigley Field.
*And I certainly hope we can agree to disagree, and be friends.
Let's have beer soon, just not in Wrigleyville.
You see, I am a baseball fan - a fan of all teams, all players, and all parks BUT WRIGLEY.
When I go to a baseball game, I want to watch the game, I want to score the game, I want to enjoy the game.
At Wrigley Field, you can do none of these things.
"Scoring the game" to those asshats means having sex at the game.
For a very very very long time, I was a die-hard Cubs fan. I mean, opening day 8 years in a row fan.
Then, I started paying attention, and realizing how much I hated the people who go to Cubs games.
Not to mention the fact that the last half dozen games I attended in that frat house shit hole I was mocked, taunted, made to feel like abosolute crap. By complete strangers, as I just walked by them. More than once, every time.
I did not know that Wrigley Field had a weight limit.
I will never, not if my life depended on it, not if they were doing well step foot in that place again.
It's not a ball park - it's the city's largest outdoor bar/frat house.
Now, the Cell?
Clean, beautiful, exciting (have you seen the opening montage?!?!), and WELCOMING.
Oh, yeah, and the people there go to watch baseball.
So, yes, this North-sider has switched teams, and proudly.
I'm all in, and I'm never going back.
The Cubs? Meh - but Fuck Wrigley Field.
*And I certainly hope we can agree to disagree, and be friends.
Let's have beer soon, just not in Wrigleyville.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Take me out to the ball game....
The White Sox game, to be specific.
I don't step foot in Wrigley Field. Those people don't even know there's a baseball game going on. You couldn't pay me enough to go there.....guess it's another topic for another day.
And, we are pre-partying at the batting practice party thing.
There will be beer, oh yes, there will be beer.
And since this is Chicago....
I'm wearing:
A long sleeved shirt
A tee shirt
A Sox fleece
A hooded fleece lined jacket
Wool knee socks
Jeans
Chicago has skipped spring and summer and jumped right to fall.
Needless to say, I'll be off work and off line tomorrow, as I'm going with a bunch of bartenders who have warned me to not even bother trying to keep up.
I call this a challenge....
I don't step foot in Wrigley Field. Those people don't even know there's a baseball game going on. You couldn't pay me enough to go there.....guess it's another topic for another day.
And, we are pre-partying at the batting practice party thing.
There will be beer, oh yes, there will be beer.
And since this is Chicago....
I'm wearing:
A long sleeved shirt
A tee shirt
A Sox fleece
A hooded fleece lined jacket
Wool knee socks
Jeans
Chicago has skipped spring and summer and jumped right to fall.
Needless to say, I'll be off work and off line tomorrow, as I'm going with a bunch of bartenders who have warned me to not even bother trying to keep up.
I call this a challenge....
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