Where for art though MEAT?

Sweet bajesus I am exhausted, on day 11 of a 12 day work festival. I don’t know why but for some reason the last few nights I have been unable to sleep. It’s like my spidey sense is tingling all night long. I seem to be in a constant state of semi-alertness as though Doc Oc is going to slam through my wall like the kool-aid man at any moment. Because of this I am insanely looking forward to Saturday when I get to wake up when I wake up and not to the sound of my alarm (assuming these rat bastids don’t give me mandatory).

Mike and I nerded it up something fierce yesterday, him more so then I (damn your internet technology sir!) and spent the whole day looking at Dawn of War crap online. I then was unable to fight off the urge to play some delicious Dawn last night. It was very satisfying; I found a new love for the Imperial Guard. After my delicious Dawn I watched the Cavs/76ers game. The Cavs still don’t look ‘great’ to me, I know they are putting a hurting on everyone, but they still don’t look awesome. Mo and LeBron are pretty insanely glorious, but NO ONE else impresses me. In the end I sort of wish I didn’t watch the game, because Elton Brand ended up looking like a post op Chris Webber which made me totally sad. Hopefully he can get his act together because the rest of the 76ers looked pretty decent out there. I also don’t get the Bobcats/Suns trade…. It doesn’t seem to help out either team very much, seemed a lot like treading water, I hope it works out for the Suns because I luv luv luv Steve-O Nash and Amare.

On the home front the Bob Empire recently had to give up ground against its mortal enemy the Jyesika commune. On the meat enriched planes of Moocowtasia the ravenous hordes of Bobians were driven back to the tasteless wastes of Vegiland. I tried to enact a total war strategy and burn all that was left behind, but unfortunately I can still remember the good times Meat and I once shared. The sweet sound of a kielbasa singing my belly to sleep, the nurturing hands of pork roast soothing my worries, the soft pillowy delight of steak, and the joy bringing embrace of my best friend Jerky. I’m sure my warriors will still venture out into the cold and forbidding Vegiland and scavenge what scant meat is available, but the Glory days of Meat on tap are now but a memory of a better time.

It also appears as though I might have some sort of allergy to Milk, which if proven right might just cause me to kill myself. Who can live in a world with no Bread, Milk or Meat? If only I was some sort of cybernetic-metrosexual-Hippy I might have a chance to survive in a world devoid of flavor; but I fear I’m not strong enough. I’m hoping once the milk products run dry in my house and I live off of what I can only imagine would be water, rice and dust that I will still be sick leaving me to look for another villain. As much as I don’t want to be sick all the time anymore, I nearly equally want to eat what I fuxin WANT! What kind of A-hole genes did I get anyway? Here’s a taste of life Bob, and ohh yea, that life that you taste, you can never actually eat that because your going to be allergic to everything, suck on that bitch! Couldn’t I have just come out retarded and not given a rats because I like to eat towels? (if your offended by that, well… I don’t give a rats; bugger off!). But nooo, I’m only half broken, like an old TV that you have to get up to change the channel on; you know there is something better out there, but you can’t access it….

Mmmk, all done feeling sorry for myself now.

I recently found out the power of ‘marketing’ when Macstore.com rolled a 1 on its Marketing save. Jessica and I were going to get a 47in Westinghouse from that same website, and part of the deal was a free wall mount (of little to insignificant value, I didn’t even know about that when I first chose to get the TV from their website). Anyway when I went to ‘double check’ that the TV would still be for sale this Monday when we had planned on purchasing it I discovered that the free wall mount was no longer part of the bargain. I was confused so I searched around for another deal on the TV mostly out of curiosity… To make a long story short in this search I decided that I instead wanted a Toshiba 42in and am now going to be making that purchase instead of Westy. So suck on that Macstore.com shoulda kept your meaningless free candy on the counter; or at least named yourself after a computer with some balls.

Time won't give me Time

I finally had some free time to toss up a new blog entry. Quite a bit has happened since the previous entry.

Mostly I've just been super busy kicking myself in the head via working overtime. I worked my rotation day off nearly every week in November, and am doing so again so far in December, today in fact is supposed to be my day off. The most irritating thing about it is that my overtime day has thus far been the worst day I've worked in that given week. Obviously part of this is the knowledge that I could have been home snoozin it up in my boxers rather then at work floozin it up in my jeans. The added work income will hopefully come in handy with all of Jessica and I's spendy plans for the next month or two.

In order to take advantage of that segway I may as well talk about our new couch. We ordered a coach from a company that is I believe called Home Reserve. Its a nice looking couch, but I'm not 100% sold on its comfort level yet. For some reason the arms are made with zero padding on the side. And to make them even more supremely uncomfortable there are various holes in the wood sides as well, so its hard and edgy... maybe I should call the couch Morning Wood Billy Idol.... But its actual cushions are nice, and even though the storage inside the couch isn't remotely as awesome as we allowed ourselves to believe, its still nice to be able to have a place for spare sheets; and I managed to stuff all of our midgets into one section (I of course had to drain them of their life juice first). The only downside of the new couch is that it immediately f*cked Boots' couch. The second night we had the couch she/he decided to make it his/hers. So now Boots lives outside, constantly glaring inside through the sliding glass door in a mixture of rage and 'poor me' eyes ala Shrek.

Now we are knee deep in the process of trying to decide whether or not to spend some serious *serious for poor folk like us anyway* cash on a new TV. Its doubly chancy because the one I think I want the most is a refurb deal, I'll get a warranty on it obviously; but its still pretty chancy. Plus we have to decide by December 8th which is pretty damn soon. I'm hoping we end up having the scratch to swing it, I believe we are moving in that direction. I'm sure I'll have some elation filled blog post if we end up getting TV humongous, I think I'll call him Bill.

Thanksgiving was really really great; there were a few hitches which I will go into, but overall it was super great. It started off great because we through a HUGE (for our Japanese standard sized house) Friendgiving on Wednesday. The amount of food in proportion to the amount of people was way out of wack, I think we only ate about 1/3 of what was available, but we took care of the 10ish bottles of wine, so I was proud of us anyway. I'd post more but I'm sure Jessica will do it more justice, with pictures to boot! Basically it was 15 unsavory folks, 6 pies, 6 hours long, (3 of which were spent in the trench's of the ever popular 'Tits and Ass' debate) and ended in full stomachs and smiles. The next day went pretty well to, the only bummers being that I missed much of my mothers thanksgiving in her computer room trying to decide on what Garmin I wanted to purchase (I ended up liking the Nuvi 260W) only to find out they had gotten us one for X-mas already (the Nuvi 205 if memory serves); so that was a big waste of time and made me miss out on family fun times, which I actually enjoy in shotgun like bursts. Then we had to skip my old man's all together because they moved the time back an hour. We then went to Jessica's thanksgiving, which can best be described as a sleep deprivation study. Your awake for a long time, but not much is going on, and you wish you were sleeping. Luckily the trolls in the basement shared with us their reclaimed Harry Lego bounty, much fun was had at the expense of random lego parts now surely being found in that room for years to come.

Eventually we escaped the Fun Vacuum that is the Paul's and traveled North to what Joan terms "little Sodom" (or little Gomorrah or whatever she said/ makes sense - I'm luckily unburdened by a religious database). After this I began a 3 day LAN party. If your unfamiliar with the term picture a room of either way to skinny or way to fat people, lots of computer created heat, ample supplies of Cheetos, Mt. Dew and at our age Alcohol and lots and lots of laughter and yelling. It was immensely fun, but I neglected my wife during these three days and I'm sorry (love you sweetie!) My consensus from this time is that A: We never should have stopped playing glorious MechWarrior and B: What the hell were all those Chinese slaves bitching about? Wall making is awesome!

I probably have many other tales of boredom, debauchery and everything in between I could share, but I've wasted enough of my time and whatever hapless soul just read this drivels time.
So without further ado...

Thigpen: Seeing is Believing, Win 1 of many; He's just living the Dream!

Super busy, super lame

I've been working a fair bit of overtime lately, not an insane amount by any means; but any overtime worked by muah is a lot. As a result of this I basically did absolutely nothing last weekend, caught up on a few shows and got a little sleep, but that in a nutshell is all I did. I'm planing on having a trifle more fun this weekend, but we shall see. Not much else to report on besides the excitement of last night.

We decided to green up the house and get some of that recycled blown insulation stuff. It led to a messy wild night of attic adventures. I wish we had been wise enough to take some pictures, but we never think to do that. Basically we ended up looking like we stumbled out of a collapsed building in a Hollywood movie. I'm not sure how Jessica could breath up in the attic even with the breathing mask. She's probably going to be coughing up cat style hairballs all week now. But for all the work I was really glad we got it done, and putting if off doesn't do you any good because it will hopefully save us a few cents everyday. I was skeptical of how much of a change it would make, but when I awoke this morning and wandered around our house it was actually fairly warm even with the heater set to 68. Normally it takes an incredible burst of will power for me to get out of bed in the morning because it is so cold outside of my cocoon, but not so this morning.

I'm afraid (hard to not finish 'I'm afraid' with 'of Americans) that is about all I have to post about, not a very fun read I would imagine. But I've had a mostly not fun, boring to live through last couple of weeks, so you can now feel my pain. Although magic with Markimus prime on Tuesday was great fun. Ohh and watching the Chiefs game was super fun. I didn't like the play Chan called up, but I love that Herm went for two, made me like him alot more. I hope the rest of our season sorta plays out like that game. Look like we are improving, make some bonehead plays, and barely lose the game. Its brilliant!

Thigpen: Believe the Dream!

Religion has once again dumped on my parade.

I wanted this post to be all about my joy of Barack Obama wining the Presidency. And don't get me wrong, I am thrilled. I had to wear my 'Obama 08' T-shirt 2 days in a row. It's sort of like rocking a KU shirt at work after they beat Missouri or Texas or Kansas State. Ohh the sweet satisfaction of rubbing it in. But I went ahead and threw all my euphoria into the crapper. The reason for this is that I remembered to check on the early results to Proposition 8 (The disgusting revoking of the right to same sex marriage in Cali).... I read this in Wallstreet Journal this morning....

"Early poll results Tuesday night showed California voters leaning toward overturning same-sex marriage in the state in a decision that could impact how the issue plays out elsewhere in the nation.
Approval of Proposition 8 would be a stunning upset in a $70-million campaign that just weeks ago looked to be running in favor of preserving gay marriage rights.
By 12:34 a.m. in California, 53.1% of voters favored passing Prop 8, as the measure is known, and 46.9% were against it, with 60% of precincts voting, according to the Secretary of State. However, both sides cautioned the vote could be very close and that it might still be early to declare a winner.
The passage of Prop 8, as it is known, would be a major victory for religious conservatives seeking to ban gay marriage in other states, and a crippling setback for the gay rights movement nationwide."

Now admitidly, it's not for sure, but it saddens me deeply that it is even close. I don't even think you should be allowed to vote on hateful, ignorant, backwards crap like this. The right of any two people to get 'married' should not be controlled by the state (or nation). If they are cool with 'civil unions' then what the hell is the deal with Marriage. It doesn't seem like you should even be allowed to vote on garbage like this, it feels like if Kansas randomly had a Proposition to make Hispanics use different bathrooms or something. Its just disgusting, and fills me with anger.

I even have a strange anger towards Jessica's mother this morning just because I can totally see her voting for something like this; and it makes me sad to know that not only do these people exist, but they are in my family, haha. Not only that, but her mother is well educated and practices reasoning in most of her decisions. Life would make more sense if I could just assume that the people who vote on acts like this actually are ignorant, mildly retarded members of our community. Unfortunately that is just not the case, and maybe I am being to hard on these people ('these people', now I sound like a bigot, haha). Its hard for me to put myself in their shoes (the heavily religious), just as I am sure its hard for them to look at the world through my eyes (when yur dead, yur dead). And heck, maybe her mother wouldn't vote for such a despicable bill, but even having to 'think' that she would just craps on my day. Anyway, I hope no one bothers to check this blog that is still flying high on Obama hope fumes.

I think in this post I refered to prop 8 as a prop, bill and act.... don't mind that, haha.

Obama: Believe the Dream! (haha)

Without Further Ado!

not many good viking Bob pictures, I randomly chose this one for it also shows debauchery!

Thunder thunder thunder ThunderCats! Its Cheetwhora!

The Shame Nap

Brothers in Arms

Debauchery!

Dr. Death doin it up

Dancing with the Stars!

Buddy christ!

Hey you, Bear... Hey Bear... Hey BEAR FUCKER!

Milady

3 Sweet effin Super Heroes and some effin guy I don't remember meeting

Gaze upon my superior costume!

Ohh the Magnificence!

If you had any idea what I was going for you would know I sorrrrta nailed it!

Jessica posted the pictures sooner then I would have imagined... So here are some photo snippets I felt like putting up on here. To discover the adventure behind the photo's read the entry before this. Plus these pictures are in no particular order, I was to lazy to reorder them after posting. Hope you enjoyed. Click on em to see actual detail, heh.

Its a long long road, OUT OF HELL!

That was a very dramatic weekend. I guess the easiest way to type it up is to make this chronological... And to mention this right now, I don't have any pictures to put up of Halloween right now, hopefully either Jessica will put them on facebook / her blog soon. Or I will bring some in on a flash drive and post them here. I'll probably do that regardless actually, if I ever remember. Now on to the show....

I was lucky enough this year to have my rotation day off fall on Halloween, so I was able to use all day Friday to get my costume together, which seemed like a fine plan with plenty of 'time' for error. As per my usual agreement with Past Bob (he's that no good son of a bitch that sloughs problems into the over-burdened lap of Future Bob) I did not actually leave enuff time for the Wal-inspired Temper-tantrums that were to follow...(dramatic pause)...I eventually began my day at Walmart, a fine purveyor of cheap crappola, making it the number 1 destination for cash strapped trick or treaters (read as everyone). I went in there with my list of needed goods, dignity, sanity and hopes/dreams. 1-2 hours later I left the store... but it seems as though I accidentally lost all of those items save the list within the hallowed halls of Walsmart.

It all mostly stemmed from my Dramater (I decided that is what a Drama Odometer would be called) clocking in at about 10 clicks past "Ohh Gash!". I needed a few simple items that I assumed would be gettable from Walsmart (suspenders, black pants, ball) and a make-up item for my dear Geisha (Jessica). I went after the suspenders first, because they were pretty crucial to my outfit.... I then wandered around men's department for so long I began hallucinating suspenders like a desert mirages. I even asked the Walsmart employee's for assistance which led to many dog chasing its tail type adventures. These eventually led to myself and the Walsmart employee who I was now fast friends with finding that although they had a giant suspenders rack, capable of holding at least 100 suspenders they were completely sold out... not one pair. This created the first crack in my sanity, which was widened when the exact same adventure took place in women's cosmetics while looking for Jessica's item. I then spent a confusing 15 minutes hunting down some ladies leggings for Derrick, which he then pro ceded to not use in his costume and is clearly meant for 'theme night' at the D-Bones household.

I just realized how much time I have spent on Walmart, so lets just make the rest of this brief. The long and short of it is I had a brain meltdown version of a wardrobe malfunction and had to coax myself out of it by getting a pair of black pants for 7 dollars that were marked as 65 dollar pants (woo JC Penny!); which I later chose to share my half digested lunch with, but that's getting ahead of the story. I eventually was able to put together my costuming (The Comedian from Watchmen, don't worry, its not just you; no one knows who it is). Eventually being the key word, we had planned to gather for dinner around 7:30, I didn't finish sewing my suspenders on (I ended up creating my own suspenders, eat yur heart out Martha) until 8:00. The night then looked as though it was going to go off without a hitch: Jessica in a very well done Geisha costume and I met up with Schwumps, riddick and Captain forgot his name and we had some bloody glorious Sushi (I want to take a moment to mention that Schwumps costume was out of this world awesome, I promise to get a picture up sometime this week!)... Shortly here after the wickedness of Halloween reared its beautiful, crystal clear head, and attacked me from the depths of my trunk.

After leaving the restaurant we met up with Mark (who made up the other part of our Watchmen Trio) and went for Trunk Vodka..... The problem with Vodka drinking, and Trunk Vodka drinking in particular is that you don't actually know how drunk you are until about 15 minutes after the binge is over. I apparently drank waaay to much in this period and all of a sudden my night was off and ruining, unfortunately it left my brain in the gutter next to the trunk.

My memories or the rest of the night are jumbled, jolly and probably wrong. But the way I understand it I yelled vehemently at anyone without a costume on; should of had my ass handed to me on several occasions; left various phone messages on various phones; ran into another group of Watchmen - shamed them utterly and moved on; ran into Angela in her Cheetwhora costume; consumed more Trunk Vodka; revel revel revel; and blackness. What came later in the night can only be described with such eloquent words as 'douchbaggery', 'disgusting' and 'violent'. Suffice to say Jessica was displeased and I awoke alone and confused.

The only bright side of this is that I now plan to enact a far better system of drinking; screw ever drinking out of a hard liquor bottle again, I'll have my flask and call it good. Its not fun for me to be that drunk, its definitely not a good time for my wife, and only the most hardy and foolish of people (read as John) probably get any enjoyment out of me at this stage of disrepair. I still had fun that night, but lessened the fun of others, was wildly hungover, and puked all over a perfectly good costume.

Now to brighter days for Bob and dark, shame filled days for Hamid - Saturday night Bob House Party!

The misses and I had a whirlwind day of "uhhhgggg I'm hung over" ... "I did what last night, I'm sorry" ... "blehhh time to go vote and hit up the AE employee sale"..."Hurray voting was super easy, Go Obama!"..."Holy crap, I didn't know there were enough shirts back there for you to buy that many, well done Madam!"..."chop chop, stab, cut (wood)"....."you do know you basically put yourself up naked on our table in brown form" - followed by - "don't be a jackass Bob"...."Is anyone showing up to this party?" ... "Is anyone cooler then Mark Schmeltz showing up to this party " ... "Ohh snap, its the Jesus; THE PARTY HAS BEGUN!"

After a short period of hmm, are Mark, Soomin, Jessica and I going to have ourselves a quiet night in... people arrived. I've already told everyone, but I may as well blog it as well. I was super surprised at the effort everyone put forth on costuming. Not only was everyone save one lass in a costume, but most of them were in fairly elaborate costume, varying from heroic, to comedic, to bear-fuckeric; twas fantastic. After I ran a short errand (had to pick up my viking helmet after the double fail of John/Pichu) I set the bon fire off (which was sort of unneeded on such a warm evening) and the fun began. It was a mostly low key party, there was a fair bit of Tippee cup, or flip cup, or 'Brrrdurrrmmm! *think trumpety noize* cup; whatever you want to call it. Other wise just a lot of talking, sitting, dancing, and the now Bob Party Requisite GERMAN DISCO GLOW STICK SHOW! I take 0 responsibility in this happening again, I was going to let a few parties sneak in before that debacle struck again. Sometime around German Disco Light show I began to wonder where Hamid had gotten off to... and now begins a tale of shame.....

Apparently what had happened to our good friend Blunt man is that he found himself pantless and throwing up in our bathroom. Which isn't all that horrible; the real crime was his failure to lock the door at a party where the most unsavory of people (coughJohncough) lurk. The rest of his night was probably a blur of visitors, snap photography, grumbles, shambles and shame. I felt bad for the guy, but the situation was nigh unstoppable. Luckily he got a chance to take a nap on the always comfortable 'slab o concrete' so that must have been nice for him. I haven't seen the pictures since that night, but he's in for a special treat whenever those leak out into the series of tubes and voodoo magic some buffoons call the Internet.

Sunday was a day to relax, clean and watch Thigpen. I really like the way our offense is progressing. From the O-line to the Wide outs we look soooooo much better then we did at the start. Unfortunately all the wheels have come off the Linebacker bus... Mark came out for some Magic, then Jessica, Mark and I watched the vast array of eye candy that Sunday night HBO offers. It was good. Plus Jessica cooked us up a yummy pizza (thanks sweets) But now it is Monday and I am at work, so life is now back to normal. I hope everyone else had a fun and interesting Halloween weekend as well.

Tyler Thigpen: Believe the Dream!

Whore-less Halloween? BOO!!! (The kind you use on the Denver Bronco's, not the sound of Patrick Swayze)

The weathermen better be correct about it getting warmer come Halloween... Whats the point of getting going out on Halloween if its to cold for women to exercise their right (or excuse) to dress slutty on Halloween! It was ball suckingly cold this morning, mine may have been sticking out my backside they were so chilly on my walk to the car. But it looks as though it should be mid 60s by Friday, I'll put a mean hex on the mad scientists who control the weather if this isn't true! Luckily it definitely looks like no rain, which is great since we are having an outdoor party on Saturday.

So on to actual news.....

In an ironic twist I actually got that job I interviewed for (after a 2+ hour long interview, blech); and then ended up being told I didn't want it by everyone I know, haha. I know they are all correct in it being wise for me to just walk away, but I still don't 'want' to. I'm tired of being told by everyone I work with at my last two jobs "why are you here, your blah blah blah for this place." I'd like to be somewhere that has actual expectations... meaning that just because I can create 7 out of 3 and 4 I'm not going to 'wow' my fellow coworkers. I'd like to be somewhere that I can be a 'professional' whatever the hell that means, but I guess that is what I am looking for... Ohh well, back to pretending to work and going nowhere.....

(ohh yea, I forgot to mention why everyone told me not to take it. Basically its an insurance salesmen job that is all commission. It has high potential earnings, but nothing guaranteed. Personally I think I would be good at it, which is why I wanted to take it, but I understand the risks and why I have to turn it down. The idea of being able to be my own boss was very tempting however).

Please say that some of you that read this actual watched the Chiefs game, because that game was soooo satisfying for me. I had a dream on Friday night that Thigpen was going to be our Quarterback of the future, it was a very odd dream, and very real feeling. I remember thinking in the dream, how weird is it that we have had this Billy Idol weirdo as our Quarterback for 15 years.... Anyway, I mentioned this at the diner I went to with friends on Saturday night, it was met with lots of mockery, haha. Which is to be expected, I clearly didn't actually believe Thigpen was going to be that awesome, but it made his glory on Sunday all the more satisfying. I know he didn't complete any long balls, but I didn't think the couple of long balls he threw were poorly thrown. He looked absolutely amazing to me, admit idly this is through a zero expectations "Holy crap Palin didn't throw up or speak in tongues during the debate" type of lense. Both his play and Bradley's play (as well as the usual sweetness of Bowe) allows me some of that silver lining I didn't think I would see this season.

On the downside it might mean that Sucka Jones and myself can't go to anymore Chiefs games, but its a sacrifice I am willing to make for my team, haha. I've got a new costume idea (besides the Zombie Viking that I will be rocking at the party at my house). I am going to be the commedian on Halloween night. Sucka Jones is being Rorschach, and Schwumps is trying to throw together a Nite Owl costume so it just made sense. Plus his outfit is so simple, and I could rock it again next year if the movie ever comes out, only better next year of course. This year it will be pretty damn thrown together, but his costume is simple so as long as people don't think I am a really really terrible captain America I am wining, haha.

I'm really looking forward to this week in food. Jys and I spent a retarded sum of money at the grocery store last week, so we have a really large, bountiful list of menu items. Plus at some point this week we are going to rock 'German night.' Which for me means Sauerkraut and Sausage with Mashed taters, and for her means beer; so we both win pretty hard. I'm going to try to use German night to Lure Jones into helping me gather fire wood for like an hour... Tasty Beer and Brats Jones... you know you want it!

Well tired of typing up my mindless chatter for 2 maybe 3 people to read. Until next time, I leave you with these parting words... Thigpen - Believe the Dream!

Career of the Living Dead!

I have a second interview with Bankers Life and Causalty... Which is good if for no other reason then I at least didn't blow the first go round. The biggest problem with it is I am uncertain, as of right now, how much I even want the job. I want it to make more monies and to work somewhere that I feel more useful, but commission based jobs are always a scary venture. I already know I want to aim more in the direction of trainee > trainer > management, rather then trainee > agent... But that doesn't make me free from commission. It basically all boils down to how much the consistent earnings are available, and whether or not I can even land the job... which is very very doubtful right now. I saw a great many people in that room that looked like they were probably more qualified then myself, but I am of course waay more awesome!

My football frenzy weekend sort of went better and sort of went worse then I thought it would. Rocking out some two hand touch with only 5 people was actually really really fun. And Hamid 'Randy Moss' Huggybean actually ran on like 3/5 plays, it was nuts! Hopefully he'll come out and play again this weekend, but that could be askin to much of ol Huggy. The KU game had a really really great first half... and an equally disastrous second half. As near as I could tell we basically just stopped tackling, and their QB was on his game all game long. I sadly had to watch this game without John or Mark, but i still had a great time watching it with the remaining warriors. Mark instead watched this game with Kristian who then forgot he was there, which is equally parts sad and funny... well maybe more sad then funny... but yea.

I had to make a new paragraph to describe for you all the glory that was the Chiefs game. Tina (Thanks TINA! not that you read this) was able to acquire four tickets to the Chiefs game from her aunt... we later learned the four tickets were Suite tickets.... and we learned some time later that they came with a free 'gold' parking pass, Jackpot! The tickets themselves were a ridiculous like 95 bucks a pop, and I think I remember the parking pass coming in at 35 bones. So Mark and I being awesome left Lawrence around 9:25 so we could get to the stadium early and do some tail gating (Tina and her sadly not assholish asshole boyfriend barely made it for kick off). The drive there was made all the more exciting by my rambling on about some story and completely missing a merge off of the highway... I think we ended up on 71 or some such nonsense... can't even remember now though. Anywho we get to the arena and spend a solid 20ish minutes being totally confused.

I don't' understand why they don't have signs to tell you where to go, instead there is just a bucket brigade of people pointing, waving and gyrating to get you where you need to go. And since we had no idea as to our final destination (mark pretended to know, but I know he's a lying bastich) we never knew which turn, or not turn to make. which ended up in a lot of angry human signs giving us anger infused waves onward, as if we were to somehow know where the hell to go before they told us.... good times. We then 'tailgated' which for a couple of losers like us involves Mark downing some miller, me swigging from a big ol' bottle of Vodka and throwing the football around....

We somehow manage to glance at our phones in time to wander into the stadium a good 10-15 minutes before kick off. When we entered the suite (which was located right behind the goal posts... so baller!) there was no one else there but us... and a manservant! Which was really really awesome. The suite only had like 10-12 places for people to sit, and no one was there yet so we both had some hilarious imagery of us being the only people there and having gereld our butler make us drinks and bring us wings all game! A whole lot more people came eventually (maybe 15 in total) making it less awkward. There was a ton of food, booze and liquor all for free and we made sure to take adv of the situation... So much so that when we left we just kept on taking advantage. Since the game was a blow out loss everyone else left early, but since we A: were trashed and didn't care and B: are die hards and would have stayed until the end anyway, we ended up the last four people in the suite (even *Gereld left). So being the classy gents we are, we filled up Carry out containers with Gin, Beer, Bailys and some actual food. It was a huge win!

In the end I hope the Chiefs don't win another game all season so her aunt can be super disgusted and give us tickets to every home game! Plus we would get a better draft pick, cause we need a bloody Favre out here.

Other then football it was a mostly uneventful weekend. Danger cat can be found exploring our bathroom a little deeper, which leads to her hilarious scrambles for cover when we open the door. But I think she is only frosty rather then ice cold on people now, so that's progress. Fatty just keeps on being bloody awesome, Kiley is as gross and silly as ever, I'm doing good, but unfortunately Jessica appears to be getting sick so send her some love hippy style.

I've got a pretty boring week lined up involving huddling away from the rain, attending work, and sleeping. Its going to be radical! I hope you all survive the rainy day blues, the weekend and Wickaween look to be shaping up real nice, peace!

DANGER!, Occupancy Limit Breached, taking on fur, Abandon House, ABANDON HOUSE! WEEOO WEEOO!

Welcome to my living nightmare! haha

My blog is taking a disturbingly feline bent, but so is my home, so I guess it makes sense. Last Thursday (I think) while Mark and I were playing magic (Jealous?) a tiny black fur ball appeared outside and caught Jessica's attention (obviously). She sent me out with her on a cat hunting expedition, however this cat wasn't having our reindeer games. He/she didn't so much 'run' away from us, as trot away at a controlled pace keeping us at no less then 6 feet away at all times. We foolishly made a lunge for the cat down by the fire pit which freaked it out good and proper and I assumed that would be the last we heard from it....

But low and behold it came back every other day save one, Jessica as you Can imagine began feeding and falling in love with the cat at a break neck speed. Over the course of the next few days the cat was fed and studied ala the Geiko commercials.

Last night I went to the fridge to get some ice for my tasty sweet tea which involves opening the sliding door because in our ghetto rific house you can't open the freezer all the way and still keep the door closed; who would want to though, honestly. Then I notice a pathetic little meow through the screen door and see the kitty staring inside and crying (it should be noted that it was raining and cold and terrible outside at this time). Jessica craftily used this opportunity to lure the cat into our home by placing her food just enough in the house that the kitten (did I mention it was a kitten before this? If I didn't its a totally tiny kitten) had to enter the house to snack. Then whilst the kitten was busy eating she snuck around the back of the house and closed the screen door behind the cat without it even noticing.

Once said kitten, whom we call 'boots' or 'socks' its still up in the air, (she is a tiny black cat with white feet, I could not find a picture that gave her feral green crazy eyes, and Albert Einstein like fur proper attention) was finished eating she realized her egregious error. Then came the 4 hours of hilarious fear and anger...

She sat huddled by the now closed door for a while, then once we got her to move away from the screen door just a bit we attempted to close the sliding glass door, during which time she would scurry back and forth attempting to get smashed. She then tentatively wandered around the kitchen until our new cat Emma approached her. But since Emma is a big fat sweetheart they got along just fine immediately. She even got along fine with Kiley, but she was most certainly not having any of our shit. I'm fairly certain she's under the impression that we are T-rex's and if she stands really still then we can't possibly see her and thereby eat her. She is all about finding a too tiny spot, backing into it, and staring out with her crazy eyes filled with fear if we approach. If you have been in our bathroom you know how low the big white towel holder sits to the ground, when Jessica attempted to show the cat where we made her poo box, she crammed herself under that, and stayed there until we went to bed, haha. She is really cute, and hopefully will become more friendly as time goes by, otherwise we eats her!

(I forgot to mention that about 10 minutes after we got the sliding glass door closed something spooked boots and she charged for the glass door. She even did an awesome little victory leap on her approach. But with the door closed this quickly turned into a victory smash, followed by a ninja quick 180 turn around, back into door, stare out terror filled eyes, CHEESE TO A CORNER! was some funny stuff)

In other news... I finished painting the house last week! And was rewarded by the wife immediately giving me more 'home improvement' tasks to accomplish. She needs a lobotomy of whatever part of her brain forces her to constantly want to make change with the house. I'm of the mindset that you do a little some'n some'n every now and then, and in the in between time you just enjoy the house, but she can't ever seem to enjoy. All she see's is problems. She's like Spawn or Raistlin and only see's death, haha.

Aside from that all I have been up to is catching up on my TV shows, I really love this new show called Sons of Anarchy or something like that. It's on FX and is a pretty quality show. We have also started playing football on the weekends which has been ridiculous fun, but I think we may miss out this weekend, I am trying to rectify that though... Ohh and I get to go to a Chiefs game with Mark, so that really really owns. Sadly it is against the Titans so it will probably end in shame and pain, but whatever, that just means more Colquitt!

Time for change...

Hmm, I really need to change the daily blog name on this to the 'random attacks of interest Bob' or something along those lines....

I've been super busy lately, which is actually kind of fun after the pre burning man constant plan of "Do NOTHING!, SOMETHING costs money(fear)". But now that we are back and have no pressing concerns we have eaten out a couple of times and are taking the time (and spending the dough) to get some of our ever growing house concerns fixed.

I've spent that last 5 afternoons working on painting the house, but in proper outside painting fashion only two of those days so far have actually been spent using paint. While the other were spent sacrificing my fingers to various spiders and spikey bits. Its starting to look really nice though. The funny thing is we mostly have people over for night time parties, so I doubt anyone will even notice, haha.

I haven't seen Jyesika mention the addition to our household on her blog yet, so I'll do the honors. We picked up a new cat from the Human Society (which involved having a retina scan, providing a family tree dating back to when my great, great, great (you get the picture) Grandpa Bobglegbhabob crawled out of the primordial ooze... I always just at the chance to use the term 'primordial ooze' its just so ninja turtle, I love it! Anyway back to the cat, she is basically a semi clone of Tula Ben's cat (Drew's brother, who I should call to hang more often at our gatherings, but he is always ladying it up that sexi bastard).

She is incredibly awesome though, I fell in love with her within the first day. I would say what sold it for me was her immediate coolness with my crabby aging puppy Kiley (I can totally call her a puppy and aging in the same sentence, bugger off!). They basically went through the usual ass end inspection and then were good to go, I am assuming it is their Grayness that bonds them, Kiley probably thinks she is looking in a mirror, per cataract dog. Hmmm, I am clearly living with the Gray nesters now, Darren would be so happy. But yea, she is ridiculous portly, made all the more silly by her tiny and petite head. She is so huge that our old cat box can't contain her awesome girth. Its an exciting poo explosion in there, Its almost as if Michael Bay directs her bowel movements.

(I was going to try and find a picture with bay directing an explosion, but that smile was just to perfect... Google image search + paint shop + 1 minute of effort = win!)

Its been so long since I wrote last I have so much catching up to do, but I'll cover more in future posts, I don't want to log down (is that the right phrase? log down... can't be... bog down... yes bog down.... ohh well, I'm log'n this one down) the maaaybe one person who has this on their RSS feed. In short, Zombie Nights are so far unparalleled success, Chiefs are on the comeback trail, my magic decks are unstoppable, and the price of schlop in China must have gone up cause King ate up like 7 bones yesterday, price raising bastards; How am I to feel disgustingly cheap if I am paying that much, gross class!

Oops!

Hah! It took me so long to figure out how to get this blog back under my control that now I am to tired/ brain hurty to actually blog, but I'm back, woo! Goo hawks!