Happy Thanksgiving Everybody!

Why yes, it is a bacon mug of gravy.

IS IT TIME, YET?

Tired. Just Tired.

Hello everybody.

Science generally agrees that there are really only five true types of blog posts. File this one under the "work sucks" genre:

I am have been the head of marketing and public relations since March. I've been averaging a week and a half on the road per month since then. Frankly, I just don't know how much longer I can keep it up. I realized that I was excited to tell my kids that I'm only traveling one week each in November and December.

Due to a family vacation and a budget conference, I am actually not going out of town on business for five straight weeks. I'm giddy. I'm tired of hotel beds, rental cars, and pre-flight safety instructions. And, due to some d-bag's similar name on the watch list, I have to do agent check-in for my flights. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

Once again I've lost my garden to a lack of watering and weeding. I've got a ton of vacation time that I'm not going to take again. I need a break, but I've got too much to get done as it is. I want to take a long nap - about two weeks.

But people need me. At least I'll be able to see the Kaiser and Head-n-Tether in the next few weeks. It'll have to do.

Thanks for letting me bitch.

working stiff

overheard @ the PBR:

"How can you drink a 12-pack?"

"Easy, you open the first beer and drink it. Keep going until your hand touches cardboard."

Oof, the crack of noon came early today. But thanks to the curative properties of coffee and water, I am at work; all bright eyed and bushy-tailed.

Like a hungover raccoon.

Heaven help the weak livered.

Why can't you people get this straight?

No wonder they couldn't kick out the Limey bastards; they can't even decide on the friggin' lyrics to this song.

Look, I get it, its catchy. There's theft, fighting and betrayal. There's Whiskey in the CHORUS, people. I love the song (screw Thin Lizzy and Metallica), all 932 versions. And that's the problem - how can no one in the whole blessed island sober up for 10 minutes, put down the potato, and say, "Hey! Sean, Jimmy, Paddy. Let's write the mother down." 'Course, that's 90% of the male population and you'll need time to get that much Guinness, but still, I think its worth the effort. Or here's a thought: Grab one of the million or so leprechaun's they've got running around and throttle the little bastard until he ups with the official version.

I mean really, they can't even decide on the name of the guy who gets robbed or the doxy who turns him in. Which mountain is he going over? IT'S AN ISLAND PEOPLE - you do not have 3,000 miles of uninterrupted UP.

It shouldn't be too hard, just ask another song. Every cowflop and hillock's got some true love lost ballad or somebody's son died here dirge. "Hey Danny Boy, where'd the highwayman get popped. Oh sure, you didn't see nothing. For 10 years you been a pain in my ass everytime Kaiser gets in his cups and sings Karaoke. You owe me bitch - spill it."

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Ted, never let it be said that your anal retentive attention to detail never yielded positive results...

So, I am apparently guilty of the odious sin of (gasp) posting a new caption contest picture before crowning the previous winner. Thanks Ted. How did we survive with this travesty unaddressed?

(no KAI - I do not have pictures of some chick name Travesty. un-AD-dressed. stop calling.)

I've decided that the winner is, in fact, winners. Props to Mello for quality and to the Wolf (long time listener, first time caller) for quantity. See the cashier to collect your winnings. Tip your croupier.

Now these chicks are cool... (caption contest)