I have sacrificed my first chapstick to the gods of summer. I carelessly left it lying in the cupholder of my car, and now have a huge mess in there.
It's bitter sweet, really. Happy to have warmer weather. Angry to have lost my favorite chapstick to my own stupidity. Couldn't even have left it standing straight up. Stupid. Stupid.
I'm not sure which I love more, Dirty Jobs or Deadliest Catch. At this point, I think it's a toss up.
But one thing I do know...I love this commercial. That's for sure. I sometimes wish I could break into song. I have a crush on Mike Rowe, the bald guy with the big ol' gun is super hot, and sometimes I wish I had the capability to set people on fire. (I suspect I am missing the point of their ad campaign, but whatever.) I could watch the Discovery Channel all day, if stupid work didn't get in the way.
Who am I kidding? I am totally one to mock. The troubling thing is....I'm not sure if I mock because it's silly, or because I am jealous that I didn't think of it first.
After careful deliberation, I'm pretty sure I mock it because it's silly. Welcome to the Ivory Tower of Judgement. Glad you could make it.
I have decided that a career change is in order. After a $300 phone bill and about 62 emails, I now know exactly what I want to be when I grow up. A Customer Service Representative for AT&T. It may not sound glamorous, but it has a few great perks. A great creative outlet, as you can make stuff up at will. You get to charge people for whatever you like and you get to declare new doctrine, like a voice from on high.
"Texting and data, once charged in the same category, no longer will be. And so it was written, and so it shall be."
I don't really understand the coffee craze. I prefer my caffeine cold, with a slice of lemon. And you better believe that I don't understand this. Coffee beans that have been crapped out from some Asian raccoon, rinsed off, brewed and sold for roughly $150 bucks?! I object to that on a number of levels.
I believe that there is a saying about people who have more money than brains....pretty sure that applies to any, and all, of those bellying up to that coffee bar.
There are two chiropractors at the doctors office that I frequent. The one that I see and the one that I avoid at all costs.
This is the one that I like to see. Call it neurosis, call it self loathing, call it what you will. This doctor is comfortable for me. I really don't care that he gets all up in my business. Makes me roll around and cracks my back and neck, at will. I don't worry that his arms barely even touch when he makes me reach my arms around my own body, and then basically hugs me and rolls my back over some foam tube. I don't worry about that....cause he's old. And he's friends with my dad.
This is the doctor that I saw yesterday.....against my will and my better judgement. When I left, the pain was gone from my neck. It had entered chubby little my soul.
I don't really understand the coffee craze. I prefer my caffeine cold, with a slice of lemon. And you better believe that I don't understand this. Coffee beans that have been crapped out from some Asian raccoon, rinsed off, brewed and sold for roughly $150 bucks?! I object to that on a number of levels. 
This is the one that I like to see. Call it neurosis, call it self loathing, call it what you will. This doctor is comfortable for me. I really don't care that he gets all up in my business. Makes me roll around and cracks my back and neck, at will. I don't worry that his arms barely even touch when he makes me reach my arms around my own body, and then basically hugs me and rolls my back over some foam tube. I don't worry about that....cause he's old. And he's friends with my dad. 
