Road Ball starring Rodger

Whoa, crazy... I know this is kind of soon for me to blog again but good stories deserve knowing. 

So, first thought, PS (whoa did that just confuse you cause it should, in yo' face!), go see Red it was a pretty kickass movie, something about Helen Mirren with machine guns is hilarious.

OK, so we go see the movie and we're driving out of the theater parking lot and I see something in the other lane of the road and I'm like "oh its a hat" and we get closer and no its not a hat... ok so Dan's like "maybe its a goose", we have this raging goose problems in Roch, no joke. But, alas, its no goose. Guess what it was, just guess, you're never gonna guess... 

It was a football, a freaking football that had been smoked by a vehicle a few times. Right, so you can probably guess what happened... yeah... we made a u-turn and we are now the proud owners of ROAD BALL! Sounds like a bad 80's movie doesn't it? ROAD BALL, from the creators of Mad Max and Tron comes the story of vicious gang of Road Ballers... 

We drive home and Dan's still cracking up about Road Ball; I feel like we should name the ball... maybe Rodger... and we pull up to a stop light and there's this person parked with the back tires on the stop line... I mean for real, THE STOP LINE IS FOR YOUR FRONT TIRES TO STOP ON... do we need to spell this out for people. So, Dan-o of course is laughing about my freaking out cause people can't stop AT THE STOP LINE, and tells me I should threaten them with the Road Ball... thus ensued my yelling like an amazon and telling Dan I was going to throw the Road Ball (from here known as Rodger) at this random car... now anyone who knows me can imagine what that would look like... Tif sitting in the driver's seat screaming like Xena and whipping a deflated football (Rodger) at a random car... ahh I amuse myself. 

Also, Frank thinks Rodger is his new toy and tried to fetch it... funny, as Frank's mouth is barely big enough for a tennis ball... no worries I have pictures. 

and now...

BY THE POWER OF ROAD BALL (Rodger), GOOD NIGHT! 

C-to-the-M

Tangential Evenings

It was my brother's 30th birthday this weekend, a good time was had by all... <end of thought>

So, anyway... I have this corgi, a really cute one, his name is Franklin Benedict Houdini Vedamuthu (aka: Frankie, Sir Shitsalot, Mr. Poopy Pants, Frank, and Wubba). Seriously he's the coolest dog EVAR. Let me tell you a bit about him. His birthday is August 28, 2008. He's a fawn and white fluffy Pembroke Welsh Corgi, yes I said "Fluffy Corgi" if you don't know what that is then google one, because for real its something useful worth knowing. His favorite pastimes include: chewing on the cat's head (the cat is named "Bean" by the way... put it together I know you can do it), chewing on toys, eating food, getting attention and RUNNING! Man does this dog like to run he cracks my shit up. 

Let me give you an example of his awesomeness... we took him for a nice long hike at Whitewater State Park the other weekend. I mean it was a pretty long hike,  we went up into the hills and were like climbing rocks, I think Frank is part mountain goat. On the way home the dog is passed out in the backseat of the car... I mean he was a tired dog. So, we get home bring him inside take off his collar and what not and then the running begins. Now, first off, how does this dog have any energy, and secondly what is the point behind this running because it seems to bring him some absolute joy its quite humorous... So, yeah, for like 10 minutes solid the dog is running through our little house. Tearing through the living room, up the stairs, down the hall, round about in the office, back downstairs, through the living room, peels across the linoleum, drifting around the corners and back through the living room... and so it continues and all the while his tongue is flapping out his mouth and he looks just over joys with himself... truly this dog is pretty awesome and quite frankly, Frank has more energy than he seems to know what to do with.

Other awesome thing about my dog... his tricks. Not only does he heel without a leash, but he rolls over, spins, dances (only with me for some reason), high fives, shakes, backs up, etc. and he learns new things all the time... Einstein dog. 

Ok, not to get too tangential about my dog (I did promise Niki an update though and this is what I've got with low brain power tonight and Frank currently sitting on my feet)... but one last hilarious thing, maybe its just corgis but I think my dog likes to make me laugh. His latest and greatest feet is that he seems to think pants are exciting... and not just any pants, but MY pants. I get home from work and the dog hops, yes hops, across the house to greet me and is on me for the rest of the evening following me everywhere, even when I go upstairs to change. He's so gentlemanly though he leaves the room when I change, either that or he's bored with me or its part of the game. Suddenly, he seems to know when the pants come out... he will peek his little nose around the corner and watch me fold up my work pants and get out either sweat pants or jeans, and I can just barely see that his butt wiggles... then when I get one pant leg on BAM! there's Frank and he tries to grab the limp pant leg, but never quite grabs it and he hops and runs away, and occasionally yips, and will bounce and hop until I get the pants on and come downstairs... I interpret this is "YAY! PANTS!"... I mean really... pants... its like my favorite thing evar. 

and on that note I wish you a good night, a yay pants! and a swot perderder!

CM

Rinse and Repeat

I haven't updated in awhile... my bad, it happens when no one is following your blog. But I'll give you a break down of events over the last while.

Here it is:
I get up, I shower, I feed the pets, I get dressed, I catch my bus, I get to work, I work, I drink coffee, I eat lunch, I work some more, I leave work, I go to gym, I go home, I greet dog, I take dog out, I feed pets, I make dinner, I go to bed, rinse and repeat.

Now, you might be saying "wow, that's dull" and I have to admit it has its moments of monotony. Life, as we know it, as adults, has its moments where we feel like we're living something out of Groundhog's Day; "didn't I just have this day? Didn't I wake up to the same Ke$ha song on the radio yesterday?". Then again we have those awesome days, those days where no one can bring us down... I call that day "payday" and it happens every other Tuesday. However, that feeling of awesomeness only lasts until we pay bills, then we feel like somebody's bitch... rinse and repeat. I mean is there anything about adulthood that's really significantly more spectacular than our previous youthful years... I mean lets consider this, when we're teens we have these moments of "man when I'm an adult I'm going to ___" or "when I'm an adult or parent I'm not going to ____" I don't know if I remember what any of my "___" were, let alone if they merit any importance in my life of rinsing and repeating the same day over and over again.

So, what is the point of all this rinsing and repeating? Also, I understand the "repeat" I keep referencing but what's the "rinsing"? Is it some daily cleansing I should be doing? Is the "rinse" a variable on a day-to-day basis that keeps things fresh and renewed? Like a change of wardrobe or eating somewhere new or making a new meal or the funny new thing the dog does or the latest episode of House? Are these things that are cleansing my "repeat" to break up the monotony? Maybe.

Know what I really think the "rinse" to my "repeat" is? I think its the latest and greatest random song I wake up with in my head almost every morning... I mean for real I come up with some random things and don't ask me where it comes from... now it might be something as basic as the newest Lady Gaga song, which with the amount the lyrics repeat are understandable to get stuck in a person's head (no offense Gaga I heart your songs with passion), or it might be something old school like Yellow Submarine... but I think the chart topper to end all chart toppers would be a song I hadn't heard in probably almost 10 years... the best "rinse" my morning could have before the inevitable "repeat", and that would be the morning I woke up with Sisqo's "Thong Song" in my head...

I think the greatest "rinse" a "repeat" could have at 5 am is something that makes you laugh outloud. Now some people's "rinse" might be to get up über early and work out. Other might enjoy a quite 15-20 minutes to sip coffee. Others still may like to lay in bed and stare at the ceiling. However, if I start my morning with a laugh because of some subconscious need to remember the "Thong Song" well... I mean the day can only get better from there. Also, have you ever noticed how epic that song is (yes I had to buy it from iTunes, I needed to hear the whole thing), its pretty hysterical, and totally jam worthy.

Now, I'm off to go to bed for another "rinse and repeat" maybe this time I'll wake up with some more epic tunage in my head... I'm thinking maybe some Cher.

Peace,
The Chicken Master