Friday, October 14, 2005

Apparently, you do try to go out there and look like a bunch of idiots.

And how well the Yikes have managed to do that.

Now, I'm no prude. (Ok, I am, but that has nothing to do with this.) But when your team is sucking it up on the field & when your new boss promising you'll play in a nice new stadium someday, when you get a breather between beatings to regroup and hopefully come back with your head not in your ass this time, what do you do?

You book a chartered cruise on the most populous & popular lake in the area with a nice mom & pop organization. You invite a bunch of whores, hookers, and of course your teammates. You get drunk, drop trou, and get hummers in front of the wait staff and crew. When things slow down, you present that ass-tickler you've been wanting to try out. You're responsible, of course, so you pull your condom off and drop it on deck. That's what the crew is for, right? Swabbing decks, or something. And you're paying those whores a pretty penny so you make sure they stay naked. On deck.

I hate the yikes. Asshats.

Go Gophers.

Sunday, October 09, 2005

No, I'm not dead.

My house wasn't uprooted by an errant tornado & deposited somewhere in Kansas.

I didn't cut my hair, board a Greyhound, and walk around oblivious for the last month.

I'm just busy. I've vowed not to blog at work (cool new job, started early last month), and I've found it really tough to make time to blog at home and to make myself blog the topics that come up. I've missed several in the last few weeks.

We did see my b-i-l off late last month. His deployment ceremony was held on the 28th and he left the next day. He takes this responsibility very seriously and had a lot to do in preparation to leave his civ life behind for up to 18 months. He gave his most fragile nephew, my son, his old field jacket with the name they share stitched over the right chest. And he found time to buy his youngest niece, my little girl, a birthday present weeks in advance. And in her favorite color. Purple.