Tags: bad joke, cheesy, finish line, marathon, my dog is awesome, race, runny nose, sick
Tags: cars, cats suck, george clooney, hummers suck, i love gravy, life, murphy's law, my dog for president, parking lot, thanksgiving
Hang around me long enough, and you’ll slowly start to find out that the universe is conspiring against me. I’m not really sure what I did to piss it off, but universe, if you’re listening: I’m sorry. You can stop picking on me now. Thanks.
If my life was ever made into a movie, it would be titled ‘Murphy’s Law‘. It would also be an animated 3-D film and George Clooney would play the role of yours truly. Yes, I believe that sounds about right.
The best example I can give is my troubles with parking lots. It truly is a microcosm of my entire life experiences. Like every normal person, as soon as I pull into a parking lot I begin to drive around, looking for an open space. Naturally, I first check near the entrance of the store, restaurant, bar, etc. Let’s face it, no one likes a long walk. Most people out there, they find those open spots. I wonder what the must feel like because for me, I never see them. Never. In all my years of driving. Never.
Now, that by itself is no big deal. And I would agree, a little exercise never hurt anyone. But the story doesn’t end there, oh no. It doesn’t end there.
Tags: accident, beer, cartoon, chili dog, drawring, giraffe, life, my dog is awesome
Well, I grabbed some notebook paper, some colored pencils, a chili-cheese dog, and a cold beer. This public service announcement is the result of that little session. It’s funny, I started the drawing from the top down. The more I drew, the more distracted I became with other things, and as a result, the crappier the drawing got.
As the old Russian saying goes, “C’est la vie!”
Seriously though, giraffes driving is no laughing matter. No laughing matter at all. 😦
Oh the huge manatee.
Tags: bears, bird, dust, happy meal, life, mcdonald's, mom, mother's day, my dog rules, swine flu
Last week, I had the misfortune of working in a dusty old warehouse, dealing with dusty boxes, looking through dusty papers, breathing in dusty air.
Did I mention there was a lot of dust? Because there was. Everywhere. Dust.
Being continually exposed to such depressing surroundings has a way of bringing you down. As if having to worry about contracting emphysema wasn’t bad enough, I had to stare at a deluge of dilapidated documents the entire time and nothing else. Bo-ring.
So why am I bothering to mention such a mundane moment? Well, one day amidst the dreary doldrums of that dingy dungeon I happened to come across a little baby bird nestled in the corner of the ceiling. I could barely see its head peering over the nest. This little dude was tiny. He would come to be my source of entertainment for the next few days . . .