i'm a fan...

as my loyal .7 know, i'm a fan of alaskan amber, but i wanted to iterate that i am still a fan.

i'm also a fan of jango.com - let me tell you how wonderful it is to go from the nitty gritty dirt band to johann sebastian bach then to kanye west. try it out and make your own station.

that is all - time for me to go play softball.

it's been 11 days...

since i last posted. i only make mention because it seems like it was only yesterday. don't have a lot to say, but i just wanted to post something.

things to do: beer, yardwork, help people move, yardwork, beer, clean house. glad i have some alaskan amber at home.

cheers!

a deviation i just noticed

i think one of the things i wanted to do when i first started this blog was to talk about beer because i like it. a lot of bit. i only bring this up because of the sale of anheuea;flkjagi...um, budweiser. personally, i don't care, but i just wanted to mention beer. i should go get some for tonight, tomorrow, the day after, etc. yay. beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer. i think i'll buy some dos equis or this stuff that i had on the fourth of july.

sunny days...pushing the - clouds away

i love this weather today. wish i could enjoy it without having to do yardwork. oh well. at least i get to be outside.

on a side note. hoooooray and triple-thumbs up to free cupcakes today. to think, the company thinks we haven't signed a contract with anyone else for our wedding day. too bad. but i'll gladly take their cupcakes

jesse jackson needs his nuts chopped off

i'm sick of this guy. really. he bitches and moans about how racism is still prevelant and the black man should get his or her shot. then he turns around and says that the black man (person) that is getting shot is not doing a good enough job and should have his nuts chopped off. shut your stupid old sorry-ass mouth up reverend. go away and die. we, as a country (and yes, i speak for everyone), are bored to tears with you and sick of you always putting your shit where it doesn't belong. you were not important then, you are not important now.

/rant.

my dad's dad was the sh*t. once upon a time.

the dreams are all but gone for now, but i do still miss my grandfather. it is a weird feeling, i'll admit, being that the relationship i had with him was pretty much non-existent. most, if not all, of my memories were of when i was younger than 16. when i had to visit with my dad and i didn't have a car or better things to do. i think it's the remorse. i think it's the guilt. i wonder what it would be like to see him one more day, not the way that i saw him in the nursing home, but the way that i remember him. like when i was 4 and he brought me a huge stuffed bugs bunny with the wire in the ears. i thought he was the shit then. he was walking home (he didn't live far from our house) and i remember chasing him down the block to thank him a million times over. that man could do no wrong at that point - well, to be fair, he never did wrong by me. that'd be nice, to spend some time with him again.

stay safe sam. we all miss you.
(i wanted to post a picture, i need to find the disc. i'm a bastard)

edit: i found the disk. picture above.