Morning Craziness

Every morning as I get ready for work, I have the television on. As I approach the last few minutes before I leave, a morning kids show comes on.

I believe it may be driving me crazy.

I leave for work, and I hum the theme music in the car.

I get to work, and find myself singing it while I check email.

Throughout the day I catch myself humming or singing this song. I think there's some sort of morning, kids show conspiracy going on to drive me crazy.

Now I should tell you, this theory is of course, a load of crap. But, it makes me laugh just thinking I have this damned kids show theme song going through my head.

So after the opening credits, they show a cartoon called Arthur (the aardvark). The theme song for this show is actually the one that drives me wacky.

I found a clip on YouTube of Arthur, as well as the next cartoon they play after Arthur is over, Lunar Jim. The Lunar Jim clip is in Spanish I think, but it's still nice to listen to.

So here are the clips from Arthur and Lunar Jim.

Arthur -- Intro Theme


Lunar Jim - In Spanish?


Laterz
AH

Kramer Karma

Well, I have no excuse for not posting for such a long time.....so I won't make one.

But, despite having my clubs stolen 4 days ago, I went out and purchased some new ones, and played in a work tournament this past weekend.
Nothing like buying new clubs boost ones spirits after a car theft.
Wilson, Callaway, I love you!

And, for no apparent reason, here's some Seinfeld clips!

The Pimp


Merv Griffin


Kramer Clips


Do You Ever Yearn? Kramer and George talk


Jerry Becomes Kramer


Seinfeld - Kramer gets a job - TCB


Seinfeld Calzone

Friendly Sunburn....

On Saturday I went with my neighbor to help clear some brush and stumps out at his uncle's farm.
Currently, my neighbor has a 42' by 46 quansit shed where he and his brother store some of their cars (they fix up old cars, drive them for a couple years, then park them here). They have run out of room in this storage space, and are getting another 46' extension in June. In order to do this we needed to clear all the brush and old stumps to make way for this new addition.
Now I'm not the most athletically challenged person person around, but I've not been exercising like I should be I suppose. My jogging curriculum has gone down the tubes.
So we went out there on Saturday, thinking it would be a 3 or 4 hour job.

How wrong we were.

We got out there about 10 AM, and by the time we were ready to go home, it was 8 PM. And, we still had what looked like a full days worth of work to get all the brush and stumps cleared.

Now not thinking it would be a whole day job, I didn't take along any sunscreen or hat.

Bad idea.

The sunburn on my head (which is close shaved) was fairly intense. I put some lotion on it, and figured the next day it would start to heal nicely into a tan.

It didn't.

2nd degree burns are what I got for being a good friend. minor blistering, stuff oozing, not a pretty sight.

So today I stayed home form work to heal more, and get the burn under control. So far all is well.
I will go to work tomorrow, probably in time for the skin to start peeling. Yay.

Did I learn my lesson? I suppose so. But in all fairness, I wasn't expecting to spend as much time out there as I did. Had I known we would be out there for that many hours, I may well have taken some precautionary measures.

That's all for now.

I'll leave you with an 11 second clip from Family Guy:

Friends

We all have people we trust, people we hang out with, people we confide in, people we laugh with, and people we cry with.

We all have friends.

Friends are the glue that hold us together every day. Friends can make you smile when you are having the worst day of your life. Friends are a comforting, familiar face, in a crowded room full of strangers. Friends, for the most part, are the people you are proud of the most, the ones who you would tell other people "I know that guy."

I have quite a few people I would call friends. I even have a few I would call best friends. and I also have far too many people I call acquaintances.

But let's break it down a little bit.

Acquaintances - people I know, would say hello to, nod at, stop and shoot the breeze with. People I may remember a few key things about their life, and 75% of the time, I would remember their name.
These are the people who you say you know, if someone ask you if you know them. "Yeah I know Vinny, he's a hell of a guy." But really, that's about as in depth as it would get. I have no idea whether Vinny is, in fact, a hell of a guy, but that's what I would tell people.

Friends - Friends are there for you. Friends are the ones you see often. And if they live out of town, you email, phone, or see them when they are back in town for the holidays. But, even if you miss the when they are back in town, a simple "sorry, I got really busy" would suffice for a friend. They understand you enough to not ask too many questions, and take what you are saying at face value.
Friends are the ones you will go out to the bars with, or out to a movie. Friends are the ones who will sell the Social tickets for your wedding, and make sure all of their friends come, because they have all gone to their friends' socials in the past.
Friends are the ones you would pick for your hockey team, or maybe plan a small road trip with.

Best Friends - Best friends are the ones who will be there no matter what. You break up with your significant other - they are there for you. Someone in your family dies, they are the shoulder to cry on. You need a few bucks to tide you over, they are the ones opening their wallets (this one is sketchy though, not all best friends, or friends for that matter, should lend out cash in my opinion. It can lead to ex-best friends).
Best friends will stay by your side, even though they know you may have done something morally wrong. They will not condone this behavior, but have such strong bonds to you, they will not leave your side.


I think one tends to gravitate to those who are like ones self. We make acquaintances with those who share common interests, or know the same people.
This is very easy to do, because there's always somewhere to find potential acquaintances. Work, school, online web sites, you can find a new acquaintance without trying very hard.
The question then, becomes how do you, if at all, turn and acquaintance into a friend. Do you need more friends? Will this acquaintance be a good addition to your group of friends? Would you feel embarrassed if you were seen hanging around with this new person? All questions which run through your mind as you make new acquaintances.

It's a tough road at this point, whether to bring that new person into your life. You don't really know what the result will be if unless you take a chance.

It's the same with life and love though. If you don't take the chance, you will never know what could have been. Such is the premise for many a song and movie.

Next time you are walking down the street and pass by someone you don't know, stop for a moment and think about that person. You don't know them, but what if you did? What would it take to start up a conversation with that person, and get to know them a little. How would that tiny conversation change your life? Or would it at all? What if that's the person you're supposed to marry? What's if that's your next new best friend?

The point is, you never know. And you never will until you make that first move.


So go make a new acquaintance, and see if you can parle that into a friendship.


Laterz
AH

Pant Splitting Humor.....

Oh, just in case you were wondering, the link in the above heading has nothing specifically to do with the heading itself, I just found some pants alteration link and put it in there. :P


Ok, so pants. Yes indeed they can be the butt, no pun intended, of a number of jokes and good spirited comments. We make fun of pants when.....they are too short, too tight, way too baggy, riding too low on the hips, they make a virtual boner when you sit down, are an ugly color, have rips in the wrong places, the waist is hidden under your spare tires, they are acid-washed.

Well, you get the picture. Any number of different things can go wrong with pants. All of which are funny to others, and just a horrible nightmare to you if you are the one being made fun of.

I have a pants story for you today. Now I will say this, I am a good natured person, who can take a joke, and even laugh at myself if it's funny enough. And that's where this story is going.

So I get into work today, after the weekend which included April Fool's Day, to find my office floor covered in little, plastic, Dixie cup type glasses. Each of the glasses was about 3/4 full of water. There were no spaces between the cups, and my chair was embedded in the middle of this ocean of water cups.
There was no way for me to even pull out my chair if I wanted to without spilling um-teen numbers of these water filled glasses.

Well played I say, well played. Wouldn't have thought of this one myself.

So after several requisite rounds of laughter, and jeering at my expense, I set about the task of dispensing with these little water glasses.

No easy task.

I had a large, empty, several gallon office type water bottle to use as a reservoir, and I started to pout these little water filled glasses into this bigger bottle.
I was squatting down, sitting on the balls of my feet doing this, and would routinely stand up to stretch out, or move to a better position.

Then something happened.....I heard, and felt, a light tear of fabric.

Now I have ripped the crotch out of a pair of pants before, as most of us have at some time or another. This one sounded minor.
I stood up, looked around to see if anyone was watching, and casually checked the seem in the crotch of my pants.

A small rip, whew! This was maybe about and inch long, something which was easily fixable with a needle and thread, provided I could find someone with a needle and thread.

So I continue to empty the little water filled glasses.

Now there are times during this process, where some of the supervisors I manage, are coming up to me and still poking fun at me, making funny comments, and sometimes asking legitimate questions about work. So I am constantly crouching down, then standing up, etc, etc, etc.
Each time I crouch down, I do the old "pull up the pant legs", and THEN I crouch down. This is the technique which usually stop pant crotches from ripping in the first place.
Well as it happens, I must have been distracted this last time. As I went into full crouch mode, there was a audible ripping sound, and I could feel the whole seem of the crotch of my pants let go.
This was not an inch or two, this was long, really long, too long to be able to walk around and pretend nothing was wrong. This was the kind of long which people point and laugh at when you walk by. This was long enough that I was hoping, and praying, that at least I was wearing black underwear to match the pants and camouflage the blinking neon sign that said "Hey, look at this guy, he split his pants WIDE OPEN!"

Well, I check the seem with my hand, and sure enough, it's a massive opening. I will not be able to hide this at all.

I look out of my office, and see a supervisor on my team sitting at his desk.....maybe he can help me. I pick up the phone and call his extension.

In a whispering, scared voice I say "Hey man, you gotta help me".

He says "What's wrong?"

I say "I blew out the crotch in my pants man."

He proceeds to spit coffee out his nose and giggle like a school girl. I suppose it's only fitting considering what I just told him.
So he comes over to my office, still laughing.
I get him to check how the back looks, and yessir, the rip is evident.

From here the story gets pretty boring. But, it all turns out for the good. I decide I will need to go buy a pair of pants. I call another manager, and she agrees to come with me to shop for pants.
I end up getting a pair of pants, 2 pairs of shoes, 2 shirts, a belt, and a People magazine.
The real surprise of this whole situation, was I was not in a great mood after ripping my pants. But, after shopping and buying way too much stuff, I was in a great mood. Shopping made me happy.
I suppose shopping, in the end, is just an endorphin-releasing activity. I can see how people get addicted to it.

Maybe that's why people are soo happy around Christmas time.


And on a completely opposite note, I will leave you with a video which I laughed a lot at tonight...

Enjoy..hehe.




Laterz.
AH