N(o) B(lame) A(llowed)

So I'm watching the NBA last night on TV. Don't know if you are much of a fan. The Nuggets and Lakers, playoff basketball, and full of crybabys. It was by far the worst performance of a group of children I have ever seen. Every single time someone got called for a foul they would zoom in on the player and he'd have a look on his face of utter disbelief (i.e. "who, me?)

However, one player in particular gets away with complaining the most: Kobe Bryant. My how I wish the refs would "stand up" to his popularity with fans and tell him to shut up. What he does most players get called technical fouls for. Yes there was what looked like to be some "dirty" basketball goin on last night; however, you can't blame a ref for not seeing something that in the corner of your vision looks innocent. Grow up Kobe.

Subway Eat Fresh

So, I got a new t-shirt today. However, this isn't your ordinary T-shirt :-)

Oh the pain I had to get this (which didn't include applying for subway). Honestly, I just wanted to see if I could get the girls working there at Subway to give me something free. And after 6 weeks of "harrassing" them to give me a shirt lo and behold.....

When I think of how I got it, it makes me think of the movie "Lilo and Stitch" where the alien lets stitch go and the other alien says why'd you do that for and he replies "he's very persuasive".

Now as for wearing it....

Too smoke or not to smoke?

I do a lot of traveling for work and I like to take pics of strange things. I'm also a smoker. In this day and age it is usually pretty clear as to where you should smoke. However, ponder these two images.

Do you see my dilemna?

Trash Can mayhem

Ok. So I haven't written in a while. Call it for what it may be worth, but it isn't being lazy, just unbelievably preoccupied. However, I've been thinking about writing this for a while...

When I moved into my new home last summer, I purchased 3 brand-new spanking trash cans. Nice, durable, rubber-maid type trash cans. For some reason, I've been cursed by the trash can devil.

Not long after moving in, I come home one day to find my trash can in the street, run over. I think to myself first, "ok, so no biggie. I've got two others" (the bottom was completely caved in) and then "what sort of idiot runs over a giant trash can laying on the side of the road?" (by the way...does anyone KNOW how to throw away a trash can???)

Then we have a horrible wind storm. God in all his glory decides to play a magic trick and make trash can number two disappear. Poof. Gone. Again I think to myself "ok, no biggie. I live by myself, I can make do with one trash can". Then a few months later I find it sitting in my neighbors yard. Now you would think, "gee, just go get it." I fretted over this for a while. While the owner would know it isn't theirs, ALL the neighbors would think I was stealing his trash can-so I let it sit. I did con a friend of mine to go snatch it for me though. Back to two.

Then I'm sitting at home on vacation not too long ago, and I hear the trash guys pull up. I think to myself "I'll go get the can hear in a few minutes" I go outside, and low and behold I have another damn trash can run over, this one two blocks down the road" Ugh. Back to one.

I'm thinking I'm going to have to invest in a bright orange trash can next time....