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In other news, Jessica and I will be heading up to Columbia to give George 27 smacks on the ass. Happy Birthday asshole.
-JG
http://www.itv.com/news/index_d3dc88170958e3907c64a3e78fdc333e.html
In other news, Jessica and I will be heading up to Columbia to give George 27 smacks on the ass. Happy Birthday asshole.
-JG
Well it's Christmas Eve and Jessica and I are sick. It started the night of our first day off with a sore throat and now we're both walking around hacking and snorting like a bunch of old farts at a lodge. I'm all out of PTO so no time to see a doctor until February thanks to the PTO policy change.
I just heard Jessica get out of the shower, so it's my turn. We're heading out to do the fun shopping. Just picking up little things that make us smile and seeing the people rush around. Then we'll probably head out to see some lights or something.
Peace.
To those that have seemed somewhat pleased to have me posting a little more, I'm glad you enjoy reading your way to boredom rather than just sitting there. I still don't know that I'd call this a comeback, but it feels like I might be stopping by here a little more. Hopefully, I'll write some boring things like this and the past couple of posts and then it'll break my blogger damn and I can start saying what I really want to again.
In the words of the great Billy Idol, "Roight!".
-JG
George and Lauren came down Friday evening. I was thinking they would get here around 9pm and I’d have a chance to empty our storage unit before they got here, but he decided not to go to work that afternoon and they got to our house a little after I got home from work. That was cool…more time to hang out. We got some dinner at the ever delicious Texas Roadhouse and came home to pla some board games. First up was Mental Floss…look it up, then buy it. It’s a good time. However, the riot of the night came when Jessica decided to crack open the Malarky. This is the game where you read a question like "Why do frogs close their eyes when they swallow food?" and one person has the real answer while the others have to make one up Johnny on the spot. We learned that Lauren is way to honest for Malarky. Usually her "bluff" answer was a lot of embarassed laughter and "I don’t know". I think I almost crapped my pants laughing.
The next day George helped me unload the shed, and then began to persuade Jessica and I into the purchase of an XBox 360. We had planned on buying one next week after Christmas, but hey a George needs a little entertainment. We picked that up with an extra controller and our favorite, Tiger Woods ‘07. So it’s on in the Graff/McIntyre house.
Next up, a TV that we can see. Yep the big screen finally crapped out. After Christmas should be some awesome "opened item" deals.
Our company Christmas party was last night. That’s right, it was a Christmas party; not a holiday party. It was actually a pretty good time. I’m glad I don’t work at a place where the company party means people getting wasted and making out. The whole young professional office party thing where it seems to be a contest to see how bizarre you can act in front of people that expect YOU to help keep business afloat is not my gig. Save that shit for your back yard keg fiascos.
George and Lauren are coming tonight. The house isn’t as ready as I’d like it to be though. I’ll just put them to work.
98.1FM in Charleston has the worst morning DJ’s ever…EVER. So boring and and not nearly as cool as they think they are. If it Rocks, it’s not on the X. That’s for godamn sure.