Laughter is truly the best medicine
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
So you know, I saw someone snort on a TV show last night, and that's what prompted this whole post.
I've always prided myself on laughter.
Laughter is what makes not only MY world go round, but the people around me, as well. I don't imagine that many come here just to hear me wax poetic about something somber.
Laughter is what has gotten me through some very tough times, and is really a daily therapy. And sometimes, laughing is just as entertaining as what you're laughing about.
Shan and I laughed about something at one point, and so long and hard, that we simply laughed at the fact that we were laughing. We had to take breaks only to breathe. We even had to separate just to settle down. Laughter can do that.
Heather and I have a funny cycle we get stuck in now. We each have a quirk. I snort. She laughs like what's-his-face from "Revenge of the Nerds". If ANYTHING makes one do it, the other starts, making the other laugh, and so on. Example: I made some comment last night about our bass player...basically just talkin' shit...but it was very well timed, and quite witty, if I do say so myself. Anyway, it caught her off guard, and made her laugh in that quiet I-don't-want-to-laugh-in-his-face-but-that-was-fuckin'-funny laugh. In spite of the quiet, the "Nerds" laugh slipped out, which cracked me up so much, that it made me snort. And it was pretty much all she wrote.
One of my favorite quotes of all time came from Charlie Chaplin:
"A day without laughter is a day wasted."
So laugh, if for no other reason than the fact that today's Wednesday, someone actually nicknamed the day "hump day", and it stuck.
Oh, and poop. Laugh and poop.
I've always prided myself on laughter.
Laughter is what makes not only MY world go round, but the people around me, as well. I don't imagine that many come here just to hear me wax poetic about something somber.
Laughter is what has gotten me through some very tough times, and is really a daily therapy. And sometimes, laughing is just as entertaining as what you're laughing about.
Shan and I laughed about something at one point, and so long and hard, that we simply laughed at the fact that we were laughing. We had to take breaks only to breathe. We even had to separate just to settle down. Laughter can do that.
Heather and I have a funny cycle we get stuck in now. We each have a quirk. I snort. She laughs like what's-his-face from "Revenge of the Nerds". If ANYTHING makes one do it, the other starts, making the other laugh, and so on. Example: I made some comment last night about our bass player...basically just talkin' shit...but it was very well timed, and quite witty, if I do say so myself. Anyway, it caught her off guard, and made her laugh in that quiet I-don't-want-to-laugh-in-his-face-but-that-was-fuckin'-funny laugh. In spite of the quiet, the "Nerds" laugh slipped out, which cracked me up so much, that it made me snort. And it was pretty much all she wrote.
One of my favorite quotes of all time came from Charlie Chaplin:
"A day without laughter is a day wasted."
So laugh, if for no other reason than the fact that today's Wednesday, someone actually nicknamed the day "hump day", and it stuck.
Oh, and poop. Laugh and poop.
posted by PJ
4:06 AM
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You can't have a weekend without "eek"
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Let me start by saying you know the weekend went well when you have a mascot to represent it.
Come to think of it, I have two.
Sometimes a weekend is just really fun. There's nothing necessarily crazy or remarkable, but it's still a couple of days that just the mere mention of has the ability to put a smile on your face.
Both Friday and Saturday night were gig nights, so it was pretty typical, as far as plans go. The added bonuses, though, were visits from folks that I don't get to see nearly enough.
Friday I had a friend of mine in town from Minneapolis. Technically, she's in "the business", and was here for a show the next day. BUT, I was able to convince her to come in a day early so we could hang. So, she became my roadie for the evening.
It was her first time to hear the band, which is always exciting for me. After all...who better to show off in front of than your friends?
The place we were at this particular weekend is one of the farthest locations we travel to. It means for a long drive if you're by yourself, but with friends, it makes it considerably quicker.
The drive home on Friday was hilarious, filled with a drunken fast food rendezvous, and one of the prizes of the evening. Even though you have to talk them into it, it turns out that grown women can flirt with the Drive-Thru guy and get them to give you a Happy Meal, even if you're too old. They'd probably do it anyway, but at the time we definitely felt like we were on to something.
In the Happy Meal was some freaky fairy angel thing that now resides on my rear view mirror. We tried for the entire drive home to figure out what the hell it was supposed to be, but we still have no idea. We just call him "Moe".
On Saturday, my sister and her fiance came in town for a wedding, but cut out early so they could join Dennis and Tiz at gig number two for the weekend.
My sister gave me mascot number two as a belated birthday present, in the form of All My Heart Bear. Of course, now that Heather and Dennis have started the idea that I'm into Care Bears, everyone's getting in on the action. Fucking fantastic.
So, Saturday was filled with a Care Bear, guys who only know how to dance in a circle, and my sister proving that you really can pass out on a bar stool and not fall off.
And finally, this is the best T-shirt ever, but not for the reason you think. Long story, but something I just had to acknowledge out loud for the one person who will read this and get it.
Here's to the countdown to next weekend...
Come to think of it, I have two.
Sometimes a weekend is just really fun. There's nothing necessarily crazy or remarkable, but it's still a couple of days that just the mere mention of has the ability to put a smile on your face.
Both Friday and Saturday night were gig nights, so it was pretty typical, as far as plans go. The added bonuses, though, were visits from folks that I don't get to see nearly enough.
Friday I had a friend of mine in town from Minneapolis. Technically, she's in "the business", and was here for a show the next day. BUT, I was able to convince her to come in a day early so we could hang. So, she became my roadie for the evening.
It was her first time to hear the band, which is always exciting for me. After all...who better to show off in front of than your friends?
The place we were at this particular weekend is one of the farthest locations we travel to. It means for a long drive if you're by yourself, but with friends, it makes it considerably quicker.
The drive home on Friday was hilarious, filled with a drunken fast food rendezvous, and one of the prizes of the evening. Even though you have to talk them into it, it turns out that grown women can flirt with the Drive-Thru guy and get them to give you a Happy Meal, even if you're too old. They'd probably do it anyway, but at the time we definitely felt like we were on to something.
In the Happy Meal was some freaky fairy angel thing that now resides on my rear view mirror. We tried for the entire drive home to figure out what the hell it was supposed to be, but we still have no idea. We just call him "Moe".
On Saturday, my sister and her fiance came in town for a wedding, but cut out early so they could join Dennis and Tiz at gig number two for the weekend.
My sister gave me mascot number two as a belated birthday present, in the form of All My Heart Bear. Of course, now that Heather and Dennis have started the idea that I'm into Care Bears, everyone's getting in on the action. Fucking fantastic.
So, Saturday was filled with a Care Bear, guys who only know how to dance in a circle, and my sister proving that you really can pass out on a bar stool and not fall off.
And finally, this is the best T-shirt ever, but not for the reason you think. Long story, but something I just had to acknowledge out loud for the one person who will read this and get it.
Here's to the countdown to next weekend...
posted by PJ
10:47 PM
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Duck!
Thursday, February 16, 2006
I promise, I'm trying to blog...I've been so rediculously busy, it's freakin' me out. It's a good busy, but not particularly conducive to my blog family.
Just know...I'm trying...
In the meantime, Cheney's Got A Gun...
Just know...I'm trying...
In the meantime, Cheney's Got A Gun...
posted by PJ
9:57 AM
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Why Valentine's Day is stupid
Monday, February 13, 2006
OK...so this is totally going to look like a post by a bitter person. I'm really not.
Valentine's Day sucks. Here's why:
There are only two ways V-day can go. Either "expected" or "badly". Quite simply, if you do something on V-day, it's expected. If you don't, you're an asshole.
Perhaps there aren't enough dudes out there that would send flowers on a random day and have the card read "...because it's Tuesday" or "...because you're you." So, some stupid holiday had to be derived so that guys could get their quota in, and girls could feel like they accomplished a change in their otherwise semi-retarded manboys.
If I were a girl, I'd be pissed if the only time I got cool shit like flowers was on V-day or my birthday. If I'm as special as you told me I was before the first time I slept with you, I should get that shit all the time. And randomly. And in front of my co-workers so I could show off.
As a guy, to feel OBLIGATED to do anything such as this is just silly. I'd much rather give you jewelry because you just gave me the best head in my life. Of course, then I wouldn't trust you after that. You never trust the woman that gave you the best head of your life. Ever.
Not to create a cheering section amongst the women readers, but we should do that stuff without provocation. We should do it because you really are pretty fuckin' cool EVERYDAY, not just on the day we HAVE to say it.
But, then again, most guys don't know this, and it allows those of us that do to have much success. After all, if I give you flowers randomly, it may lead to, uh...jewelry *ahem* later that night. *wink*
Valentine's Day sucks. Here's why:
There are only two ways V-day can go. Either "expected" or "badly". Quite simply, if you do something on V-day, it's expected. If you don't, you're an asshole.
Perhaps there aren't enough dudes out there that would send flowers on a random day and have the card read "...because it's Tuesday" or "...because you're you." So, some stupid holiday had to be derived so that guys could get their quota in, and girls could feel like they accomplished a change in their otherwise semi-retarded manboys.
If I were a girl, I'd be pissed if the only time I got cool shit like flowers was on V-day or my birthday. If I'm as special as you told me I was before the first time I slept with you, I should get that shit all the time. And randomly. And in front of my co-workers so I could show off.
As a guy, to feel OBLIGATED to do anything such as this is just silly. I'd much rather give you jewelry because you just gave me the best head in my life. Of course, then I wouldn't trust you after that. You never trust the woman that gave you the best head of your life. Ever.
Not to create a cheering section amongst the women readers, but we should do that stuff without provocation. We should do it because you really are pretty fuckin' cool EVERYDAY, not just on the day we HAVE to say it.
But, then again, most guys don't know this, and it allows those of us that do to have much success. After all, if I give you flowers randomly, it may lead to, uh...jewelry *ahem* later that night. *wink*
posted by PJ
3:24 PM
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Gym Musings
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
I think someone at the YMCA has been reading my blog. This would normally be creepy, but there's a victory to be had here. THEY'VE FIXED THE SHOWER CURTAINS.
I went and worked out (more on that later in the post), and when I showered afterwards, I was thrilled to find COMPLETE shower curtains. They went from post to post! Woohoo!
I'm not sure why this is such a big deal to me. It did afford me a rather large smile which, I might add, is a dangerous trait to have in a room full of naked 50 year olds. Eek.
As to the workout, it was awesome. I'm sticking to it, as it's better than cocaine, right? While a good way to lose weight, there are dangers to cocaine, like losing a ton of weight and falling into the straw.
Anyway...I spent about two and a half hours there, and while it's difficult to walk now, there's nothing like the feeling of a great workout.
I'm not really the type to drool over chicks while at the gym. I know girls hate it when you do that, and plus, there's little motivation in flirting with someone at the gym when there's far more attractive dudes there than me.
Guys like me are an acquired taste. We're not the quick hookup. We're the "charm the pants off you when you bother to have a conversation with us" type. As a side note, this is why I have better vacations than most of my friends. Most guys are like, "Dude! We have to find the chicks! We have to get laid!" Guys like me don't get laid on vacation, and I'm apparently one of the few that know this.
Ever heard your girlfriend get back from Vegas and call you immediately, screaming, "OMG! I just got back...I hooked up with this guy! He's, uh...from Kansas...and average...uh..."
See what I mean? I'm more likely to be the guy YOU sleep with while your girlfriend's on vacation.
However...back to the gym. While I'm not one to drool, I CAN get caught off guard from time to time. Case in point last night.
While not the hottest girl I've ever seen, definitely in the top 5 since I've been in Wichita (for those that have never been here, they breed them well here...hot women abound). She was that cute, petite, fun-pink-Barbie type. Just a total Yowza! body. Short blond hair tied in little handl...errrrrrr...pony-tails.
Just gimme a minute...
Lovely.
Anyway. She positioned herself on a treadmill, in PERFECT view. I still had 40 minutes left on my cardio. I have an aural deterrent in my iPod, and a visual deterrent in her. Oh yes!
Oh no.
You see, it was the perfect view because there was an empty treadmill between the two of us. Then the largest woman EV-ER found her way onto the treadmill between us. While I give her credit for hauling her sizable frame to the gym, it was depriving me of some serious masturbation material.
You'd think I'd get rewarded for picking only a few times in my gym life to wish everything was in slow motion, but no. Maybe it was karma. Whatever it was, I definitely got the visceral smackdown.
I still powered through my workout in spite of the disappointment. I should at least get credit for that...
I went and worked out (more on that later in the post), and when I showered afterwards, I was thrilled to find COMPLETE shower curtains. They went from post to post! Woohoo!
I'm not sure why this is such a big deal to me. It did afford me a rather large smile which, I might add, is a dangerous trait to have in a room full of naked 50 year olds. Eek.
As to the workout, it was awesome. I'm sticking to it, as it's better than cocaine, right? While a good way to lose weight, there are dangers to cocaine, like losing a ton of weight and falling into the straw.
Anyway...I spent about two and a half hours there, and while it's difficult to walk now, there's nothing like the feeling of a great workout.
I'm not really the type to drool over chicks while at the gym. I know girls hate it when you do that, and plus, there's little motivation in flirting with someone at the gym when there's far more attractive dudes there than me.
Guys like me are an acquired taste. We're not the quick hookup. We're the "charm the pants off you when you bother to have a conversation with us" type. As a side note, this is why I have better vacations than most of my friends. Most guys are like, "Dude! We have to find the chicks! We have to get laid!" Guys like me don't get laid on vacation, and I'm apparently one of the few that know this.
Ever heard your girlfriend get back from Vegas and call you immediately, screaming, "OMG! I just got back...I hooked up with this guy! He's, uh...from Kansas...and average...uh..."
See what I mean? I'm more likely to be the guy YOU sleep with while your girlfriend's on vacation.
However...back to the gym. While I'm not one to drool, I CAN get caught off guard from time to time. Case in point last night.
While not the hottest girl I've ever seen, definitely in the top 5 since I've been in Wichita (for those that have never been here, they breed them well here...hot women abound). She was that cute, petite, fun-pink-Barbie type. Just a total Yowza! body. Short blond hair tied in little handl...errrrrrr...pony-tails.
Just gimme a minute...
Lovely.
Anyway. She positioned herself on a treadmill, in PERFECT view. I still had 40 minutes left on my cardio. I have an aural deterrent in my iPod, and a visual deterrent in her. Oh yes!
Oh no.
You see, it was the perfect view because there was an empty treadmill between the two of us. Then the largest woman EV-ER found her way onto the treadmill between us. While I give her credit for hauling her sizable frame to the gym, it was depriving me of some serious masturbation material.
You'd think I'd get rewarded for picking only a few times in my gym life to wish everything was in slow motion, but no. Maybe it was karma. Whatever it was, I definitely got the visceral smackdown.
I still powered through my workout in spite of the disappointment. I should at least get credit for that...
posted by PJ
4:50 AM
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I got tagged. It tickled.
Monday, February 06, 2006
So, I've owed SB a tag for a week or so. Here we go...
THE RULES: the tagged victim lists 8 different points of their perfect lover/partner, mentioning sex of that partner.
Female.
1. Funny. Not necessarily "Funny-Ha-Ha". She just needs to have the same kinda sense of humor that I do. She needs to "get it".
2. Independent. Have a life. Have a job. Have girlfriends.
3. Caring. Don't just let me care about you. Care about me. And show it.
4. Be strong. Stand up for what you believe in. Fight for things. Don't just sit there and let people have their way with you.
5. Be vulnerable. Even strong women need to let their guard down from time to time and allow others to help.
6. Honest. Cliched as it may be, it really is the basis for lasting relationships.
7. A good communicator. What good is the above if you won't share it?
8. Have the Vibe. The Vibe is what makes you attracted to someone you'd never expect. The Vibe is what makes you rip each other's clothes off if the time is right. The Vibe is what allows you to look at each other, have a conversation, and never say a word. The Vibe is what happens when you can fuck with your eyes...your mind...your imagination. Have that.
Get ya tag on if ya want to...
Hope your weekend was swell. Not to be confused with "swollen". It goes without saying that I hope THAT's true.
THE RULES: the tagged victim lists 8 different points of their perfect lover/partner, mentioning sex of that partner.
Female.
1. Funny. Not necessarily "Funny-Ha-Ha". She just needs to have the same kinda sense of humor that I do. She needs to "get it".
2. Independent. Have a life. Have a job. Have girlfriends.
3. Caring. Don't just let me care about you. Care about me. And show it.
4. Be strong. Stand up for what you believe in. Fight for things. Don't just sit there and let people have their way with you.
5. Be vulnerable. Even strong women need to let their guard down from time to time and allow others to help.
6. Honest. Cliched as it may be, it really is the basis for lasting relationships.
7. A good communicator. What good is the above if you won't share it?
8. Have the Vibe. The Vibe is what makes you attracted to someone you'd never expect. The Vibe is what makes you rip each other's clothes off if the time is right. The Vibe is what allows you to look at each other, have a conversation, and never say a word. The Vibe is what happens when you can fuck with your eyes...your mind...your imagination. Have that.
Get ya tag on if ya want to...
Hope your weekend was swell. Not to be confused with "swollen". It goes without saying that I hope THAT's true.
posted by PJ
3:08 AM
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Weekend's here...
Friday, February 03, 2006
Weekend's here...I don't have much to blog about today...
But, I'll leave you with this for your weekend. Click HERE.
See ya Monday. :)
But, I'll leave you with this for your weekend. Click HERE.
See ya Monday. :)
posted by PJ
11:56 AM
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Removal of the protective coating
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Honestly, I've been too busy laughing at the Chunk thing to post anything worthwhile for the last couple of days.
However, magic happened last night, and it's outweighed my need to giggle at the picture below.
Last night...I found an ab.
You see, since last summer, I've been on a bit of a mission. Ironically, not really a conscious mission...it just sort of happened. I changed my whole lifestyle. I've been eating better. Exercising a bit. Gave up the really poor habits in my life.
Since August of 05, I've lost 21 pounds. Not the biggest milestone for many, but it was no easy feat for me. I'm under 200lbs for the first time in 9 years.
Imagine if I was this charming and cut! I'd be unstoppable.
Last night, while catching up on some TiVo, I went from my "lying on the couch" position and sat up. I looked down, and what did I see? My first ab.
Imagine the thrill! I almost masturbated right then and there. Thankfully, good taste, and my cat's constant what-the-fuck-do-you-think-you're-about-to-do-in-front-of-me stare, prevailed.
There is much headway to be made, and the fight is not over. For anyone who's ever tried to lose weight, it's a constant struggle. For anyone who's had any success, you know that little things like this are what keeps you going.
Wish me luck.
Next stop? Being able to see my penis in the shower when I look down. I'm buying a fucking yacht when that happens.
However, magic happened last night, and it's outweighed my need to giggle at the picture below.
Last night...I found an ab.
You see, since last summer, I've been on a bit of a mission. Ironically, not really a conscious mission...it just sort of happened. I changed my whole lifestyle. I've been eating better. Exercising a bit. Gave up the really poor habits in my life.
Since August of 05, I've lost 21 pounds. Not the biggest milestone for many, but it was no easy feat for me. I'm under 200lbs for the first time in 9 years.
Imagine if I was this charming and cut! I'd be unstoppable.
Last night, while catching up on some TiVo, I went from my "lying on the couch" position and sat up. I looked down, and what did I see? My first ab.
Imagine the thrill! I almost masturbated right then and there. Thankfully, good taste, and my cat's constant what-the-fuck-do-you-think-you're-about-to-do-in-front-of-me stare, prevailed.
There is much headway to be made, and the fight is not over. For anyone who's ever tried to lose weight, it's a constant struggle. For anyone who's had any success, you know that little things like this are what keeps you going.
Wish me luck.
Next stop? Being able to see my penis in the shower when I look down. I'm buying a fucking yacht when that happens.
posted by PJ
4:40 AM
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