Sebbylite

I think it’s great that we have a holiday named after itself, and I know that some of my friends agree based on their various g-chat status messages and facebook updates. It is fortunate that May is such a great month for holidays to be named after. It invites feelings of joy and happiness. It makes you think of spring, and new beginnings, and wonderful times. In essence, it’s the type of month that you want to celebrate with friends.

But we can’t do that with all the other holidays as well. Think of it: instead of Valentine’s Day we have The 14th of February (say it all out: ‘Feb-roo-wairy’).

Oh, my darling. I love you so. I bought you flowers that pale in comparison to your beauty. I bought you chocolate that does not come near to how sweet you are. I got you a puppy even though his cuteness cannot hold a candle to the flame of yours. And I did it all because I love you, and because it is the 14th of Feb-roo-wairy.

And if there is any month out there that is less romantic sounding than February, I don’t know what it is. Ok, maybe March. Just imagine trying to come up with a romantic poem where one of the lines had to rhyme with March.

Let’s see… farch, tarch, garch, warch, starch. Starch! How can I make starch sexy?

Suffice to say, Cinco de Mayo … I salute you!

hmmz.. Sheep :D

-bad news bears go to japan
-sgt. pepper’s lonely hearts club band
-up in smoke
-halloween
-jaws 2
-animal house
-grease
-superman
-every which way but loose
-invasion of the body snatchers

Oh, and i was born. Good year.

Debbie.
Tom.

1) if you give me any more of that Alpo crap, I’m going to rub my harbl all over your toothbrush.
2) yes Timmy, you would get more action without that bowl cut.
3) you do realize that I’m not actually a girl dog, right?
4) hey! My water bowl is empty and the toilet is full of that blue gunk, a little help here?!?
5) bark! Bark bark! Bark! Growl!
6) seriously, grandpa did fall down the well again.
7) I’m just saying, if the ranger tells you that there is a mad cougar on the loose, and you go out looking for him, you’re on your own.

Over the last couple of days, I’ve been thinking about a couple different things. One, which should be obvious, is what is going to go on in Vegas (am I going to live, am I going to jail, how little sleep will I actually get, how easy will it be to get an anullment after a debaucherous casino chapel wedding, etc).

Another one that isn’t so obvious is this: who makes aluminum cans? Is it one company, or multiple companies? Does each bottling plant make their own cans also? Are there patents/trademarks/copyrights involved? Is one of those trademarks the sound that a can makes when it is opened? It should be, because that is pretty distinctive (just think back to your college days, and the student run movie theater. Everyone knew the two sounds that always rang out during the movie: 1) the sound of a can being opened. 2) the sound of the dumbass who had to go to the bathroom during the movie kicking over his bottles and having them roll down the cement floor/stairs).

These are the types of things that I think about during the day, and that keep me from going crazy at work. Welcome to my life.