It's All Fun and Games

A few days ago I had the pleasure of hanging out with my little sister.  As usual we talked about very deep and serious things.  At one point she took a break from stuffing sweet potato fries in her face and looked at me with a troubled and solemn expression.  "So, you know the song Pop Goes the Weasel?" she asked.

I do know the song, so I nodded.

"Well," she went on, "I just don't understand what it MEANS.  I mean, really, WHAT DOES IT MEAN?"

Although we thoroughly analyzed the lyrics and spent a few hours discussing the philosophy of "It's all fun and games until...," we weren't quite able to connect the dots.  What do you think it means?

Chicken Bowl XIII

Hello readers!

Some of you may remember a previous post wherein I confessed to being horribly addicted to the Spicy Sashimi Salad at Sansai.  I'm sad to say, I fell off the wagon today and ate it again.  It was completely glorious and I don't regret it all.  I don't even know why I gave it up in the first place...

But that's not why I'm writing this post!  I'm writing to tell you about how, as I stood in that old, familiar, Japanese crack house, I was struck dumb while ordering. :(

I don't even know why I looked at the menu since I never order anything other than the crack salad, but I happened to glance up and saw "Chicken Bowl" listed as one of the items.  Suddenly, all I could think about was the world's most bad ass chicken fighting event.

The real world sort of slipped away and somewhere in my mind I heard Michael Buffer saying, "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO THE THIRTEENTH ANNUAL ALL AMERICAN CHICKEN BOWL!"  The menu and the alarmed cashier vanished and this is what I saw:

I must have mumbled my order eventually, because the next thing I remember is eating the crack salad.  And even though it was delicious, all I can think about now is The Chicken Bowl.  Maybe if I go back tomorrow for more Spicy Sashimi Salad the obsessive thoughts will go away...?

This Is Exactly What I Look Like Right Now...

Hello, readers!

I'm sorry I abandoned you for a while.  I've been busy.  Really, really busy.  I went for a week-long excursion down the Niobrara River, and I have the bruises to prove it.  The best part is that I can now say I contributed to the burning of an outhouse.  That was neat!  Maybe I'll write that story for you later...

In other news, my employment has snowballed out of control, which is why I haven't blogged in a while.  I think it's because I was unemployed a few years ago and I wished every day that I could have an awesome job that kept me really busy.  It seems the Wish Fairy does grant wishes, but it happens years later, and all at once.  Here is a story board of how I think it went down:

Once upon a time, I made a shit load of wishes...

But the Wish Fairy had more important things to do than listen to me whine about unemployment...

Eventually, she got around to granting wishes again, and I got mine all at once!

And here's what I look like now that I have all these awesome jobs!  Bloodshot eyes, random bruises, crazy hair, swollen lymph nodes, and bloody fingertips.  But I'm smiling! :)