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The selfless hat

I am baffled.  Yesterday I walked into the gas station by my office and as I did this guy in a glorious hat walked in as I walked out. 

I have tried to find it this morning on the web, but I have found nothing.  I would call this hat a mix between “gangster” and “goodwill”.  When I saw the hat all that kept running through my mind was the pure genius that went into the engineering of the hat. 

You see, the hat was placed on at an angle that you might see a young rap star wear a regular billed cap.  The hat was black and sewn into the dome was a real working clock.  Large enough that when I glanced at it as I walked by, I said to myself “It’s already 5:30?” I could see the second hand moving as well.  Pure Genius. 

Why wear a watch when you can wear a hat with a clock on it.  I’m all for simplifying things and if I can kill two birds with one stone (I have no idea where that came from since I have never even seen one bird killed with a stone, much less two but I digress) then I am an instant fan. 

Obviously the market is primed for this idea since I could not find a single hat on the web that had a clock option to it.  Maybe this will be my next business venture.

Filed under: Ghetto, Hero

Obama on the brain

Much has happened in the last 48 hours.  Not only do we have a newly elected president, but also our first african american president.  How exciting.  I have all sorts of thoughts running around my brain about this newly elected official, so I am going to spew them about as fast as possible. 

1.  Right now all of the news outlets are discussing who he is taking to Washington with him.  Rahm Emmanuel as his Chief of Staff.  All sorts of local Chicago suck up’s have (Not Emmanuel because I have never met the man and he intimidates the shit out of me) hit the jackpot now that their guy Obama has been elected.  I feel as if it’s a “The Jeffersons” tv show and everyone is movin on up to the east side (Whitehouse) since they finally got a piece of the pie. 

Amongst all of the people that are moving to Washington, I was waiting for the news to show a picture of me and announce “Dennis will be moving to Washington to be Barack’s official balloon twister to entertain the Obama children hours on end…”  One can dream, can’t he?

2.  Why does it always have to be about the black man?  The first black NFL football coach to win the Superbowl.  The first black President.  Why can’t it be “The first white coach to lose to a black coach in the Superbowl” or “The first white Presidential candidate to lose to a black Presidential candidate.”  Not that I really care either way.  Just sayin.

3. I am miffed slightly about my vote.  For president, as a republican and Catholic, my vote doesn’t count in the state of Illinois.  For all the other elections, it is loud and clear.  I still have issues with the whole electoral college bit, but being in Obama’s back yard hurts when I am not a supporter.  I pray that he is the second coming as the Democratic party has touted him to be, even though he is by far the least religious President based on his stance and voting history in regards to abortion and homosexuality among other religious political topics.  I won’t go down that road, but if you have time, I dare you to read about his voting history and stance on abortion, partial birth abortion, and the Born Alive Infants Protection Act that failed almost single handedly thanks to Barack Obama.  Google “why Jesus would not vote for Barack” and it makes for an interesting read.   

Outside of his views on abortion, I really like the guy.  Just because I didn’t vote for him doesn’t mean that I don’t have high hopes.  I think this country will be great with him at the helm and it will be a great story for the next four years. 

4. Piggy backing on the last post, Biden has hair plugs.  I don’t know why that’s funny to me, but it is.  Any time you can tell when someone had plugs, I giggle a little.  Insecurity about hair, or lack thereof, is funny to me. 

5. I will miss Sarah Palin as will many men in the US. 

This picture would be so much better if she was in one of those nurses outfits…

Here’s to hoping she makes a run for anything that puts her in the public spotlight on a frequent basis with those business suits and glasses sooner rather than later. 

I have other thoughts, but things keep flying in and out of my brain.

For the first time as a home owner, a neighbor is moving away.  Not only is a neighbor moving away, but a pot smoking, dog barking & pooping, child car stealing, no babysitting, fatty laying in the pool, flat tire car, ghetoo police arriving neighbor has moved away.  I almost did cartwheels when I saw the moving truck. Let me quickly explain each of my observations:

pot smoking: One of the many people that lived there or visited often had an older teenage boy. He would hide on the side of his car sitting in the grass at night only in view of my living room window and smoke weed.  I watched him several times.  It was funny to witness his name being called and to see how he would freak out and quickly hide the weed while he would jump up and run inside only to run back out and quickly finish it.  I debated about running out and quickly hiding it and having him come out and look around like a retard.  I could have called the police, but it was more entertaining to watch. 

dog barking & pooping:  They had these twin white poodles that would walk bark and shit everywhere.  We have rules about that in our neighborhood, and like Chuck Norris, they were above the law. 

child car stealing:  My wife watched one day as a four year old mohawked haired boy walked outside, with car keys, and proceeded to get in their van.  The four year old put the keys in the ignition and my wife watched as he started the car.  Being the kindergarten teacher that my wife is, she immediately ran out of the house and took the keys out of the cars ignition.  She knocked on the door and a grandmother answered ”wondering where the little shit went to”.  Not a single thank you to my wife.  The kid could have driven through our house.   

no babysitting:  See child car stealing above

fatty laying in the pool:  Each of the women were pushing 250 to 300lbs each.  I know, I weight close to that, and any one of the women could easily give me a beat down at the buffet line.  During the summer, all the fatties would bring their little kids out and the moms would lay in their bathing suits in the child’s inflatable pool while the kids played.  It was a very difficult thing to watch and I recalled fighting back my gag reflex on several occasions.  Let’s just say that the blinds were left down a lot this summer.   

flat tire car: They had a car parked for a good four months with a flat tire.  Once again above the neighborhood law.   

ghetoo police arriving:  I have no idea why since the police would only respone by saying “please move on sir, everything has been handled”.  I never saw a body carted out, so I assume it was a domestic incident of some sort.   

When we bought out in Round Lake in a beautiful subdivision, we thought we had moved away from the ghetto that we once lived in only to be welcomed by this neighbor.  They are gone now, so life is a little bit better in the hood.

Filed under: Barack Obama, Fatty, Ghetto, Vote, creepy, moving, stupid, trailer, weird

Where does time go?

I just checked and it’s been many days since I threw something up on this site. 

Last Friday was a little ass pain followed by some fun followed by a little more ass pain followed by more fun.  Close to an ass pain sandwich, but more like an ass pain rollercoaster.  I need new golf clubs.  One of the guys on Friday had this driver that was no less than five times the acerage of my driver.  The guy hit the shit out of the ball, but when you have a club head the size of the plastic club that I learned to play with at the age of three, how could you not? 

Saturday I twisted balloons for two hours outside at the University of Chicago Lab School alumni celebration.  I have learned over the years that my balloons do not like wind and the sun.  My least favorite thing as a balloon twister is this:  I spend five minutes making something.  As soon as the child walks away a gust of wind will blow that creation out of the child’s hand.  As the creation rolls along the grass, half of it becomes destroyed as the blades of grass pop it.  If you didn’t know this, blades of grass are balloon creation’s kryptonite.  

Saturday after balloon fun, I swung through and picked up pizza for dinner from Lou Malnati’s in Grayslake when as I was driving towards home I stumbled upon a diamond in the rough restaurant called “I Love Sushi”.  Having already bought dinner, I was attracted to the new restaurant like a moth to flame.  Genious!  What a great name for a restaurant.  “I love Sushi”.  The name works, because as it’s called, I do certainly love Sushi.  So, I swung in to get a menu and check out the place.  Twenty dollars worth of sushi later, I was out the door with my Lou Malnati’s appetizer.  This could possibly be my new favorite restaurant.    In fact, I loved the name so much that I am stealing the idea.  I have been pulling my hair out trying to figure out what web domain I would use for my future site, and www.iloveballoonanimals.com was available, so I bought it.  Why I didn’t think of that is beyond me. 

So, I had my pizza, I had my sushi, picked up some movies from blockbuster, and I was all set to enjoy a fun evening with the wifey.  As I pulled into my subdivision and rounded the corner of my street, I immediately noticed a police van.  Followed by 8 squad cars.  They were interviewing a man and a woman outside seperately.  As I slowed down to give the obnoxious neighbor sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong stare, I noticed three guys walking from around the back of the house to a car holding shields and machine guns.  You know, like you see on TV when they bring in those guys that have to hold the crowd back as people throw rocks and bottles at these helmet clad men?  Those guys. 

WTF?  That was the only thing I could think of when I saw police men in helmets weilding machine guns and shields.  So, I came to a complete stop, and waited for the men to reach my street (50 yards from my doorstep, mind you) and I asked the question “What the hell is going on?”  The officers assumed the annoyed “nothing to see here, move along” attitude while actually saying “We’re finished here.”  I laughed and said “Finished with what?” and they continued to walk and wouldn’t answer me.  So, I drove off and ran in and locked every door and window.  I don’t know why, because they were finished here, so there must not have been any threat.  Finished with what?  Did they just exercise the demons?  I haven’t heard “we’re finished here” since the midget lady said that after bringing the slimy little girl through the wormhole in Poltergeist.   I have searched the local news repeatedly, including the police blotter, but I have nothing yet.  I thought we moved out of the ghetto, but I don’t ever remember SWAT being brought in to my old apartment complex.  Wow.

 

Filed under: Ghetto, Golf, SWAT, balloon, stupid, train wreck, wife, work