Major decision made today

I love me some Cafepress.com

I have bought way cool stuff on this website- a Snakes on a Plane t-shirt, 06 Bride hoodie for my betrothed girlfriend, and obviously, my dope vampire gear. So today I finally put it together that I can literally have my own ethereal store of merchandise. It will be a little while before I can get the artwork together, but it’s going to be RIDICULOUSLY cool. I will also probably be the only person ordering up and wearing these things, HOWEVER…that is besides the point.

Where did I get this most amazing idea? From my daily Nanners, of course.

Stay tuned, my friends…

Boy to lock eyes with destiny on Aug. 29th

I read a story in the Trib yesterday about a 7-year-old boy named Wrigley Fields. No joke. His parents willingly gave him that name (as clearly they wanted him to forever live in a world of finger pointing and stupid jokes). 

Apparently, this little lad will be throwing out the first pitch at his namesake on Aug. 29th. Check out the details here.

In closing…Go Cubs! Go Wrigley Fields!

I’m all over it

Fitting, isn’t it?

I’m looking forward to wearing this and creeping people out at grocery stores, restaurants, and family functions. Oh, and also inducing stares from my neighbors during my weekly jogs. One time I was at the gym and I saw this guy on an elliptical machine wearing a shirt that said, “Part time serial killer.”

I laughed at first thinking the t-shirt was hilarious…then realized maybe he was just being honest.

I got a fever of 103

If you’ve been diligently following this blog, you know it’s often that I get songs stuck in my head.

This past weekend I found my mind addicted to “Hot Blooded” by Foreigner. I seriously want to slap this song out of my head but it is impossible- I want to jam out (think air guitar and bitten lip) constantly. At my brother’s surprise 30th birthday this past weekend, he heard me humming it and found himself unable to resist the catchy lyrics…so we just started belting them out. Naturally, it was awesome.

When music is feeding your soul…there’s nothin left to do but surrender.

Hot Blooded

Oh yeah, this will make you call on God

So this past Saturday, Fitz made plans for us to golf with his family at White Deer Run in Vernon Hills. As we were approaching the 18th hole, all of a sudden, Fitz’s dad calls for all of us to look up into the sky…and this is what we saw looming above us VERY LOW TO THE GROUND.

Jesus H. Christ

I swear to God it was as if this thing had a wingspan the size of California. I pretty much thought this was the end of days (much to my chagrin, as I was playing the worst golf of my life, and wasn’t exactly pleased about ending on a bad note).
The stealth aircraft roared across the skyline (he was clearly in town for the air and water show), and I leaped to hide behind some shrubs near the tee box screaming for my life (while trying to NOT wet my pants). Fortunately, I seemed to be overreacting.

Photo Credit here