I'm the King of the Coo-ool Jerks... whoo!
Well, I had dinner with my grandparents tonight at Peking, and that was a hoot. They have their favorite platters memorized by their call number in the menu. I, on the other hand, being the newbie, had to ask for fried wontons and chicken fried rice. Next time, I'll get General Tso's chicken; the rice is far too heavy on onions. Forget that.
Then my grandma and I went to Hallmark to get a Christmas tree ornament like we do every year. I got this cute little one that has a polar bear and seal ice skating together (it was either that or an Imperial-class Star Destroyer from Star Wars; always err on the side of cute).
I also realized today that Christmas is, in fact, my favorite holiday, though Halloween comes in at an awfully close second. I like the sense of goodwill and togetherness that Christmas ushers in, and the spirit of wonder that comes with the season. And I also realized that I really like Christmas songs; sure, they can get kind of irritating, I suppose, but they make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside nonetheless.
After all of that, I returned home and was talking to Jenny for some time when I remembered that Eric et al. and I were going to play Capture the Flag at Palmer Park, so I gave his house a call and found that they were already down there (they didn't know when I would be getting from the odyssey with my grandparents), so I did the sensible thing and put on my snowboots and big, brown, ugly farmer's jacket and bolted out the door. I ran most of way down the Ice Age Trail to Palmer Park in between 20 and 30 minutes. Of course, I was a wreck afterward, but I made it in time for some ferocious Capture the Flag action. And, on another up-note, I didn't encounter any Bigfeet, though I was at the ready to stand my ground against any I should cross paths with.
So, my entire body is sore now, but it was well worth it. Of course, I'm negating all the possible health benefits of my impromptu marathon by eating pizza, but, you know... you only have surgery once. Or thrice, I guess.
Well, that's the contents of my mind right now (I'm too pooped to think clearly), so I bid you all a fond farewell. And remember: you can never have too many puppies.
Love,
Ian
P.S. Just what is "She" lying about, anyway?
posted by Ian @ 11:30 PM
5 Comments:
thoughts on 'she'
likely just some n'er do well applejohn's idea of a joke.
either that or a bit of an interpretive sort of idea.
either way is rather unnescessary
Actually the witty people at Lamar™ billboards have another billboard on the north end of town saying, "He's lying". I suspect it's the whole stereotypical arguement between wife and husband or two children. My favorite Lamar™ billboard would have to be "Tall outdoor type seeks friendship, possibly romance." Or "The wet spot is water". Just thought I would share my opinion on a subject that is near and dear to my three sizes too small heart.
Apparenlty there is another billboard after the "She's Lying." one that says "Size does matter." and has a picture of some sport utility vehicle. This is entirely based on speculations of half-heard conversations, however, and I cannot back up this evidence.
Yeh, i heard that monday (tomorrow, as of this writing) they are going to finish the phrase. It is a janesville business is all i know. Although, it seeems likly to be the suv related one.
Joe
I heard someone say what car dealership it was for, but I forgot. I think it's a stupid campaign anyhow, since it's basically saying "overcompensate for your small phallus by purchasing a large vehicle".
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