Don’t Know What To Write About

This morning, I had a hard time thinking about what to blog on. I could blog about sports. The Jays are in last place, the Stanley Cup Playoffs are pretty exciting this year (’bout time) and the Lakers are kicking butt! But still, nothing really peaked my blogbug.

Then I read a post by a fellow blogger. It detailed one of the most beautiful things in nature. Something that is truly special. The magical phenomenom that is… the catfight.

Blogger buddy Sarebeth wrote a great post about getting into a righteous spat with a coworker. Please, read it. Here’s the link.

Good for Sarebeth for standing up for the right. Good for Sarebeth for handling the situation with just the right amount of class. Good for Sarebeth. What she did, she gets the highest award I can give. The WhatIGotSoFar Would Do Me Award. The award given only to the hottest blog posts around.

Keep up the great work Sarebeth. And next time you run into that skeevin, welfare, crack smoker, give her a shot for me.

Shoes: A Guy’s Perspective

Rawbean has asked other bloggers to photograph and upload their shoe collection for the whole world to see. I know at least one other blogger has partaken in this activity, Sarebeth.

As I’ve written before, I don’t understand why women love their shoes so much. Guys don’t look down there, we look at a woman’s chest, maybe her face, and probably her butt once or twice. Ladies, we guys don’t look at yer feet.

But far be it from me not to try to have a little fun and please the ladies. I’ve taken some quick shots of my shoes.

These are my “nicer” shoes. I probably should have polished them a bit, but it’s not like I’m wearing them tomorrow. After the photographs were taken, back into the closest they went. Notice they are pretty simple and black. Thems is man shoes.

These are my work shoes. They’re meant for working. Like man work. Notice the dried mud on the beaten down running shoes and the salt stains on the steel-toed boots.

These are my red Pumas. I like them. They’re red.

Brown Pumas. Not as red as the red ones. But they go nice with a pair of khakis.

These are my regular hanging out with my friends shoes. Plain Nike running shoes.

And here’s the whole lot. So there you have it, a normal guys shoe collection.

My List of Goals

I’ve been looking at my list of goals. I’ve haven’t gotten much done on there lately.

I’m thinking of bringing a bunch of DVDs to a used CD/DVD store. There’s a DejaVu across the street from work. Probably tomorrow at lunch. I don’t really care if I get decent coin for them either. I just really want to get rid of them. Make some shelf space. Yesterday, I sold a bunch of video games. I had a bunch of games I’m never gonna play. This way, I got rid of them and got a game I will play. Or at least, I hope I will play. Rainbow Six Vegas 2 only has to be as playable as the first for me to like it.

If you’ve been following this blog lately, Bob doesn’t seem to want a ladyfriend. That goal is just going to get increasingly harder as time goes by.

The weather was great this weekend. I really should have taken that toy helicopter for a spin. Maybe one night this week if the weather holds up.

Next weekend, there is a wedding I’m going to. Before I leave for the wedding, I’m going to have some quick photos taken of me. I’m still not content with the last photo I’ve got of me all decked out and done up to the nines.

That vacation is not going to happen this year. Too many things have come up. It’s been too busy at work and with my brother’s wedding later this year, my vacation fund is being turned into a get-a-really-nice-suit-to-wear-to-my-brother’s-wedding fund.

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There’s a new post in the Life with Carmine blog. There, you can read all about the best vagina I’ve ever eaten.

B.Y.O.B. (Bring your own Bob)

Okay, I’ve let enough people voice their uninformed opinions on my personal life. I think it’s time to set some things straight.

As some of you know, Bob has written a post about my relationship with my friend Janet. You can read it here. Some of you already have.

It seems Bob thinks there was a family dinner event type thing this past Saturday night and that I took my friend Janet to that dinner. It wasn’t a family thing. It was a dinner in celebration of my friend Juicette’s birhtday. This past Saturday night, she invited a bunch of her friends out for dinner and drinks. I don’t know Juicette’s friends all that well. Really, the only one I know is Juice and maybe one or two people whom I’ve met through Juice.

Due to the fact that I don’t know many people there, I bring a friend. Bob knows this because the last two years on Juicette’s birthday, I brought him along.

I think Bob is starting to freak out a bit as I’ve got a new friend to take to parties and such where I don’t know anybody.

Or maybe Bob has simply misunderstood some of the finer details as I regailed him about my busy weekend. For you see, the next day, Sunday, I went to my future sister-in-law’s house for another party. That was a family type thing. my future sister-in-law’s mother invited all (or most) of her family over for an afternoon tea party. All the ladies ate finger foods, wore springtime hats and drank tea. While the men went downstairs and watched sports on television. (Masters weekend, Inter versus Fiorentina, Toronto FC versus Becks and the Galaxy and the Stanley Cup playoffs!)

So I had a busy weekend and didn’t spend anytime with Bob.

If you take anything away from this post, let it be this: Bob needs a girlfriend. So, if anybody reading this is female, single, I’d say between 25 and 35 years of age, red-haired and looking for a relationship with a stable, humble guy; Bob is looking for you.

10 Reasons Why I Blog

Tagged by JLee.

1. I’m easily amused by myself.
2. It allows me to make a record of what I’m up to without any of that “Dear Diary” bullshit.
3. It allows me to testdrive lies about myself.
4. To be heard by anyone who googles “breasts, boobs and bazongas.”
5. Kill time on my break.
6. I actually feel like I’m connecting with people through the internet.
7. It allows me to display my opinions on all sorts of matters.
8. It provides a forum for me to critisize you.
9. It’s where I’m a viking.
10. I’m from New Jersey… No wait, that’s why Jon Bon Jovi blogs. Okay, for real, it’s fun.

Blogrolling with the Homettes

Since WordPress updated the user interface for it’s bloggers and made things uglier and less functional, I’ve spent a bit of time surfing around WordPress, relearning all the little things I usually do.

I’ve added a couple of links to my blogroll. First is what I call Maritime Blues. It’s a blog written by a young Canadian woman. It’s still really new but it looks like its got the potential to bare some blog fruit*.

The next is a blog I’ve called The Toronto Maple Leafs Suck! Basically, a blog written by a Sens fan. The blog doesn’t focus entirely on the Sens though. Sports blogs are, how do say, boring. And basically, by my hatred of the Maple Leafs and more specifically, their fans, I’ve found myself to easily befriend Ottawa Senators fans.

I’ve also been recently awarded an award. (Convenient how that works out.) This one is from Maxie.

Apparently, all I had to do to win this special award was to offer to take Maxie out for dinner, play some arcade games, get her drunk, watch some episodes of The Office and give her a double over-the-head high five. Whether the high five is an actual high five or a sexual position I’m not familiar with is pretty much irrelevant; everything else there is pretty much something I’d like to do. So, I don’t see where the downside is to any of that. There has to be a catch somewhere. That looks too easy. I guess I just have to make my way over to her little corner of the world.

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* I’d imagine a blog fruit to be some sort of cross between an apple and a strawberry, yet maintain some attributes of generic citrus fruits.

Sex Through My Ages

I stole this idea from Random Chick.

5 years old Girls have coodies. Ewwww!

8 years old Yes, definitely, girls have coodies.

12 years old Okay, they don’t all have coodies. In fact, I think that girl over there is damn near coodie-free.

16 years old That bitch broke my heart.

20 years old That bitch broke my heart. But now I can drink my pain away.

25 years old Women, bah! Who needs ‘em?

Today Why am I the only one not married?