I’ve never been a fan of gold jewlery. I’m not sure why, I think it’s pretty and all but once I see it on me it just doesn’t work so well. Gold watches are really nice but I would look much better with a silver one. My grandfather had a big gold watch that always displayed the exact time. I’m not sure how that works but I think all watches should be that way. He was really proud of that watch, lol he talked about it all the time.
Amanda is not helping push the idea of getting a cat out of my head. A woman I work with is not helping either, she sent me possibly the cutest pictures of her two cats being sweet and loving on each other. I can has cheezburger does not help me either. I have always been more of a dog person, but I also appreciate cats.
When I was in higschool (a freshmen to be exact) there was a cat roaming the neighborhood who found her way to my house. Amanda and I, being the hoodlums that we were, were always outside trying to find something to do, me with crackers in hand (snackrite!). This cat came up to me, acting nicer than any cat I’d ever seen and Amanda thought for sure she was in heat… but it turns out she was just that nice. I fed her some of my crackers and we instantly became buds.
The only problem was that my grandparents both HATED cats, (my grandfather most likely just going along with my grandmother) so I had to keep my new friend a secret. After a few days, I decided to name her Cooter, not after the female genitalia but after the carnies on the Simpsons ah yes, I was such a Simpsons freak back then.
Anywho, I proceeded to let this cat in through my bedroom window every night. I would feed her and she would spend the night cuddled up with me in my bed. I ended up getting caught a handful of times, but none of them ever stopped me. My grandfather acted like he didn’t even care, which I’m sure he didn’t, but because the Bitch was still alive… Cooter disappeared one day.
I thought I saw her roaming through my yard a few times, but I doubt that was her. My grandfather claimed that she really belonged to someone, but if that was the case you think they would have noticed that their cat was never around, or that she was starving (until I came along). I think he knew what really happened, but was just trying to cover up for the fact that my grandmother most likely poisoned her.
Long live Cooter!
I found some old “banners” (if you could even call them that) today and thought they were absolutely hysterical. I mean seriously.
I guess they can’t be considered TOO bad, because I know I see worse at work. They’re still pretty putrid though. At least I can say I did those in Fireworks rather than photoshop.
Here is a recent (as in yesterday recent) ad that I designed for work. I guess I got a little better. 
I was taking a smoke break at work today and thought about the first time my grandfather caught me smoking a cigarette.
We had these really old wrought iron chairs that sat out on the front porch (something simliar to this… take note of the holes where your butt goes). My good friend Amanda and I were sitting in these chairs taking a little smoke break when I spotted my grandfather coming up the sidewalk.
I had been holding the cigarette underneath my seat for this very reason, but when I saw him, I quickly tried to put it out on one of the pieces of iron on the chair. I was wearing a pair of thin white gauchos, and when I went to put the cigarette out on the chair, I completely missed and put it out on my ass.
It hurt. Real bad.
