Several months ago I was at Bonnie’s house and she mentioned that our city was upgrading to automated garbage trucks.  I had no clue. She responded something along the lines of “Where the hell have you been?” I don’t follow local media. I don’t listen to the radio or read the newspaper.  I really probably should, but I don’t. However, there’s some juicy stuff happening around town that has me interested and I feel the need to blog about it.

A local group called The Underground Theater is producing The Vagina Monologues and the community is going a little wild.  Conservatives are going ape-shit about having the production shown at the theater to the point where they’ve threatened to pull funding from both the fine arts center and the other production company that are housed in the same building.  An editor of the local newspaper even stated “The first amendment has limits in a small town.” WTFevah!  Who the hell are they kidding?

After reading the craziness that’s surrounding the play I decided I had to see it.  I wanted to several years ago when I was in Green Bay but just didn’t.  I had to shoot off an IM to Bonnie to see if she wanted to join me.  And, of course, since I don’t follow local media I had no idea that I lived in such a conservative town and needed her to correct me on that, too.

I just found that one of my pet peeves is when a person feels the need to give someone “bunny ears” in a picture.  Seriously. Why do people have to do that?  And have you ever notice that it’s usually men boys that are guilty? It was funny… in 5th grade… but now I just find it annoying.  You’re happily going about whatever activity it is you’re doing and taking pics to remember the occasion. Then one day you notice someone’s fat fingers are poking up behind a head in some of the pictures.

I swear to God after today I will never be able to look at a wire hanger the same again.  I’m working at one of the other buildings in the community today because school was closed today because of icy roads.  The office I’m using is at the end of the building and the closest restroom that’s sort of tucked in the back corner of the building.  Well, I walked into one of the stalls and when I closed the door I saw a somewhat straightened wire hanger hanging off the door stall that was labeled “Log Splitter”.  My first reaction was to laugh because that’s so U.P.  Immediately afterward I thought, “Are you kidding me? How <insert bad word> gross!” *gag*

I hate public restrooms in a way you couldn’t possibly imagine to begin with but then I see something like that…. OMG I think I’m scarred for life.

My background color reminds me of Pepto.

Okay.  I’ve had blisters on my feet from shoes rubbing. I also had them on my hands from doing yard work. I’ve even had burn blisters.  All of this is pretty normal, right?

So can someone please explain to me how a mystery blister would show up on my hip?  I don’t get it.  I tried so see what kind of funky position I’d have to be sitting on the couch (while playing Guitar Hero 2) to get a blister from the edge of the couch rubbing…. yeah - lets just say I don’t bend that way.  I didn’t have it when I woke up on Saturday morning but it somehow appeared between then and noon when I jumped in the shower.  In fact, when I jumped in the shower I thought I scratched myself somehow. Do you know how hard it is not to let that rub on shorts or pants?  Yeah… it has been a comfortable couple of days.