Guess Who's Back?

Remember like eight months ago when I was obsessed with Jones Big Ass Truck Rental and Storage? I thought the first "commercial" was so hilarious and I made you all watch it. It still makes me laugh... a lot.

Well, someone remembered my obsession with Mr. Jones and sent me a link to his newest effort:



http://www.jonesgoodassbbqandfootmassage.com/

Rhondy is Magic

When we were at the bar in El Campo, freezing under the ac vent and waiting for Creager to come on, Rhondy asked me what ever happened to my BFF Travi. I told her he went MIA a few years ago, I found his twin brother on myspace a couple years ago and he had no idea where he was. Every couple months I search the book and the space to see if he's gone public again, but hadn't had any luck. Then I felt sad, because I miss him so much, and guilty because I should've called his mom and had coffee with her. She's a cool lady. We did a shot toasting Travi, hoping he was well.

Less than 24 hours later, I'm in the middle of the heated fan war, when I notice I have a message in my inbox. IT'S FROM TRAVI! He's back in Houston! The next day, I talked to him on the phone and I can't tell you what it felt like to hear his voice again.

I tell Rhondy that I found him (or he found me) and she says, "You're welcome." Heheh, I love Rhondy.

We're going to meet at happy hour today and I'm so excited I might piss myself.

Totally unrelated: I think Diane Sawyer is throwing her hat into the 'Craziest Morning Show Correspondent' race. Willard Scott and Al Roker better watch their asses.

Once again, Not What I Was Hoping For

Let me preface this by saying that I love Robin. Luh-huve her. She is honestly one of the funniest, most creative and intelligent people I know. I'm proud to call her one of my best friends.

Hopefully, you read our IM transcript in which I come across as a complete idiot as Robin's joke goes right over my head. If you haven't read it, please do so before continuing.

Before we signed off last night (the conversation occurred last night, I've been postdating) I tell her that she should take video of Eli jumping for me. So, imagine my excitement when she gets online tonight and tells me she has a video to email me. Excited, right?

Now, imagine my reaction when I see this:



Haha... OH MY GAWD!!!

Ok, Oscar sitting up on her hind legs is stinkin' adorable, there's no denying that.

But, the damn Mexican Jumping Bean isn't frickin' jumping!!! There is absolutely no action in this video outside of camera movement! She might as well had sent me a frickin' picture of the bean!

Hopefully I can try to convince her to try again. Sigh.

Whopper Virgins take 2

Worst campaign EVER.

Awesome!

The most ridiculous thing about this commercial? It's available in VHS!

Base Hit Guy

Back on April 21st, my BBF (inside joke) Jacey hooked me up with some really spectacular seats to the Astros game. The best part was this dude a couple rows behind us that would yell "Base hit!" almost every time we came up to bat. The first time we took note of his rally cry was Berkman's first at bat which resulted in a three run homer.

This is probably one of those stories that is only funny if you were there and created a game in which you must take a sip every time he yelled 'Base hit', but we just thought it was hilarious that all it took to make this guy happy was a measly base hit. If you listen carefully, around 6 seconds in you can hear a little boy yell "Home run, Miguel!" seconds before Base Hit guy counters with a very special wish of his own.



Oh, and in case you're wondering- the little boy's hope was answered- Tejada hit a two run homer. It was an awesome game, we batted around in the first, and won 10-3, but when I think back on that game I'll think most fondly of Base Hit Guy. I bet he's That Guy that yells "Freeeeeebird!" at every concert he's ever been to.