So, last year, my HLP StayLo was kind enough to invite me to the first Packer game of the season. Her parents live three blocks from Lambeau, and before the game (which I believe was at night or at least later in the afternoon) her family had a barbecue and I got sloppy drunk off delicious frozen margaritas in a bucket. I believe there was also some frozen *censored* on a beach in a bucket too. I may not be remembering it right, but there was definetly frozen alcoholic drinks in buckets and I was definetly blotto. Anyways, at the actual game I became obsessed with one of the Packers' new players, Brady Poppinga. Despite StayLo's insistence that his name was pronounced pa-pin-ga, I kept saying over and over again, "ever since I can remember I've been poppin-ga my collar", to the tune of that awesome rap song by national treasure The Three Six Mafia, "Poppin' My Collar." This is probably one of those "you had to be there" stories, but trust me, it was really funny and ever since I can't not refer to Brady Poppinga as "Poppinga my colla." (This story is leading somewhere too, so be patient, god.)
So a couple weeks ago StayLo was all excited to tell me that Mr. Poppinga my collar himself was going to be making an appearance at her company to sign autographs as part of some cell phone promotion. I was like, dude, you have to tell him that I call him Poppinga my collar and see what he says. StayLo did not like this idea, and I think even said something about the fact that Mr. PMC happens to be Mormon and would not even know what song she was talking about, which is total bs cause they can't get enough of the Three Six Mafia in Utah.
Anyways, (I need a new segue word, just like how in every brief I write I'm constantly saying further to the point where I bet every judge in the Milwaukee area is like, here's Attorney X and her damn further again), tonight StayLo and I went to dinner to start planning my big 30th birthday extravanganza (mark your calendars for Jan. 12! I'm supa excited!!!) and she presented me with this -->
OMG, how awesome, right! It's a little hard to see, but it's a signed picture of Mr. PMC, and it's addressed to "Pizza" Kari. It made me one happy camper. And then StayLo told me this long story about how when she asked Mr. PMC to sign it to Pizza Kari he wanted to know the story of how I got that nickname and StayLo tried to tell a short version but it went on and on and finally I was just like, "so you are telling me that you wouldn't tell him that I call him Poppinga my collar but you would ask him to sign a photo to Pizza Kari and then give him the entire history of my stupid nickname?" It was silly, but I heart my photo and I heart my HLP StayLo.
In other news, thanks to Leslie and the Bink's insistence I would love it for about a year now, and two recent trips to St. Louis where all Alan George (shout out to
Alan George! don't feed him after midnight [unless it's at Uncle Petey's {is that what that place was called? I almost said Uncle Freddie's, but I know that's not right, noooo Uncle Freddie didn't die} what the hell am I talking about?]) and
Dave have on their DVR is old episodes, I have finally given in to Family Guy. I have been DVR'ing episodes on the Cartoon Network (there's like 60 episodes a week on a bunch of different channels, wtf) and getting the DVDs from the library. I love Stewie! He's so cute when he dresses up like an adult and tries to murder people and stuff. I also really like Cleveland, and when I caught the rerun of the one where Lois comes back from the dead and Stewie holds everyone hostage and kills Cleveland I was so happy it was (spoiler alert!) all a simulation in the end cause I don't want to live in a world without Cleveland. I know I am like 5 years behind on liking this show and all, but I guess better late than never.
Speaking of being way behind, I have also recently become obsessed with the Feist song "My Moon My Man." Shout out to
Mr. Joe Christopher on this one (I'm having a shout out fit tonight - other people I know, get blogs so you too can be shouted out to by me! I'm awesome!), since he was talking about her album like six months ago on his blog. I love the part at the end when she just sings "my moon my man" over and over. It's my favorite song to listen to in the morning on the way to work, I just sing my moon my man as loud as I can for a good couple minutes and I feel ready for the day.
To wrap this long entry up, I would like to share one more anecdote about my day, gather round kids. Today the Big Cheese, (this is what I have taken to calling my boss at work, not to his face, OBVIOUSLY, but in my head, cause it's funner than "boss" and cause he just seems like a guy people would refer to as the Big Cheese), since I have been yawning a lot lately (which I think is mostly because whenever I am in his office we're usually talking about kind of boring stuff and not cause I am necessarily tired or anything) asked me what I do at night, and then was like "do you go out and party all night like that Britney Spears?" This is probably another one of those had to be there things but it was pretty damn hilarious, cause 1) all I do at night is come home and watch tv or write stupid blogs and 2) this is the first, and hopefully last, time in my life I will ever be compared to Britney Spears for any reason.
Shout out to anyone reading this blog whom I have not already shouted out to tonight. I do it all for you.
