Retraction!!!

I have to say it. All the trash talk about my neighbors, I am deeply sorry. I will not throw rocks at your house tonight. Good job with keeping your lights on, and giving out candy. I am sorry for all the bad things I have said and will continue to say about you. Oh, and thanks for reading my blog!!!!
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Boooooo!

Say boo to a bee. Say it. Man that is some funny stuff. Well, halloween is here. the past few years my halloweens have dropped off a bit. I really enjoy giving out candy and seeing all the kids dressed up. Yet, in the past 6 or so years I have moved three times. My first house was a little row home in NE philly. I swear on halloween they would bus the kids in to hit all the easy houses (row homes are all connected). These kids would fill a few bags, starting at 6pm and going till about 10pm. Now I always bought tons and tons of candy, I didn't want to be ' that guy'. All my friends came to my house to give out candy and hang with sammy, the mayor of my street (he never went trick or treating). After two years, wifey* and I bought a condo in the burbs. We figured that it would be pretty busy with the condo kids running around. We got about an hour or so of kids, and a bunch of drunk adults. Now, I shopped for candy that year (as if I was still in the NE). I think I spent around $70, so you can imagine what we had left over. Fast forward another two years and now we have a nice little house in a development**. Lots of kids in the neighborhood, so off I went to grab some candy. I very excitedly spent another good chunk of coin! Well, my house is the lastish house on the street (unless you do the loop). And my neighbors across the street don't give out candy***. Hence, the lazy little kids turn around before they get to my house. I have a plan this year! We are set up to light my house up, every light on in the house and some floods outside. Also, the beans will be dressed up, I will be screaming ' this is the best candy on the block, ' and we are setting up at the bottom of the drive way. BANG. This should increase our give-a-ways and visitors. I might have to suspend my candy incentive plan. You know the better to costume the better/more candy the kids get. Happy halloween, be safe. And remember, halloween is for candy! Don't give out change or apples or granola bars - don't be 'that guy.'

* wifey was not wifey yet.
** I hate that word.
*** stupid effers, I still don't talk to them.
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A new man, better today than yesterday

Check out these little beauts that wifey purchased for me yesterday. My first pair of slippers. I am not a slipper kind of guy, wait, I was not a slippers kind of guy. They always seemed, well, rather sissyish. I mean what grown ass man wears slippers? How I was mistaken. I am not the type of person who likes to be barefoot. I always have something on my feet, always. Socks don't do it for me, I need more protection than just socks. I am not sure where I picked up this trait, yet I don't care if I am in the house or not I always have shoes on. Last night at target wifey saw this wonderful creations and bucked up the $9.99 to bring me into a whole new world. I promptly went home, changed into my sweats, and slipped em on. I was moving around the house ninja like, steath as you say. I was sneaking up on the beans, the cats, the mighty apollo. All no match for the quiet that the slippers brought me. Then I snuggled in for the phillies game, and it hit me. My feet were so comfy and cozy that it was astonishing. Toasty warm, yet cool enough. My gosh what have I been missing. I actually contemplated wearing them to work today, I went with the trusty new balance instead. Saturday is slipper day in cube land. If you don't have slippers you aint got nothing. Maybe I need to get some uggs (I think that is what they are called). ok, forget the uggs, maybe some furry tims or something. Plus the tims make me taller!

Phils world champs, nuff said.


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This is what happens.....

When I read my dads blog....
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The one where I talk about work...

I am not really sure where to begin on this one... My work environment sucks! I work in a very competitive sales force. We don't really compete with each other as much as we compete to keep our jobs. We are ranked in many different ways: inbound sales, outbound sales, closing percentage, time at our desk vs time away from our desk, up sell numbers, down sell numbers (yes we have a downsell quota, idiots). These numbers are e-mailed to us twice daily, and are rotating on flat screen tvs strewn throughout the sales floor. You can't escape the numbers, ever. The competition to keep your job is fierce. They fire ppl for not making the quota, miss one month and you have to make up for what you missed plus the nxt months quota or your fired. No questions asked. If you are in the bottom 10 percent closing percentage for the year, and also part of the bottom 10 percent for any two months, your fired. Now the key to the last one is that you don't know exactly where you are until two weeks before you get canned. They only notify who the bottom 10 percent is... Crazy... And each month more people are let go, and the bottom 10 percent gets closer and closer. I can see the confusion on your face. Seems like they are flirting with the ethics line a bit, and yes they are! Wait wait wait, I just got an e-mail with my favorite quota. Number of leads captured. When you don't sell the program you are judged on how much info you can get from that person before they get off the phone. Awesome. I have a non buyer on the phone and I need to waste time getting info before moving on. Late 6 times, fired. Leave early 6 times, fired. Use an hour more than your vaca time, fired. Well, I guess you are beginning to understand. I have to go hit some quotas. Not to mention, I am not allowed to have a cell phone out, let alone blog at work. I have so much more to say about this, yet in due time. In due time. Why am I still here? The money was worth it. Key word ' was .'

Side notes:

Phillies game on delay for a bit, maybe I can get some sleep tonight.

Its snowing in philly right now. Oct 28th. Wtf.

I can't wait to throw rocks at my neighbors house when they turn the lights off on halloween!
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Philly

So the phillies are one game away from winning the world series. PSU is ranked number 3! The philly sports world is a buzz. And my sportsfanmanship is pathetic! I just can't find the time to get into it. I also think the sixers started this weekend, and I missed it. What the heck is going on. Up till about 16 months ago, I didn't miss much in the sports world. Haha, now I wake up in the middle of the night and check the scores on my phone, and go back to bed. I just don't think the beans is ready to be a philly sports fan yet. It is a tough city. She has been sleeping pretty rough lately, therefore so am I. If I have to give up some world series, sixers, eagles, psu, etc... Games to spend time with the fam than I will do that with open arms. At this point in my life I would love to go to a championship parade, yet not without the fam, and no way am I bringing a 16 month old down there. I am a bit worried about the city after cole brings home the bacon tonight. Celebrations should not be riots, should not be flipping cars and burning stuff. It just does not make sense. I will just have to watch at home, and run into the strret banging some pots and pans after the game, very quietly as to not wake anyone up. Lets go phils!
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Rx7, friends, that guy

My head is pounding today so bear with me on this one. Everyone has that one buddy, you know the one. Maybe a bit too loud, just a tad inapropriate at times, but just so darn lovable. You just wish you could bottle up some of that child like energy and keep it for yourself. My buddy we will call him rx7 (his true love) screams at the tv while playing video games, talks too loud at quiet restaurants, and always is amped up and ready to go when everyone is winding down.

And now to the real story:

My wife and I went to jamaica for our wedding, we were lucky to have 22 friends and family tag along. Some for the week some for just a few days. It was a great display of frienship to have so many ppl with us. Rx7 came down just for the weekend of the wedding. The drive from the airport to the resort was long enough for him to tie a good old buzz on before he got to the resort. Add that in with his boyish energy, and it was on (for him). Our dinner for everyone was that night, so wifey and the rest of us were pretty chill all day, soaking up the sun and a few drinks here and there.. Rx7 was running around the resort proclaiming his love for jamaica! Pretty funny stuff, and pretty typical. The night of the dinner rx7 was no where to be found, passed out in his room. No biggie. The rest of the weekend went smooth, the wedding was fabulous.

Fast forward to us all getting off the plane in philly. Well, mr rx7 is from ny, his car at another friends house who also was at the wedding, yet left earlier in the weekend. Upon walking out to the car lot, he realized he never planned to get from the airport to his car. Exhausted from the week, we all juggle some rides and I drive him to get the precious rx! The time you ask, around midnightish. After a 40 minute drive we arrive at his car. Keys?? Um, nope no keys. My friends house, locked. Amazing. The perfect storm of things going wrong. Luckily, he had a spare key in the car. No big deal I will just throw a brick at the window problem solved. I know I know the rx is precious. So, I say dude let's go to my place sleep there, and we will deal with this tomorrow. Simple. Nope, rx7 has a realtor test at 9am. He lives 4 hours away! A few calls to the police, a call to triple A, and shazam the car door is open. By this point I am a bit worked up, and just want to get home. It is now three am. After all of this rx7 pulls from his bag... A bottle of champaign. It was a bottle from our toast that he brought back from jamaica. He said he was going to wait till our one year anniversary to give it to me, yet thought it might be appropriate right now. Basically, just rx7 doing rx7 things, and that is why we love him. I stroll in my house at 4am, and wifey asked what the heck happened. I explained the story, and she almost shed a tear when I produced the champaign.

The champaign you ask? I am pretty sure wifey and I cracked that open on our anniversary. We gave a great toast to rx7 for saving the bottle for us.

Rx7 happened to txt me while I was working on this post, I told him about it... His response:

' bastard...those keys r still international.. .'.

I am sure I will get a stern txt about the picture I posted as well. His is red, I posted a blue one, he could go balistic... I kid I kid..
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