the good o' blog…

If you know me, you know that there are only a few things that I ever really say to people… it can get a little repetitive.

Some of my favorite sayings are…

• those are z’s
• I invented fish tacos
• billy likes soda
• that’s awesomes
• get back in the boof
• no, you’re __________  (retort to anything Alisha says)
• I thought I was your snack pack

Many of those are Adam Sandler lines (see prior blog), but a lot of them are Jim originals.  Alisha ends up saying “I knew you were going to say that”.  For example, anytime she asks me what I want for dinner or dessert, my answer is almost always VIENNETTA.  I even whaled on the floor of the grocery store demanding Viennetta (Alisha likes it when you embarrass her).

For those of you who don’t know (or remember), Viennetta is a fancy ice cream log cake- which just happens to be delicious.  It was around when I was a kid… I am pretty sure it came in a black and white box like this.

I haven’t seen Viennetta in at least 10-15 years.  That was until we saw it in Germany.  The Deutchlanders appearently have a finer taste palette in order to not let it come off the shelves.

Alisha surprised me tonight with my very own log of Viennetta that she found at Dierbergs.  I was so excited to see it.  She wouldn’t let me eat the whole thing though.

Do yourself a favor and get yourself a giant tasty log of Viennetta… you won’t be disappointed, unless you miss it while it’s here and then all you’ve got is my constant suggestion to eat it.

I have been sick the last few weeks.  I had a sinus infection that I just did my best to ignore because of my lack of time to really do anything else about it.  There were several straight nights that I used night-quil to help me have a chance of going to sleep and staying asleep.  I finally started to feel a little better so I attempted to go a night without the drugs, and what happened?  I couldn’t go to sleep.

I ended up on facebook and started typing in names of people that I know that may be on facebook.  That got old after a while, so I began typing names of old friends that I either lost contact with or did something to blow the relationship.

It was great.  I found my old youth pastor, an old roommate, and I even found my nephew on there (I don’t know why we weren’t friends months ago).  I sent them all requests and included a nice message to tell them how much they meant to me and that I hoped they were doing well.  I got messages back from most of them… which is great, maybe our lost relationships were just as troubling to them as it was to me.

I finally came across an old friend from middle school- Jeremy.  He was this crazy kid that I became really fast friends with.  We watched a ton of SNL and really aspired to be Adam Sandler or Chris Farley.  We would make up characters and then try our best to get on the radio making some kind of awful request.  I think at one point we determined to make a cd of songs about cheesefries (you should hear our version of Sheryl Crow’s “All I Want To Do”.  We really wanted to carve out our own slice of celebrity.

When I first found him, I wasn’t sure if it was the same guy… he looked really trendy in this retro athletic outfit (complete with a sweatband), which seemed like it could be him.  But he lived in New York and of course I couldn’t read any of his profile.  The only lucky thing was that I could view his friends.  Enough friends from Milwaukee (and his sister) convinced me that it actually was Jeremy.  A good majority of his friends worked at MTV.

My mind started to wander about Jeremy’s potential occupation.  Whether he works for MTV, or is a musican, maybe he’s a writer for SNL… who knows.  I didn’t request him.  Instead I imagined all these great creative careers that he might have.  And the result was disappointment in my current career and inability to do anything creative outside of hunting down a customer who is impossible to contact, hasn’t paid any money in weeks, and taking my “asset” back (my big accomplishment of the day).

I am starting to lose my ability to dream that I am going to be a soccer player or a tv star when I grow up.  I am sure everyone goes through this… I guess I am finally an adult.  Shouldn’t I at least get a Bar Mitzvah party or something??

Better yet… Does anyone want to help me produce a Jaydogg movie??

I don’t really know why I named my blog what I did.  It might be a subconscience attraction to a favorite blog of mine.  Or it could be that I was drinking chocolate milk when I decided to start doing a blog- I make most of my big decisions over a tall cool glass of chocolate milk.

I haven’t really been doing my part recently as a blog writer.  But that is ok… because there have been plenty of people out there doing a great job of being blog readers.

Apparently there are many people out there being all google-ish wanting to know all sorts of answers to questions concerning chocolate milk.  I am glad that they have come to me to get the straight scoop.  Here are all the recent search engine hits that I have received concerning america’s favorite topic…

I hope these visitors got what they were looking for- I assume that they did.  For those of looking for tips on how chocolate milk relates with your bowels… may I suggest Alisha’s blog as a great resource for all your poop and colon questions.