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God called upon me one day and said "Son, you are going to do weird things that will make people say 'that looks like fun.'"  Sometimes I am the originator of these fun times, most times not.  One time while Matt and I were at a casino, I brought up the idea that there needs to be a bill changer instead of having to wait in line at the cashier to get smaller bills.  Then, wouldn't you know it, but a couple of months later, we were at a different casino and they had a bill changer.  I was a little pissed to say the least.  Well, that is me, but one halloween it was not my idea to dress up as the Backstreet boys and go out walking around.  It was fun though.  Walking down State Street in Madison with all the people looking at you like, that's cool.  They weren't store-bought costumes, they were homemade from a color printer and our closets for the clothes.  Okay, so yeah, shitty picture, but you get the point...and I wasn't Nick, but it was still fun.

Camping is something that I have always liked to do.  It started when I was a little kid and we would go camping...well, maybe not camping, just going up to Door County and spending the weekend in some place where there is nothing but pull-behind trailers and a big swimming pool.  In 1989, we moved our camping escapades to family land west of Crivitz.  Even then, the only experience that I had of camping is when I would put up a tent and sleep about ten feet from the cottage.  That was until July 2000.  I went to Rock Island with some friends...now that's camping.  Five friends, two tents, no cars, electricity, running water, no nothing.  You had whatever you carried in.  You had to find your own fire wood.  You had to take a bath in Lake Michigan.  The only way you ate was with canned food that you cooked over the fire.  Now that is camping.  Did I enjoy it?  Yes.  It was fun.  I would like to do it again, but I haven't.  The next time I go back to Rock Island, I want it to be with someone, not just friends.  I want to enjoy it with someone. 

"A is for A-Jax...M sounds like mmmm as in Mop-n-Glow."  Okay, so maybe I didn't think of that phrase, I will have to give credit to the writers of that phrase, whoever wrote the episode of Full House where Michelle is learning how to read.  Sometimes I feel like Danny.  I like to clean.  I really hate a clutter.  I do like to have my apartment clean.  I don't go out and scrub the tub every day, but it gets scrubbed once a month.  I am constantly dusting, straightening, scrubbing.  About once a month I have to buy a bottle of Soft Scrub with Bleach.

Trading Spaces.  Oh my God!  What else can I say.  I love it how people can get paid all this money to be on a show and be an interior decorator and just make an okay room into something that I wouldn't show to a color blind individual.  Seriously, some of the things that come out of that show should be put in a museum for "most hideous Trading Spaces rooms ever."  I'm talking about really wanting to know why anyone would have the great idea to do somebody's living room to end up looking like the set of the dating game.  If you saw that episode then you know exactly what I am talking about.  I love to see what they can do in forty-eight hours.  How does all that get done in forty-eight hours?  On the other hand, I absolutely love the designs that come out of Frank Bielec's mind.  I want to pay him and come over and redo my apartment...and I wouldn't even care what the landlord thought of it.