B365V4.11 - Peeling back the layers

      Is it just me or do we all have places where we just put shit?  Nothing important mind you, not talking bank books or passports r anything that some day might be important, but just knick knacks and what not and god forbid the day you need them, you know exactly where they are, the place where you just dump shit.  For me, one of those spots is on top of my refrigerator.  I have a box on top with a bunch of old tax forms and what not, I have a few boxes of Christmas cards, should I feel the need to do Christmas cards again I know where to find some without going shopping, I think there was a couple of candy canes up there at one point, like I said, a place to dump shit.

Anyway, I come home from work today (today being Thursday) and settle in, crack open the laptop and was watching the most recent episode of "Arrow" on the CW page, when I start hearing faint jingling music.  At first I thought maybe there was an ice cream truck coming up my street.    Why an ice cream truck?  Because I was trained in Elderton, PA and one of the things about growing up there was once in a while, though never on a regular schedule, an ice cream truck would cruise through the town.  That music led kids to racing back to their homes for whatever money they could get, in order to buy frozen treats from said ice cream guy.  Because he had no regular schedule, spotting him was like a Bigfoot sighting, the only evidence one could obtain was a frozen treat that would melt pretty quickly, thus eliminating any evidence of his existence whatsoever. 

Honest to god, this shit does all go together.  So I am sitting in my apartment and I start hearing these musical chimes.  I don't know where they are coming from, but it would seem to be my apartment.  I am not playing music, so I know it s not me.  I meander my way to the kitchen, the music is louder there, though it is not coming from outside, so I can rule out a ice cream truck guy sighting (as well as a Bigfoot sighting), so I am left with the fact that there is music coming out of my kitchen and I don't now why.  So I powered up my Chris Hansen investigate skills to solve the mystery of the musical kitchen and after some searching I found out what happened.  I had went shopping the other day at Scratch N Dent (Grocery Liquidators in the Strip if you really need to know) and one of the things I bought was a box of Tiny Toast cereal ($1.99 a box, holla!).  Of course when I came home I put the cereal on top of the refrigerator, with all of the other useless shit.  I had taken it down a few times and feasted on the deliciousness of cereal and at one point I put the box back on top of the fridge, and I also knocked of a little stuffed animal that was up there, a stocking stuffer type thing my mom gave me a couple o years ago, one where you squeeze it's tail or something and it plays a Christmas carol.  By knocking it off of the fridge it fell right into the garbage can next to the fridge, so my garbage was now playing music.  Hopefully Tuesday I can now freak out the garbage man, much like I was freaked out this evening, because I was not fishing out the stuffed animal, covered with food and other garbage like materials, from the trash can, I simply filled up the bag with more trash and tok it outside.

I trust most readers of this blog (all two of you, by the way, hello and all that jazz) I am taking full credit for the Penguins game 7 win.  As you know by hanging out here, I post videos and updates of all Penguin games and as you also know I got way behind before the playoffs, in fact I was two moths behind, but because since I have started doing this on my blog, the Penguins have won two Stanley Cups and have yet to miss the playoffs.  Leading into game 7, I was still most of the Pens - Caps series behind, so Inthrew together a few more entries and got the blog up to date in regards to hockey prior to faceoff of game 7, which of course the Pens won (i have since added game 7, you don't fuck with something that works after all) in part because I had the blog caught up to date.  So yes, I am taking credit for the win.

One thing that is rare these days is a Pittsburgh Pirates win, but I can top that.  I had tickets for the Sunday game a couple of weeks ago, against the NY Yankees.  Not only did I get to see a Pirates win, but I also got a sun tan/ sun burn in the process and am now in the midst of peeling already this year and it is still May. 

I have taken to having my Amazon deliveries shipped to work.  Since I am there more often than not, it just makes sense to me, plus it removes the possibility of someone stealing packages off of the front porch before I get home, (again, given how much I am at work, that is a distinct possibility).  Plus there is the added bonus of breaking up a routine work day with presents, at least i my feeble mind that is the case.  Twice this week i got to disrupt my week with presents.  One was the newest Robert Parker/Ace Atkins Spencer novel, which I had preordered on Amazon before it was released.  As an added bonus I got $2 back on the book as it decreased in price from the time I ordered it and it became available, which Amazon does on preordered items, you get them at the cost of when they actually go on sale if it is lower, if it is higher you still pay the price you bought it at.  That arrived on Wednesday.  Then I went and ordered shoes, in part because my current ones are falling apart, and I have worn down the tread on them to the point where walking in the rain is much like walking on ice, plus they are killing my feet.  Thanks to some saved up points on Swagbucks, I cashed in for a $5 Amazon gift card, so I managed to get a new pair of Fila running shoes for $24.99.  Those arrived at work today (Friday, yes it is taking me two days to write a blog, what of it?)  I jokingly call them my vacation shoes, hopefully they hold up for the month and change until vacation actually happens. 

Well, this was a disjointed, convoluted mess.  Good thing #cheetotwatwaffle didn't release it in tweets then.