Well hello there! How have you been? I haven't posted anything new on here since March. A lot has happened since March. My birthday, for one, I turned 30! YAY 30! My birthday was not fun. Had some work things get in the way of enjoying it. That can happen. I did enjoy my presents. I now finally own The Frighteners on Blu-ray. It's a movie I've always enjoyed and NEVER owned. I recorded it on VHS off of STARZ a looooong time ago, but never actually owned it.
What else has happened? OH! I saw the Avengers. Not only that but I saw it at midnight and still did my morning show the next day. I loved it, who didn't? It was action packed, funny, and had an awesome version of The Hulk. Loved it. As for the other summer movies? Well...none of them have been nearly as good. Prometheus came and went for me. I liked a lot of elements of it but overall it's kind of a mess and I like it a lot less when I think about it. Piranha 3DD wasn't worse than I thought but also wasn't better either. It's exactly what you think it is, blood 'n boobs. Men in Black 3 was ok but that's about it. I enjoy being in the Men in Black world but overall it was just kind of meh. Just saw Abraham Lincoln today and it was almost ok but just kind of a mess. It had a fun premise but overall just there. I'll forget I saw it at the end of the summer.
Nothing overly awkward or silly has happened that has made me want to blog. Come on world, give me something to blog about! I wish I wouldn't have written that last line...what have I done?! What chaos have I brought upon myself?? I guess we'll see...
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Jay Thomas vs Truckin' Lent
I've never really done the Lent "thing". I've never been terribly religious and just didn't really want to give anything up. I also just thought that was a catholic thing. Plus I hate the movie 40 Days and 40 Nights.
This year for whatever reason I decided to take part in Lent with a couple of my co-workers. We all swear a lot. A ton. Very vulgar people, but genuinely sweet to be around. The plan was, if we said a naughty word like...well I can't say or type them but you can guess, we would donate a canned good to a food pantry. We would trust each other on the honor system that if we swore we would let the others know.
On the second day we added a quarter on to every time we swore after the initial offense. No bull snottin' around, this has been tough. We each donated a can and change everyday the first week. The first weekend I only had one mistake but it wasn't my fault. It was my wife. She made me do it by eating the last dark chocolate graham cracker treat and leaving the box empty on the counter. I was super peeved at that one. I called her a "brat @$$". I made it up and it cost me a can.
I've learned in the last two weeks that one of my favorite words is the "SH" word. Maybe you refer to it as just simply the "S" word. If you are still lost in the woods, I'm talking about the other word for poop, doodie, dookie, crap, feces that starts with an SH and ends with the tiny word IT. This is the word that has caused me a lot of soup. I love soup but as it turns out, I like that word even more. I say it like I breathe.
Last week, I did pretty well actually. Only two cans and 50 cents. It's getting easier not to say mutha crackin' naughty words but I can feel the itch. Right down to my gosh darn soul. With any rootin' tootin' luck I'll make it out of Lent alive and fudgin' kickin'!(I don't kick due to my disability so that last part was just unnecessary, my apologies.)
I guess we'll see what week 3 will bring. Hopefully it won't be a donkey face and go easy on this silly Richard head. My fingers are truckin' crossed!
Your friend,
Jay
This year for whatever reason I decided to take part in Lent with a couple of my co-workers. We all swear a lot. A ton. Very vulgar people, but genuinely sweet to be around. The plan was, if we said a naughty word like...well I can't say or type them but you can guess, we would donate a canned good to a food pantry. We would trust each other on the honor system that if we swore we would let the others know.
On the second day we added a quarter on to every time we swore after the initial offense. No bull snottin' around, this has been tough. We each donated a can and change everyday the first week. The first weekend I only had one mistake but it wasn't my fault. It was my wife. She made me do it by eating the last dark chocolate graham cracker treat and leaving the box empty on the counter. I was super peeved at that one. I called her a "brat @$$". I made it up and it cost me a can.
I've learned in the last two weeks that one of my favorite words is the "SH" word. Maybe you refer to it as just simply the "S" word. If you are still lost in the woods, I'm talking about the other word for poop, doodie, dookie, crap, feces that starts with an SH and ends with the tiny word IT. This is the word that has caused me a lot of soup. I love soup but as it turns out, I like that word even more. I say it like I breathe.
Last week, I did pretty well actually. Only two cans and 50 cents. It's getting easier not to say mutha crackin' naughty words but I can feel the itch. Right down to my gosh darn soul. With any rootin' tootin' luck I'll make it out of Lent alive and fudgin' kickin'!(I don't kick due to my disability so that last part was just unnecessary, my apologies.)
I guess we'll see what week 3 will bring. Hopefully it won't be a donkey face and go easy on this silly Richard head. My fingers are truckin' crossed!
Your friend,
Jay
Friday, February 17, 2012
Jay Thomas Vs. That's Not Lotion!
I'm not a lotion guy. Never have been anyway. But lately I'm noticing that the palms of my hands are starting to resemble the bottom of most peoples feet. Makes sense, I use my hands like feet on a daily basis. Usually the only lotion in my house is all girly smelling and I don't use it.
Yesterday, I noticed my hands were felling a bit rough and dry. I was sitting on the floor and looked at the coffee table in front of me. I saw some lotion and dumped some on my hands. I noticed things were a bit funny because it came out more like tooth paste and had a smell like something you would use to put on your feet but masked in mint. I turn the bottle around and see the words, "FOOT SCRUB".
From this point I just starting rubbing it in and it doesn't feel good. I feels like I'm rubbing thick tooth paste and sand into my hands. But by this time, it's too late, I can't stop, so I keep rubbing it in. The smell is super strong and my hands are yelling at me, "STOP! I'LL TELL YOU WHAT YOU WANT TO KNOW!"
Shanna comes home and I look at her and point to the foot scrub on the table and say, "That's not lotion." She replies, "I know." Followed immediately by "Why?" "I thought it was lotion, " I said. She then began to laugh at me. Then asked a very logical question, "What did you use it for?" "MY HANDS...THANK GOD" I said with a sense of relief.
She told me I'd be fine and I needed to go wash my hands. Oh great now I have to get this smell on my wheels. At the end of the day, I lived and learned.
My hands are also super soft!
Yesterday, I noticed my hands were felling a bit rough and dry. I was sitting on the floor and looked at the coffee table in front of me. I saw some lotion and dumped some on my hands. I noticed things were a bit funny because it came out more like tooth paste and had a smell like something you would use to put on your feet but masked in mint. I turn the bottle around and see the words, "FOOT SCRUB".
From this point I just starting rubbing it in and it doesn't feel good. I feels like I'm rubbing thick tooth paste and sand into my hands. But by this time, it's too late, I can't stop, so I keep rubbing it in. The smell is super strong and my hands are yelling at me, "STOP! I'LL TELL YOU WHAT YOU WANT TO KNOW!"
Shanna comes home and I look at her and point to the foot scrub on the table and say, "That's not lotion." She replies, "I know." Followed immediately by "Why?" "I thought it was lotion, " I said. She then began to laugh at me. Then asked a very logical question, "What did you use it for?" "MY HANDS...THANK GOD" I said with a sense of relief.
She told me I'd be fine and I needed to go wash my hands. Oh great now I have to get this smell on my wheels. At the end of the day, I lived and learned.
My hands are also super soft!
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