Cheese and Monkeys

Everyone loves cheese and/or monkeys. There is no one who hates both cheese and monkeys. This is the eternal truth.


At the corner of Living Room, Hallway and Kitchen

hee hee.

Cheese and motherfucking monkeys?!?!?

well then, I've heard about this thing called a "web log", and I'm thinking about maybe having one of my own. Oh, wait...

Sweet Christ Almighty, I have not touched this thing for a good two years. It's awful nice of the blogspot people to actually have kept this on here and not threatened to delete my personal waste of their resources and money (*cough*cough*snapfish*cough*).

Anyhoo, not much new going on here, except:
•I got married.
•I moved to Ann Freaking Arbor, home of rabid football fans and the worst drivers in the nation. Oh yes, and the #2 top unemployment rate in the nation, which brings me to the next item...
•I am frantically looking for a job. I was always under the impression that I would be able to "get a job" since I have a college degree, and even some real world experience. Sigh. It has been 6 weeks, but still. [Though, to be honest, I did get hooked up with a temp gig that started today]
•The mister dislocated his knee (again), I have some sort of fucked-up pinched/compressed nerve that makes my butt go numb, and the cat has an upper respiratory infection.

That's about it. More later. Must go eat chili and watch Lost...