For the Love of . . . . .

I'm just going to jump right in here. . . .no foreplay, no stretching.  Straight to the love making . . . . .

For the Love of Me No Love you Long Time - Sorry I've been away.  Did you miss me?  I know.  I'm like the Samoa Girl Scout cookies - you wait and wait for that yummy goodness year after year and after your fifth box decide to switch things up, give the Thin Mints a whirl, only to realize that all you want is the (non-gay) mouth love of Caramel, Coconut and Chocolate.  I digress.  Anyways, I've been having a hard time coming up with things to blog about recently.  fake.british.accent and Speak Into My Good Ear already posted about the Dallas St. Paddy's Day Parade fun . . . . that's my woman on S.I.M.G.E. with the Miller Lite box on her head. . . . yes, it was love at first sight.  Anyways, I've been trying to be a better blogger.  My friends told me that I was getting too Ebonics'd on here so I'm toning it down.  Not the awesomeness, just the Ebonics.  I've been trying to work on more substantial and heart-felt content.  ETrade babies count as substantial.  I'll be better, I promise.  For the Love of Me No Love you Long Time.
  

For the Love of Chinese Finger Traps - Memba' those?  They were rah-tarded, yet you couldn't resist putting your fingers in there.  Anyways, I found out last week that the next stop on my world-wide tour of awesomeness will be in Hong Kong and China.  The Red Army better get ready.  The only thing I'm really worried about is that I will end up eating dog or cat at some point.  I'll try some snake.  I'll try some 'gator.  But house-hold pets don't fly.  Hopefully i can throw out some blog posts and photos while on tour.  Now to find some roadies. . . .For the Love of Chinese Finger Traps.

For the Love of Work-Place Badassness - Yes, it's not just an after-hours lifestyle.  It's a 24/7, non-stop, awake/asleep, daily, in your face badassness.  Clark Kent had to hide his super-cool, super-hero tights during the day.  Not me.  I'll wear those things proudly all day, everyday . . . . . even on cold days (Guys know what I mean)  I'm talking about promotions!  I've been getting the carrot dangled here at work for about 2 years now.  I finally caught the darn thing.  And it tastes good.  I guess that's what happens when you enter "Lifer" status at work, which I will officially enter in August.  10 years.  10 looooooooong years.  For the Love of Work-Place Badassness.  

So, all in all, a pretty darn good week.  I'm satisfied, how about you?  Not as good as the Samoas?  It's a toss up, buuuuuuuut  I think I may have taken this one though . . . . . 

I win.

mr. overly competitive

 

For the Love of . . . . .

Some new shizznat here at mr. overly competitive.  Prepare to be bedazzled!  


So I was driving to work today.  In the rain.  Getting cut off 3 times.  By the same douchenozzle (thanks to Life on a Hanger for that clutch gem of an adjective noun).  I also had just been privy to the "Grind My Gears" episode of Family Guy.  So, in my infinite wisdom, I decided that my blog needed a reoccurring theme of things that "Grind my Gears".  So, welcome to the first episode of For the Love of . . . . .


1.  For the Love of blinker fluid - people in Dallas think that a blinker is a signal for "I'm going to squeeze into this lane because I told you I was doing it, not because there is room for my Violet colored VWAss Bug."  First off, bugaboo, you're a man . . . .driving a Beetle. . . . .that's violet .  Secondly, you're a man.  Minus 1 Man-card for you, sir.  ThankYouVeryMuch.  For the Love of blinker fluid.

Burn in H-E-double-hockey-sticks!

2.  For the Love of video game envy - I am pretty addicted to this game Modern Warfare 2 for XBox (this is my stand-up-and-admit-I-have-a-problem portion of the show).  I'm a nerd like that when it comes to this video game.  Like Louis Skolnick nerdy.  
(Damn this blog and my admissions of nerdery)
Anyways, I really get infuriated when I get killed online at this game only to hear a shrill, prepubescent 12 year-old voice telling me how much he's whoopin' my arse.  Of course, I'm also envious.  Envious that this little shit-streak just shot me in the face and is beating me at this game.  Thanks, 1980.  Thanks for birthing me before video games were a main-stay in households across America.  For the Love of video game envy.


3.  For the Love of Beggin' Strips - Ok, here's where I have to rag on myself.  Why?  Because self deprecation is what keeps my ego in check.  Kind of like being in the band in high school.  I wasn't, but I heard.    
So, my new dog has a bit of separation anxiety.  She doesn't like her crate.  Whines like a little bia-tcha-cha when I put her in there.  I am sure my neighbors love. . . .love. . . love. . . . . . .love.love.love.love.love.love me.  I've been trying to figure out ways to break her of it, but I'm not as Cesar Milan as I thought I was.  She learned to shake in under 10 minutes the other night, but I can't break the whining.  Maybe I should break her off some Beggin' Strips . . . anyone have any other suggestions?  For the Love of Beggin' Strips

This is me if I was not Caucasian and had come up 

with a really cool superhero name like The Dog Whisperer

I win.
mr. overly competitive