Pizza, TV and...What Else Is There?

*Wow, what a week. For all of you who care my birthday was better than planned. Yeah, work sucked, but I pulled through and when I got home Jessie made me a Freschetta frozen pizza. It was amazing.

I now can allow you to hear my keyboard that I have speakers on and the Vikes-Browns game that my boss took me to looked much better through my new binoculars (my boss never looked at the cheerleaders that were ten rows away through them). Good times.

*Probably my most exciting gift, however, was from Jessie. It was Tivo. Maybe I can finally watch Lost like the rest of my family. I have been the red- headed step child when my Tivo obsessed family starts waxing poetic about this season's most heart pounding thriller. Out of defiance I didn't Tivo Lost. I just can't jump in right in the middle and besides, the youngest is supposed to rebel. And I'm too good for that damn show. Just like I'm too good for Harry Potter. Just like I'm too good for Coheed and Cambria. Just like I'm too good for finishing this blog and putting a period at the end of this sentence

Thanksgiving

*Jessie is sleeping, and I'm wide awake. She's so cute when she sleeps. She's so cute when she doesn't sleep. In fact,I hope that if you don't have someone as amazing as her that you find them, and if you do that you hold on to that person with all you have.

Thank you, Jessie.

*My birthday is on Friday. Its going to be the busiest day of my life. Feel free to think of me. Its been a good run thus far.

Thank you, Mom, Dad, Erik and Corinne.

*Dear Lord,
I do my best to provide.

Love,
Marty

Thank you, Jesus

*My singer/songwriter just came through.

Thank you, music.

*I want to see you more. Its my fault. Honestly.

Thank you, friends.

The Day After Tomorrow

*I, like many Americans on Tuesday nights, have made it a ritual to partake in My Name Is Earl and The Office (although I do recognize the superiority of the British version). Anyways, on the most recent episode of the latter Pam and Jim found out that Dwight thought it was Friday when it was really Thursday. Seeing as they have the propensity to give Dwight hell, (as I think we all would) they allowed him to think this through the entire day with hilarious consequenses.

Why do I bring this up you ask? Upon further review by myself I have had the same misconception for about the last two weeks. I'm serious, every single day I think its Friday and have been talking to people like it is. Having two non consecutive days off can really throw me off, I guess. I'm OK...

*Its snowing. Fox 9 is probably shutting down the studios in preperation for a global ice age. Its OK newscasters, even though you are probably not from Minnesota and hate everything about this state as you clinch you jaw and pretend you just love the Vikings, we are Minnesotans and know how to deal with this catostrauphic powder falling from the sky. Keep up the phony laughs.

*I'm going through the painstaking task of changing over my email account. Lycos only gave me 5mb of storage. Google gives me 2665mb of storage. Hard choice, I know. UPDATE YOUR RECORDS! My new email address is makingonebread@gmail.com.

*Keep it loose, child; keep it tight.

You Know Those Days When You Just Feel "Eh..." For No Reason? Yeah, That's Me Today. Thus, the Cliche Cryptic Apparent Depressive Blog Post...

But creating a title that long sure did make me feel a whole lot better....

Waiting to Exhale

*I feel so weird. This is my second day off this week from work (e.g. I'm not working six days a week). It seems like I'm doing something wrong and that I'm going to go into work tomorrow only to find out that I no longer work there for failure to show up for my shift. Deep breaths, Marty. You are allowed to relax.

*There are so many video games I want right now. So many. Video games.

*In a completely unrelated topic my birthday is in two weeks. Don't worry, I already have plans. Its Black Friday and I have to work seeing as its the busiest shopping day of the year.

*Why would I ever talk about race cars? I hate anything to do with racing. My neighbor always tries to talk to me about NASCAR and the like. Don't get me wrong, I can talk the talk seeing as pretty much 98% of my time spent listening to the radio is listening to KFAN but I seriously despise race cars.

*My fantasy football team just lost Priest Holmes. They have seriously underachieved this year. Such high hopes for the squad were crushed with injuries and better preperation by the other teams.

*I still am trying to figure out why Jessie wouldn't let me be Kayne West for Halloween....

And You Thought I Forgot....

*It hasn't been for a lack of want to. Honestly. First of all I have to type this entry virtually mistake free because the computer Jessie and I have been relegated to doesn't have a functional delete key, making life difficult.

Secondly, I've been working six day weeks for the last month in a desperate attempt to get our store's numbers up so I can get my bonus. Despite my attempts, we failed and I get no bonus and thus, its going to be a long November.

*The reason I'm using this crappy laptop is because lately we've had the luxury of using the church I've been leading worship at's sweet laptop. Well, we left the church. That should be enough said on that....

*Tonight I was thrown back in drums. I know nothing about drums and, I swear to God, it is impossible to get the department not looking like godzilla played an intense game of hoops against my new look Wolves and then puked all over the floor.

*Hank just drank water. Not that its unusual, the boys usually drink gallons every day and then wake up at four in the morning wanting us to let them out (thanks for doing that, Jess). However, he got his nuts taken off today. I just can't imagine what that would be like when you walk into the doctor's office not knowing what's going on and wake up saying "What the...who took my balls away???" If you guys come see them sometime, just let them know that they are still very masculine. But alas, they're whining in the bedroom and I need to go and let them know that I think they are still very manly.


I'll be better. Promise.

I Admit....

I'm boring. I have nothing to blog about so feel free to post a comment and give mea topic...any topic....I'll post accordingly.

By request of Bradley
Disclaimer: Everyone but Brad could be offended
Often we are faced with issues in our society that are so reprehensible that one has to objectively look at the world and wonder if progress has seized and our well of social justice has dried up. Each day we are faced with having to react to the evil of left handedness and the issues that arise from this. For thousands of years, the Devil has been associated with the left hand in various ways and is normally portrayed as being left-handed in pictures and other images. The way I see it if they believed this in the middle ages, we must believe it now. Hey- have you ever noticed how the word lie is in the believe? Just an observation. So if if we are to believe lies there seems to be no absolute truth and thus whatever I say must not be true. It may be true to you, but not to anyone else. I think James 6:4 says it best when it ways "the lies shall becometh the truth and thus make mountains crumble with confusion." I don't know if I blasphemed or not, but either way, its the lefties fault. Especially Ehud.

F U K C

Wow, what a week. It seems as though time doesn't stop even though I beg for it to. Life has been absolutely nuts with work. It started last week as I made my way down to Kansas City to help with a store opening. The days were long and the reward was little. GC decided it would be a phenomenal idea to open two stores in the same city on the same night. Well, needless to say it was ridiculously slow and I got ridiculously bored trying to explain to a city that 'Why yes, you can record your Van Halen licks onto your computer'. The nights were fun though seeing as I got to hang out and get blasted with GC folks from around the USA. Musicians certainly know how to par-tay.
Anyways, then I got home, watched the Vikings get destroyed, watched Brett Favre come from behind to beat my fantasy team, watched me work another 12 hour day, watched my dogs grate on Jessie's last nerve, watched me grate on Jessie's last nerve...sorry 'bout that one, hun. Anyways I'm officially updated and current. Happy?

Contentment

I'm sitting on my couch during halftime of this with a glass of this and this far from my mind. Life is good.

The Hammer Holds

*Last night I made chicken, scalloped potatoes and corn muffins. I thought my food was delicious and that's why I didn't share with Jessie. Actually, it was because she wasn't home, but still....

*I go to Kansas City in 1 week for a Guitar Center grand opening. Is that going to be fun?

*Work is getting scary. My future is getting scary. It's not in a bad way, but in a 'Where the heck is my life going to go' scary. I mean, I finally have a vision and plan with GC, but damn, is it bigger than I thought?

*Did I tell you my dogs ate my glasses? I can still wear them, they're just a tad more textured. Among other things they have destroyed: Jessie's scarecrow doll, pretty much all my shoes, our wicker basket, candles, various telephone wire, my xbox controllers, a flower plant outside the house, the basement cement (from pooping and peeing all over it), the legs of our coffee table....But they're so damn cute.

*Speak of the devil, Wally just started freaking out. I think he hurt his leg. Its funny when either of the them gets hurt because they start yelping and then run straight to mommy or daddy and beg to be picked up. He's OK now.

I Saw These Guys Once on Animal Planet

So once again, a quiz that is right on. I am really on my feet all day at work, thus making me very irritable and then...well, consider this a preemptive apology.... When the question arose in the quiz "Do you think you're cute?" I, of course, chose yes, and thus a meerkat further defines my identity. Seriously these guys are about the coolest animals in the world. They do things like kill snakes who try to eat their friends and then spend the rest of the day pretty much doing nothing but rough housing like my dogs, Hank and Wally.

You're a Meerkat!

Highly social and very protective of your friends, you only really
feel safe when you're underground. You are able to stand up for longer periods of
time than anyone you know and make an extremely good guard or watchperson. You do
have a nasty tendency to hold in your anger until it simply explodes without
warning. You owe everything you have to a magazine cover.


Take the Animal Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

All That I Want Is You In the End

*Work has been exhausting. It used to be that I could go home from GC and forget, but these days I come home from work and think 'Gosh, work was stressful today.' Sometimes I want a stiff drink to make me forget, or some Amos Lee or Holly Williams to relax me, and sometimes I think I want to just keep driving up 65 to a place far, far away. What I realize more and more though is that I only need one thing when all is said and done.

I deeply miss you and I'm coming to hold you in your dreams right now.

The Musician's Lament

*So yesterday was Labor Day. How was yours? Did you go to the beach? Or up to the cabin? Or have a BBQ with some pals? I bet it was fun...I worked. Granted I had one of the best days I've ever had at Guitar Center ($10,000+ in gross sales) but I still miss having holidays. I guess that's retail.

*I need more music. Let me rephrase that- I need more music that I've created or had a part in creating. I work around music all day, I play at chuch, I have a frickin' sweet keyboard but sometimes after being around music for so long all day I just want to relax. This has left a void. Zac from Johnnrook stops up to work a lot. I miss that band. I miss being a part of the creative process. I like hearing about the band and wish them the best no matter which way they go. I just need to once again be connected.

*If I were still on livejournal my mood would be somber. Its funny, because I'm not upset about anything. Just reflective. Well, maybe I'm upset about having to work six days this week.

School's In From Summer....

*You know how I know my wife loves me? She makes me grape Kool-Aid. She hates grape Kool-Aid.

*Jessie started school today. After having her around all summer when I was home, its kinda quiet around here. Well, not so quiet seeing as there still are two puppies who love tearing scarecrows and newspaper to shreds. Bastards. There is good news to this story though! I get another year of hearing ridiculous stories of high schoolers and reading papers from 9th graders about why sk8ers rule, which ATV I should be riding and with any luck how Mike Jones and Paul Wall brought the city of Houston out of virtual obscurity in the hip hop world and took the "screwed" lifestyle to the forefront of the industry in just one summer.

*On a similar note did I tell you that Lil' John was at Guitar Center one day? He bought a Mackie SRM450 from Mark Gust. We have a guitar in the warehouse that we have celebrities sign and he signed it: "What?" 'Lil John'

*I think the reason why I always write about pop culture and MTV when I blog is because its all that's on that holds my interest in the mid day. That's the only time I blog....P.S. I'm not apologizing.

On the Count of Three I Ran Back To My Fantasy

*I know everyone was waiting for my fantasy squad, so here goes....

QB- Jake Delhomme, David Carr, J.P. Losman
RB- Priest Holmes, Julius Jones, Carnell Williams, Mike Anderson
WR- Torry Holt, Reggie Wayne, Michael Clayton, Lee Evans, Reche Caldwell
TE- Todd Heap, Heath Miller
K- Nate Kaeding
D- Philly

I know you're impressed

Keys

*I got my keys at work the other day. I then proceded to buy a circular (not oval shaped) caribeener and clip it onto my belt loop. I then proceded to be even more awesome than I could ever have imagined.

*Then I brought the keys to the company van home last night and had to go into work early to return them. It's not like I live 50 minutes away from work.

*Then I went to my parent's house because I have keys to it and they don't live 50 minutes away. I haven't told them I'm here yet...I should probably call them and let them know, but I really needed a place to print off all my fantasy football information. I mean, for god sakes, the draft is on Sunday and I have a championship to defend.

It's the Most Terrible Time of the Year

*So it's 3:30 in the morning and I'm sitting up with the most awful allergies right now. My throat is itching like the dickens and I can't find a single remedy to fix it. I know Erik most likely can relate to this torturous occasion. My mom used to always wonder what the weird noise we made was when we itched the roof of our mouth with our tongue. Well mom, it's the sound of agony. Pure, unadulterated agony. Aaargh...I gotta try to get some sleep....At least the Twins have won 6 of 7.

Signs I Watch Way Too Much MTV

*So as many of you should know by now last night was Laguna Beach followed by My Super Sweet 16 followed by me having a restless night of sleep thinking I was the party coordinator for a bratty adolescent with way too much money and who kept saying things like "It's my way or the highway" and "The world does revolve around me" and "Even though you planned this whole party you still can't come to it" and "If I had a choice between chewing on dog urine or inviting you to my party (even though you planned it) I'd choose the dog urine." Thanks, MTV...thanks....

Just Another Lazy Monday....

*Mondays are lazy and blogging is pretentious.

*My credit got cleared at work last week which means that I can oficially have keys at work and the assitant manager position is mine. This is a good thing seeing as I truly hate accessories. I mean truly, truly hate accessories. Tim Greenwood put it best: in accessories you fill bags, in hi tech you fill trucks.

*I got nothing.

Let the Rain Fall Down

*First of all, Talan you know that you should be with Taylor. I have no idea what you see in Kristin, but honestly, how could you say those things to Taylor and obviously not mean it. I don't get you. Kristin, you're nothing but a manipulative bitch. You know you don't like Talin, you just want attention. Then there's Jason. We all know that Jessica is too good for you, Jason. You deserve a girl like Alex who has no compassion towards another living human relationship. I'm realizing more and more that LC isn't such a mean person, she's just trying to figure out what she wants. She loves you, Stephen and that's that. Hopefully when you get back from San Francisco things will return to the way it was when you left.

*Do you guys think that the people from Laguna Beach will read this? I do.

*I got a migraine last night. I think it was from stressing out over the drama of my favorite show, even though it was a series of repeats that I've seen already. Its just so hard being from Laguna Beach.

Aloha

This is just about perfect....

You're Hawaii!

When they first meet you, few people can tell whether you want to say
hello or goodbye. Either way, most of them will end up saying that you're their favorite
person to visit, if only they could afford the trip. But your soft and warm image is
belied by an explosive undercurrent in your personality than can leave you drenched with
tears or boiling with anger for days on end. You are rather fond of using plants as
clothing.


Take the State Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

So This Is New York?

*I guess I should have checked my intinerary more closely because I really wasn't in NYC as my district manager mistakenly told me. I was in Long Island. In my mind Long Island sounded cool, but really, it was no different than being in Minnesota. It was pretty sweet though hanging out with the guys from Korg USA and hearing from the guys who developed such legendary keyboards as the Andromeda, M1, Trinity, Triton and now the new, amazing OASYS.

*Speaking of New York, I thought New Yorkers were these great drivers who always new where they were going. The guy who picked me up with the car service got lost for two hours. The joke's on you though, Guitar Center. It certainly wasn't my dime.

*Hi Jessie. I'm home.

*Sorry about the boredom of this blog, I'm just depressed about not following through on "Operation Derek Jeter Deserves the Same Fate As That Stupid Lead Singer of INXS". Jessie, you're not allowed in New York until Mr. Jeter falls in a vat of acid (like The Joker in Batman I).

Circle Me, Bert

*So I leave for New York tomorrow for work. It seems that all the stars have aligned to allow me my oppurtunity to kick Mr. Jeter in the nuts. The Twins have a three game series with the Yanks starting tomorrow. I don't care if I go to the game alone, how can I miss out on the oppurtunity to see my beloved Twinkies in one of the most historic ballparks in baseball. Hopefully it will be amazing. Fellow Minnesotans, I will try to do you proud and bring sterilization by way of my right foot to the groin of Derek Jeter.

*The dogs were in their kennel for 11 hours today and didn't pee. Frickin' amazing.

*In the latest installment of "No I don't watch Room Raiders every night": I'm watching a Laguna Beach marathon on MTV. That Lauren is such a bitch.

*That's all I got for you. See ya Thursday.

Transitions

*So I decided to move blogs. Although my old blog served its purpose it was just time to move on. Lets be honest Live Journal makes you pay for the same crap that blogspot and xanga give you for free. Since I already had a blogspot account...here I am. Now I'm unleashed, suckas. Update those links and get ready for gooder times.

*So I was kind of promoted to assistant manager at Guitar Center. I have to wait out a month or two in accessories to learn a "low tech" dept, but after that....MIDDLE MANAGEMENT HERE I COME!!!

*Finally...Here's the boys! Hank is on the right and Wally is on the left.