Friday Pick-me-up

Bad news, it’s hardly 9. Good news, it’s Friday! Only 8ish more hours until you can celebrate your short lived freedom. Whether you were crunching numbers or digging ditches, celebrate the fact that you made it through another grueling work week. At the end of the day, we’re all just doing one thing anyway…



No clue what the hell happened last night. Dave went wild. Do I hate it? Absolutely not. Boy is making plays…shooting his shot…can’t get mad about that. That’s what the blog life is about, shooting your shot. If you can’t appreciate that, you’re probably in the wrong place.

Side note, what the fuck happened in the last week? One minute I’m writing Winter off, the next day it’s 20 degrees and snowing. Absolutely ridiculous. How am I supposed to live life in this shit? It’s NASCAR season. It’s PGA season. It’s MLB season. It’s not snow season. I’m over it. Not really though. Like not at all. I need some warmth and I need it now. I don’t even care if it’s just like 55 and sunny. Just enough for me to grill some meat and drink some pops. Honestly, I’m doing that regardless of the temperature this weekend. Might have a foot of snow, might be a beaut, who knows?*

*Probably the weather man but I’ll be damned if I let someone else tell me it’s supposed to be a certain temperature only to have them be wrong.

Oh well, St. Practice Day Weekend is coming up, so I’m practicing for that this weekend. Really need to get myself mentally prepared for that shit show. I’ll try to drink myself into a coma each day this weekend. Let’s hope it works.



First song is a beaut from Future and The Weeknd. Just enjoy it.


Second song is an all time great song for the weekend. So just sit back and take it in.


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