You to be judge of it....

 

Watch this video and you tell me...

 

Patrick Warburton is a talented man. You may not know his face but anyone who's anyone about cartoons should recognize his voice in Family Guy and the Venture Brothers, but he hasn't had enough television time. His life as a live actor can be best described by his role in Men in Black 2 (dear Lord).

Luckily that's going to change. Monday nights are now home to a new sitcom starring none other than the heavenly-voiced Patty. It's called Rules of Engagement and Patrick plays a married man who's friends with a single man and one who's engaged. Although the premise is a but washed-out and overplayed in Hollywood, there's some fresh material here that should keep you entertained, and if that's not enough then Patrick's presence is most definitely a redeeming factor.

Unfortunately he's accompanied in his role by David Spade whose acting is so terrible he made Chris Farley commit suicide. Other than those two is a guy whose name doesn't matter because he sucks, but the stage name is "Jeff" and if he wasn't engaged I'd bet money on him being a homosexual. Let's just hope that future episodes will continue to please and feature more of my friend here, whose tears have been known to heal sick children.
Too bad he's never cried.

 

You have to watch this! I love this scene....

Hello, everybody!  Sorry I've been offline for nearly a week or so, but I got really sick a few days before Xmas with a very scary stomach flu.  The flu came on very suddenly during a snow storm we had a week ago.  It was terrible!  I had to take off from work and felt like I was letting everyone down because they had to cover for me during the holiday rush.  So between trying to get well, and worrying about how I was going to make up the hours, the last thing I could do was break away from the bathroom to answer emails and what-not.  And I had SO MUCH to talk about, so much going on in my head.  If I had a lap top, I would've been all over this blog to share my thoughts while I struggled to get my body to cooperate with me.

 

On Dec. 26, I visit my Momma:

When I felt better, I visited my mother in the nursing home.  The last place I like to be is the nursing home.  Too many lost souls there and I get to feeling overwhelmed.  Many people in my family are intuitively sensitive like that, so my mom understands, but I can't imagine what it's like for her.  But she's gotten to the point where it's hard for her to remember things, like my favorite colors or scents or interests.  Her Yule presents for me were a couple of Christian romance novels which, because of her state of mind and condition of her body, I feel obligated to read because I also don't want to lie to her and say I haven't read them after accepting them as gifts.  Know how that feels?  In any case, any visit from me is a gift to her, so I really shouldn't feel all that bad.

 

Big Thanks for all the Votes!!!

I want to take this moment, if I haven't already, to thank everyone for nominating and voting for me as best blog designer and best blog design.  You know I don't do the things I do on Mindsay for praise, because it's praise enough that I see you all using and customizing my designs, but I have to say thank you over and over again because, as they all say, I wouldn't have done it all if it weren't for you all!

 

Why do I need to like Family Guy?

I don't care if it's the no. 1 show in America, someone needs to tell my brother to stop trying to convince me to like Family Guy.  I can't stand that show.  I hate it as much as I hate The Simpsons.  I can't tell you why.  I just don't like cartoon shows like that, but yet I love Jackass and the Venture Bros.  Go figure.  I guess we all have our personal tastes.  So, Miya, remember that dream you had about seeing me argue with a 300 pound man?  Well, that's my brother.  You think Andrew is bad?  My brother is so pig headed about his tastes in entertainment, he won't stop until he converts me to the Church of Family Guy.  Jeez.  I need to keep hitting him in the pimple, me thinks.

 

Dec. 30th 2006: the day to celebrate ME!

Oh, and today, if I haven't mentioned it already, is my birthday.  At 7:10pm Central Standard Time, I turn 36 years old.  It was once predicted to me by a palm reader that I would not live to my 36th birthday.  I've always had that in the back of my mind, "what if I don't live past my 36th birthday?"  Of course this prediction was made back when I was 19 and when I was 19 the age of 36 seemed really, really old.  For nearly over a decade I spent most of my time worrying that I hadn't done enough in my life, like I was in a race to fulfull my wishes for myself by the age of 30, let alone 36.  I've since taken it much more easy with myself and have had more psychics predict things for me, but for some stupid reason the age of 36 has always stuck in my mind as a "be all do it all" year for me.  My lifeline is much longer than the age of 36, with a slight break repaired by a "box" symbol over the age of 36, so I interpret that as being more of a sign that my health will change this year.  My greatest weakness is laziness and apathy currently, perhaps once I get past that, I'll be better.

 

The Tarot card for me this year is "The Wheel of Fortune" -- that means lots of changes and chances. 

 

Who knows what the future will hold?  Here I am fretting over turning 36, just wait til I turn 40. *shivers*

 

For now I'm content to let my troubles transform into wonders.  I'll be back!

 

...and, uh, yeah, it kinda sucks that a Presidental funeral and the execution of an Iraqi dictator both happened to fall on my birthday this year.  Weird.