Monday, June 02, 2008

I don't heart you blogspot

I am not sure what is going on with me and blogging right now. I just can't pinpoint the reason. First I just figured I was just having a torrid hate affair with blogging but then I thought I might have a ginormous crab stuck in my ass, which as you know can be quite mood altering. My motivation to blog is almost non-existent. Maybe my arch nemesis Jim Shitburger has put a spell on me. So for the time being I am done. It might be a week or two. Maybe in the tub, in the car, up against the mini-bar. It might be longer. But I will be back. Hopefully you will still be here.

Mr. Shife
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We are so related

Regular readers of the blog will know that I occasionally talk about midgets on this blog.
Why?
I don't know. Honestly I think I was traumatized as a high schooler when I ended up drunk at a Holiday Inn and a Little People of America convention was in session. It was a weird night, trust me.
Well Mrs. Shife and I took my 5-year-old nephew to the movies, and you never know what is going to happen when a 5-year-old is in tow but he did something that made me realize that maybe the love of the little people is in my family's blood.
So there we are in a darkened theater with a few other strangers getting ready to watch "Iron Man." The previews start and my nephew is enjoying his tasty beverage and popcorn. No worries. Mrs. Shife and I are both settling in getting ready for the movie. Then it happened. A preview of the new Mike Myers' flick "The Love Guru" begins. The film also stars Verne Troyer, but he is better known as Mini-Me from "Austin Powers." Well guess what happened every time Mini-Me appeared on the screen? Good guess, but not quite right. My little nephew would yell enthusiastically yell "Midget" at the movie screen. And he wasn't using his inside voice. Needless to say, Mrs. Shife and I had no idea this was going to happen and about died laughing when he did it. We tried to get him to quiet down but it is hard when you are nearly choking on your popcorn.
Those kids do say the darnedest things.