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Okay, okay, so I should re-name the blog ‘month lee’. Give me a buncha grief about it, why dontcha?

*Ahem* I do have a life.

Anyhoo, I’ve blown the dust off the blog and am set to post a large amount of sundry new material. However, the pyra server is acting like a bitch in heat so I’ll have to come back later for that. I can’t get into my template, it keeps timing out on me. Am suspecting that a huge bloggership resides on the Pacific Coast, which means since it is now 3:30 am their time, they’re all back from their silly Friday night drinking binges and are all logging simultaneously onto Blogger and posting their silly fuckwit adventures, which will go unread by millions.

TTFN

Same day, different year..

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Baseball League Hall of Famer Kirby Puckett has died at 45.

I remember fondly as a young teenager when the Twins first got Kirby on the team.  He made it exciting to watch, with his wall-scaling in the outfield to stop a home run from the other team.  Although he was serious about the sport and “kicked ass and took questions later”, you knew he was a good guy and loved the game.

Before we won the World Series in 1987, I remember that our team was so awesome. We had that towering St. Paul native Dave Winfield (2001 Hall of Fame inductee same time as Puckett) and Bert Blylevin, plus having Kirby lead us again and again to good wins (yay!) with his quick running, awesome hitting (his lifetime batting average of .318 was the highest of any right-handed batter since Joe DiMaggio.) Those last games in the playoffs were ridiculous and when we won, most people could hardly believe it, it was sort of shocking but at the same time everyone was so proud of our team.

Suddenly Twins games were hotter than hot and everyone in school loved him, and the other players.  Girls in grades older than me were watching baseball on TV too.  It was kinda weird, but when I look back I think of how fun it was to see girls with posters of (mostly of Kirby but the most were of Frank Viola and Kent Hrbeck) pasted up in their lockers.  

I remember when Twins Announcer Bob Casey would call out the players before the first pitch and he used to yell out Kirby’s name, real lound and he’d stretch it out, like this: “Kerrrrrrrrrrrrbeeeeeeeee Puck-IT!”.  My mom and I would be watching the game while doing dishes after supper and we would snap to attention when Bob called out his name and both agreed that it gave us chills to see him come running out on to the field. 

Dad had season passes, and went to many home games with his friend and his friend’s sons.  My sis and I stayed at home with Mom and enjoyed it from the toob, though I do recall going to one game in the summer of 1991 when I was in trade school, a bunch of us took a bus out to the game.  We were in the nosebleeds section but it was a blast anyway.

That 1991 World Series, I remember still (the Twins vs. Atlanta Braves games the most).  I was riveted to the tv watching the last few games and was so exciting and everyone around got caught up in the fever.  When we won it was like a happy bomb went off again in the Twin Cities.  The Tickertape parade was on TV and I remember our history teacher rolling out the tv and VCR cart from the A/V room so we could watch.  Everyone in school was just crazy excited and when I got home my parents were all whooping, too.

Within that short era of time, the Twins were so exciting and Minnesota as a whole, was so proud to wave our Homer Hankies–I mean everyone but everyone had one–if you didn’t you maybe were living under a rock.

I’m sure that many would agree–no, wait.  It’s a fact.  Kirby was the best thing that ever happened to Minnesota Baseball in a long, long time, and will be missed.

Kiddies—If you have a good website and don’t want to lose exposure, watch what you say! Anything blue or words just a tad worse than ‘crap’ or ‘booby’, will get you a smartass email from the big brothers at BlogSnob!

Check it…I got this crazy message from them the other day:

To: bbojojo99 AT yahoo DOT com Subject: BlogSnob ad… From: blogsnob@idya.net

Date: Wed, 04 Jun 2003 03:15:24 -0400

Hi!

This is an automated notifier to tell you that a member of BlogSnob admin team has seen your page

and reported it to us. Your page

might have either violated the acceptance rules, or you have not

displayed your ad on the page properly.

These are the kind of sites that we do not accept:1) No offensive/pornographic content allowed. 2) No commercial sites allowed. 3) No pop up/under ad sites. 4) No foul language–OK, this one is a little tricky – let’s say “if you heard it on NBC/other TV networks, it’s probably ok”.NOTE: This point should hold for the following: the content of your site, it’s name, and the slogan that you

give in the ad.

5) Personal sites and Blogs Only. When people checkout a BlogSnob site, they expect it to be a nice Blog by somebody.

So your site should either be a personal blog, or something close to it.

Let’s keep the spirit of blogging alive!

regards,
The BlogSnob Team.

“…they expect it to be a nice Blog by somebody.”

Oh, so just because I have a blog it’s supposed to be all rainbows and ass-kissing? And my blog is by ME. I’m somebody. I think I established that back in um–preschool–when we discussed how special each of us little kids are, and that we’re all SOMEBODY. That right there should tell you the kind of members BlogSnob has…children.

Here is their method by which they accept sites:
“First, when a site signs up, the blogsnob system automatically goes out, and checks it. It tries to see if the site is a blog, is clean, if it contains any objectionable language or pictures. If it finds no problem with the site, or the ad, it approves the site. All applicant sites that have objectionable words, pictures, etc. are politely rejected. If any user of blogsnob finds any site that is not a personal or a blog site, or it is offensive, or improper, he/she reports it using the contact page. The site is then immediately checked out by first the BlogSnob system itself, and also by the Admins. The site is then dealt with accordingly.”

Ooooh, I’M TO BE DEALT WITH!

Have I been a bad little girl? Am I now to stand in line for my whooping?

Shit.

Well, BlogSnob is a work of a bunch of snobs. Truly.

This is MY FREEDOM. To write and say what I please. It’s their loss if they don’t want a fine quality site like day lee in their stupid little club. HA!

Besides, none of those assholes said anything was bad about my site back when I didn’t have a huge pic displaying the word ‘fuck’ on it when I signed up two years ago, however day lee’s always been chock-full of words and stuff that would make a sailor blush. So what gives, peeps?

I’m going to be THE BIGGEST SNOB OF ALL, and not only boycott BlogSnob and all sites but also any site which displays links to, belongs to, and otherwise encourages the services and policies set forth by BlogSnob and its partners/evil minions. Besides, I think they only sent me a handful of hits a day. Probably people who are all of 11, still crapping their pants and sheilding their eyes from all the bad, bad stuff in this world, LOL!

Who’s with me?

I think my ship may have come in… career-wise. I’ll be going into more detail later. Right now I’m just killing time.

So I took Colleen’s 80’s lyrics quiz to see how well I would fare.

I figured, what the hell, I was born in ‘73, grew up on this stuff but for some reason I got shitty scores on hard stuff and lots of points for stuff I thought was easy. Then she chided me for not ‘memorizing’ the Breakfast Club soundtrack! Oh well.

More later!

Same day, different year..

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• Weird Searches of the Week – 2005

Well, today has been one of those days. You know, where there’s like tons of stuff to do but you don’t want to do it? You have to get ready for work on Monday morning, you wish you could take back the whole weekend and start it from Friday night again? You know. That’s why I’m kinda down. Who wants to spend their life working when there’s tons of better stuff to do? Anyway, I’m tired of trying to find a job. It gets boring and I hate going on interviews. Hate them. With a bloody passion. Why should I answer this/that/whatever? What do you care what I look like? I’ve got 8 years experience doing this job, so fucking hire me already. Come on. I get so tired of it. Yes, I will take a pee test if that’s what you want. I think it’s a total violation of what I do in my leisure time, which has no bearing whatsoever on my work and my productivity but if that’s what you fucking want. Go for it. No, you hold the cup for me, I’ve got terrible aim. No, please. I insist. Hey, you wanted me to squat like a dog and now you got me doing it. For what? For your sick need to study my bodily fluids. Ish.

Why is this a common practice with even remedial office jobs? I can see it being standard procedure for say, JimBob’s Welding shop or the tree-cutter’s union but come on.

Okay, well I need to get going. I need to go have a cigarette before my fiancee is comes over. We’re going to the bank and post office and running errands and plan to have a jolly good time in general, since everyone is at work and mom’s out of town for the weekend. Whoo hoo!

Okay. Here’s the dealie-o. You may already know by now that my REAL domain www.dayleeblog.com is down. That is because my domain expired and my life caved in and the ball and chain that is Twin City Federal has stripped me of my bankcard privileges just because of one silly overdraft so very long ago.

What’s new with me:

My life has falled apart, as has most of my family.

I know longer no how to spell, for Krist’s sake

Blogger continues to suck big smelly ass because it has no clue that sentences should get TWO (2) spaces between them, thus mocking me and making my life worse, because my paragraphs look like complete crap.

The day I became a Super Single Swingin’ Sista, the whole world runs off to get married or comes out of the closet.

Oh, woe.

Fuck me.

A more serious and fervently detailed update shall follow soon-ly.

My name is Bobbi Jo and I am a recovering weblogs.com-aholic. [clap-clap-clap, “Welcome, Bobbi Jo”]

I used to use Manila in conjunction with weblogs.com.

I do not do that anymore. So help me, God.

I know what you’re thinking…”they all say this when they first arrive!” No, this time I really mean it.

I saw the signs, I saw it all coming.
1. Ever since Manilla Express stopped working I knew something wasn’t right anymore (yes that WAS a long time ago). I miss it dearly. 2. Then when they moved Weblogs.com, I told myself that this was it.
No more sitting idly by and watching all the cool people over at Blogger, with their trendy Pyra-powered blogs that always work and have good server uptime and whatnot, waving their clever navy-blue-and-orange blogger icons around. No more. no more no more no more no more no more no more.

3. Ed Champion over at Blog You! was the one who finally made me realize what I was doing wrong. [oops, he told me to use Moveable Type. Ack…sorry Ed, I gotta get a domain and my own host first]. One fine day, when the grass is green and the Hewlett-Packard people start making decent computers, and I have enough money to pay for rent AND food AND a server, and I can start using porn sites as income generators…that will be the day I will pack my blogspot bags and move over to Moveable Type land. Until then, well, here I be. Lorem ipsum!!

I’ve been blogging since way back when, in the fall of 1999, and I’ve come a long way, baby. To get an idea of day lee’s very disgusting and humble beginnings, click here.

I’ve turned over yet another leaf. A new blog, a new me, soon another new year. So now what, you say? Well, here’s the deal. No more pitiful proclaiming “Welcome to the winter of my discontent, enjoy your stay here…sucka”.

The new, clean and sober me has brought a new mission to light. From today on I vow to try my darndest to provide the low-life blog-reading scum with a half-decent blog. Yes, i know, that sounds like I’m trying to sell myself short. I’m taking baby steps.

I’m no big dreamer. I always start small. My fiance is the big dreamer. I keep him grounded with all my might. I am Miss Ugly Reality and it drives him nuts but we make a good business team. Ha. It’s not making us any money yet. So why are we still in business then? Uff da.

Anyway, here’s what I can offer:

Ultra kinky ways to maintain a relationship with your pet chimpanzee Recipes for the cast-iron stomach A personal take on life, hosted by my silly ass Fun with bad hip-hop Ugly photos Andy Dick fan club Cool things you can do with Elmer’s Glue and Hanson Minty fresh site reviews

Tried-and-true personality makeovers and lots of Gangsta Bitch Barbie fun.

Anyway…on with it already. See all you low-life blog-reading scum tomorry.

No. And why not? Do you have a rotten Christmas because you didn’t get what you wanted? Well, if you’re five and haven’t grasped the concept and also don’t take pleasure in all the giving that us adults do, then sure. But in the grown-up world we here are all focusing on what did Japan give to the Tsunami relief effort? What did Germany give? Whah whah whah. Why, when the U.S. can afford to help, do we care so much about HOW much we can help. Okay, yes, it seems awful that, on one hand, you’ve got Sweden, who gives a lifetime supply of Neutrogena, 7000 couches from Ikea and healthcare for everyone and then you have Albania, who only gave 400 cases of saltine crackers and then the U.S. gives more money to other countries than the world combined! If we weren’t at war right now with Iraq I’m sure that it would be easier to do better.

Fucking whiny liberals. I’d hate be someone who has to get any Christmas gifts for one of THEM.

Same day, different year..

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• Weird Search Requests – 2000

When you are having no fun.

I do believe I’m suffering from some burnout.  I have worked an average of 14-18 hours a day, (with the exception of a day or two off every month) for the last 16 months and I feel like I need a long nap!

Meanwhile, I got a cute comment earlier today from someone, and when I get comments from people I don’t know I take the courtesy of clicking on their blog link to visit their site.  Well, I was in for a treat because the last comment I got was from renn at Rennratt’s blog. For the most part you all know I don’t really follow ‘chick blogs’ because they are usually full of crafty junk, kid pics, and stuff like ‘My little Johnny said this today or Suzy pooped on me today” crap and you all know how much I hate children, muwahahahahah.

However, I found her posts to be a very funny, intelligent and lighthearted break from the fierce political and sometimes dry news-y blogs I tend to follow.  I shall consider it a new fave and it’s now in my sidebar!  Wwell, ok..that isn’t’ a HUGE honor…I mean, no one hangs out at this shithole long enough to care anyway.  But there it is.

Same day, different year..

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• Stop, hey, what’s that sound? – 2006

Okay, this post has nothing to do with The Big Lebowski. I just couldn’t think of a title. I hate this feeling as though there is a need to have a title for every entry, though I do try to come up with clever ones. Sorta stupid, huh? 

It is cold here in my apartment. Dammit.

I’m pissed ’cause I asked the landlord to look into it on thursday. crap.

I need to go to the store and get cigarettes.

back later – buhh byee

Same day, different year..

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• Official Seal of The United States Democratic Party – 2004

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