Well, now that you all have had time to get used to the new look, I have something to say.

I was flipping through the channels today and something I saw made me start to think about when the tiger attacked that magician dude. I have never seen the Siegfried and Roy show, but if they ever make it back to the stage, I will be there in the front row wearing a poncho like I was at a Gallagher show. I don't blame the tiger for snapping at all. They said that the tiger attacked because he became disoriented. Well, yeah, he's in a damn casino! A tiger does not belong in a casino. I love Vegas, and I love to gamble, but after five hours in a casino, I'm ready to rip someone's throat out too.

Then they tried to blame the tiger snapping because of some woman's hair in the audience. Have you seen Siegfried's hair? The tiger works every day with Siegfried and they want to blame some woman from New Jersey for having big hair. I heard that the next time they have a show, they are going to have a sign that says, "Your hair must be this tall in order for you to see this show."

As you can tell, I have little sympathy for people who get trampled running with the bulls, or crushed by an elephant at the circus, or any silly crap that involves a wild animal. Animals don't want to be in the darn circus, jumping through hoops on fire or standing on one foot. If they weren't so drugged up, more of them would snap. I mean, we have people doing regular jobs and they lose it and shoot up their place of employment. I bet the post office would have way more casualties if we made them balance the mail on their noses.

Enough said.

TA DAAA!!!

Ok, so it might not be as glamorous as some people's blogs, but at least it's semi-original, unlike the Blogger template I was using for what seemed like forever. I hope to be doing even more improvements. Possibly making this blog more interactive, any suggestions would be great.

In the mean time, I wish to take this time to wish my niece McKenzie a happy birthday.

Happy Birthday, McKenzie!!

Just a warning...to my regulars:

I'm going to be changing the template either later today or early tomorrow, so don't freak out when you open the page and it's a little, um...bright.

You know it's too freakin' hot when...

• after you take a shower in the morning, you break out in a sweat just by getting dressed.
• when you put the thermometer right in the sunlight the temperature exceeds its 120 degree limit.
• heat is the number one topic of conversation.

That's right folks today's high is supposed to be around 100 degrees. That might not seem to bad for you people who live in the god forsaken areas like Arizona and such, where your high today in Phoenix is supposed to be 109 F. OMG! Why do people live there at all? Don't get me wrong, I'm sure it has it's good points, but I think I would fly north for the summer.

The average high temperature for my area is 73 F for the month of June. Do you see now why we bitch about it when it gets past 85?

I know it's pretty sad when I plan my day around the heat. I need to go grocery shopping but then I would have to actually go outside eventually into the parking lot. Oh well. I got stuff to do, so I best get to it. I'll let you all know if I melted or not. Or at least which sneaker melted to the pavement.