Congrats to my Brother Khris

Congrats are in order for my kid brother Khris. Here is the story:

Sharp first grade teacher Barbara Phillips and Middle School special education teacher Kris Koelsch, pictured here with Superintendent of Schools James Bathurst were honored as teachers of the year for 2005-2006 at Collingswood Public Schools in New Jersey.

A funny note, the nice copy editor didn't even bother to spell the kid's name right. It's Khris you dumbass! Oh well, major props for what he goes through every day. How bout that picture? They need to learn the term Photoshop. Perhaps Khris's pal Doug 'Fat Ass, Smashmouth, Dr. Teeth' Graham could give them an assist there. However, I believe he ate his copy of Photoshop.

Anyway, Bravo Khris. I owe you a beer. Get it soon though, the breadline cometh: 27 work days!

Do a Dance of Joy

OK, so I've never been good at math, but the breadline calculation has been incorrect. What's that all mean? Tell 'em Johnny........

That's right, KK and crew get to pound salt for 4 more worthless days in their extremely deadended job. Yes, that's right, the count is back up to 32 days til the line of pigs, scum, filth and bums.

I'll have extra cheese if anyone needs some. Just let me know.

Now, who knows where I can find some cheap beer post June 30? Bud Light preferred.

I'm Just Poundin' Salt in a Dead-Ender

Oh I'm just pounding salt in a dead-ender, a dead-ender, a dead-ender.

I'm just pounding salt in a dead-ender, a dead-ender today.

A dead-ender to stay.

Catchy little stupid ass tune isn't it? Well, 30 days til the breadline for us and the weather sucks, my back hurts and I have a cold. Only one thing left to do then this weekend, get drunk. Moving out of my apartment next weekend so I have to finish packing this weekend as well. That is always such a joy. Oh well, I will soon be amongst the masses of filth collecting unemployment and waking up at noon every day. Anyone know where you can golf cheap? And finally, kudos to Joe White, newest member of our softball team. Not known for his defensive prowess, Big Joe actually brought the wrong glove into the field. Maybe that's why two balls sailed by him with not so much as a wave. But, he does have a big bat. Joe, our new EH.

Breadline Countdown = 36 Work Days

Oh the joy of pounding salt in a deadend job. So I figured it was time to update my blog. People working from home, people with a sick dog, I keep eating and drinking like a hog. The breadline is coming, coming very fast, I sure wish the workload I have now would last. Oh well, we move along anyway.

KK Survives Drunk Dave Weekend Scare

Well, the whirlwind known as Drunk Dave came and went, but naturally, not without incident. Drunk Dave, Mike Boyers and myself went to Coach's to watch the NFL Draft. The Steelers had a great draft and an even better first round trade landed us Santonio Holmes, the best WR in the draft.

It was all smooth sailing from there, until Drunk Dave started doing shots. He was constantly bitching about the Columbus smoking ban and had to go out to the smoker's porch. While there, he got into numerous spats with guys 10+ years younger than him. In the end, Mike and I had to get him outta there and he was almost jumped by 5 guys staring him down as he stumbled across the parking lot. We finished the draft at BW3 and then went home. Drunk Dave 'blacked out' at this point and naturally remembers nothing. His famous motto of "If you don't remember, it didn't happen" comes into play here. He was loud, obnoxious, foul and a little destructive at my house, but Amy (his girlfriend) and myself refused to go out with him. So, he drank all my beer and eventually passed out around 4 a.m. And this ends another story in the 37-year-old life of Drunk Dave.