Christmas shopping...
I think I've been on record that I get a little grumpy this time of year. I LOVE Christmas. I enjoy giving gifts. I enjoy seeing the excitement on the kids faces when they get what they have been dying to get (until they see a commercial on TV for a new toy). I enjoy the food (Lord, I do loves me some Christmas goodies).
What makes me grumpy is that everything is crammed into a short period of time right in the middle of hunting season. We have 4 family gatherings, not including the one Shelly prefers to have with just our little family. There is always a Christmas party or so, and there is shopping to be done. You also have the big mess of dragging out all of the Christmas decorations from the attic, decorating, then stashing the empty boxes back out of the way (ours are still in the entry hall, but by golly, the tree is up and decorated) There are not enough weekends to do it all while still fitting in a hunting trip or 3.
This year has worked out pretty well so far. I'm in a MUCH better mood because Shelly allowed me to block out 1 weekend between Thanksgiving and Christmas to hunt without pressure of other events. I don't play golf, watch stick & ball sports on TV, etc, so she has given me a hall pass a couple of times to get my hunting out of the way. We've even managed to get all of the family gatherings grouped into just 2 weekends to make the getting back and forth to each of them a little less hectic.
NOW, all that's left is the shopping. I like buying toys and stuff for the kids, but sometimes there are some real idiots in the stores.
Case in point, Monday night, Shelly asked me to run by Target on my way home to get a particular toy for Jonathan. Easy enough, right? Nope. It is a Duplex Blocks deal, sort of like a Lego set, but appropriately sized for a 19 month old. It was cold and drizzling outside and I managed a decent spot right off the bat. So far so good. I grabbed a buggy and prepared to run the gauntlet.
As I reached the toy section, all was good. The place was not overly crowded and there was still a decent selection left, so it's looking to be a nice "grab-n-go" type evening. That is until I get to the Lego aisle. There SHE is. This woman was straight in from the backwoods of East TX. You know the kind. Lives several miles down a dirt road. Lots of cars up on blocks in the yard. Sher's standing SMACK in the middle of the aisle. One of her kids is sitting on the floor at the other end of the aisle playing with toys (opening them & playing with them). The other kid is pushing the buggy back and forth on the aisle, with no regard for anyone else being there..
The woman is dressed in flannel type pajama pants and Crocs. She is large as you would expect, and she is loudly talking to herself. I tried to go around her on both sides, but she refused to budge. I finally abandoned my buggy and went in without it. This woman is standing in the middle of the aisle, talking quite loudly to no one in particular, complaining about the selection & pricing. She was complaining about the cost of a $20 set of Legos. Her complaint that she kept going on and on about was that a similar set was cheaper at Wal-Mart and had more pieces. Then she started complaining about another set, which again Wal-Mart was better and cheaper.
What made this scene so insane was that Wal-Mart happened to be right next door to this particular Target store. In the time this lady spent complaining about the prices and selection, she could have walked her happy butt next door and bought what she was looking for.
I guess in the end, I did get what I was shopping for with little trouble, and I did get some of the entertainment I've come to expect from my shopping trips.
More shopping to come, so look for more posts in the next few days.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Merry Christmas from Heaven...
I was e-mailing with my friend Katie today and the subject of holiday traditions came up. That got me to thinking about my traditions for holidays. I've had some spectacular Christmas's through the years, but Thanksgiving is probably the one that has carried more meaning. Growing up, all of my grandparents lived in Southeast Texas in a small town called Kirbyville. We went there often. ALL holidays were spent in Kirbyville as well as many other weekends throughout the year.
I was thinking about what happened for Thanksgiving, and it was usually the same. Thanksgiving morning, all of the men got up and headed out to the "hunting club". Sometimes someone killed a deer, usually we just went, hunted, then hung out for a while before heading back to get dressed for the big feast. The Aggies always sucked (yeah, things change when you marry an Aggie), and the Cowboys just had to win.
After lunch, Nana and Grandaddy (Mom's parents) always gave out envelopes to everyone. This was the Christmas money. It was always something to help everyone have a little better Christmas. I always got $50. As a kid, Grandaddy always took me the next day down to City Shoe Shop and with my $50, I got a pair of cowboy boots. As I got older, the amount and what I did with it changed, but the envelope was always a tradition.
As time went on, relatives moved farther away and their traditions changed, but ours was the same. We went to Kirbyville, we went hunting, and Grandaddy gave out the envelopes. Grandaddy and I shared a special connection through hunting. 24 years ago, I killed my first deer while sitting in the stand with him.
Time passed, Nana died, and the traditions sort of died. I still hunt every Thanksgiving, and hold onto the memories of years past. We still always saw Grandaddy sometime around Thanksgiving, and usually that's when he gave us the envelope with our Christmas money.
This year is different... We lost Grandaddy this year. It is sort of bittersweet for me. I will still hunt Thanksgiving morning, but this year I'll be hunting with the rifle he let me shoot my first deer with. He knew how special that gun was to me, and while he was laying in a bed in MD Anderson, he told me he wanted me to have it. I hope he knows how much I appreciate having it.
Last weekend, we got together with Mom and Dad to have an early Thanksgiving dinner. After dinner, they surprised us. For each family, there was an envelope. From Grandaddy. I know Mom put it together for us, but She said Grandaddy would have wanted it that way. In the envelope was a card. It read:
Merry Christmas from Heaven (by John Wm Mooney, Jr)
I still hear the songs,
I still see the lights.
I still feel your love on cold wintry nights.
I still share your hopes and all of your cares.
I'll even remind you to please say your prayers.
I just want to tell you, you still make me proud.
You stand head and shoulders above all the crowd.
Keep trying each moment, to stay in His grace
I came here before you to help set your place.
You don't have to be perfect all of the time
He forgives you the slip, if you continue the climb.
To my family and friends, please be thankful today
I'm still close beside you, in a new special way.
I love you all dearly, now don't shed a tear
Cause I'm spending my Christmas with Jesus this year.
We love you too, Grandaddy.
bloggers note: There are other special holiday traditions and get-togethers with both sides of the family. This particular tradition is just what was on my mind today, so I wrote about it.
I was e-mailing with my friend Katie today and the subject of holiday traditions came up. That got me to thinking about my traditions for holidays. I've had some spectacular Christmas's through the years, but Thanksgiving is probably the one that has carried more meaning. Growing up, all of my grandparents lived in Southeast Texas in a small town called Kirbyville. We went there often. ALL holidays were spent in Kirbyville as well as many other weekends throughout the year.
I was thinking about what happened for Thanksgiving, and it was usually the same. Thanksgiving morning, all of the men got up and headed out to the "hunting club". Sometimes someone killed a deer, usually we just went, hunted, then hung out for a while before heading back to get dressed for the big feast. The Aggies always sucked (yeah, things change when you marry an Aggie), and the Cowboys just had to win.
After lunch, Nana and Grandaddy (Mom's parents) always gave out envelopes to everyone. This was the Christmas money. It was always something to help everyone have a little better Christmas. I always got $50. As a kid, Grandaddy always took me the next day down to City Shoe Shop and with my $50, I got a pair of cowboy boots. As I got older, the amount and what I did with it changed, but the envelope was always a tradition.
As time went on, relatives moved farther away and their traditions changed, but ours was the same. We went to Kirbyville, we went hunting, and Grandaddy gave out the envelopes. Grandaddy and I shared a special connection through hunting. 24 years ago, I killed my first deer while sitting in the stand with him.
Time passed, Nana died, and the traditions sort of died. I still hunt every Thanksgiving, and hold onto the memories of years past. We still always saw Grandaddy sometime around Thanksgiving, and usually that's when he gave us the envelope with our Christmas money.
This year is different... We lost Grandaddy this year. It is sort of bittersweet for me. I will still hunt Thanksgiving morning, but this year I'll be hunting with the rifle he let me shoot my first deer with. He knew how special that gun was to me, and while he was laying in a bed in MD Anderson, he told me he wanted me to have it. I hope he knows how much I appreciate having it.
Last weekend, we got together with Mom and Dad to have an early Thanksgiving dinner. After dinner, they surprised us. For each family, there was an envelope. From Grandaddy. I know Mom put it together for us, but She said Grandaddy would have wanted it that way. In the envelope was a card. It read:
Merry Christmas from Heaven (by John Wm Mooney, Jr)
I still hear the songs,
I still see the lights.
I still feel your love on cold wintry nights.
I still share your hopes and all of your cares.
I'll even remind you to please say your prayers.
I just want to tell you, you still make me proud.
You stand head and shoulders above all the crowd.
Keep trying each moment, to stay in His grace
I came here before you to help set your place.
You don't have to be perfect all of the time
He forgives you the slip, if you continue the climb.
To my family and friends, please be thankful today
I'm still close beside you, in a new special way.
I love you all dearly, now don't shed a tear
Cause I'm spending my Christmas with Jesus this year.
We love you too, Grandaddy.
bloggers note: There are other special holiday traditions and get-togethers with both sides of the family. This particular tradition is just what was on my mind today, so I wrote about it.
Friday, November 06, 2009
I really don't remember teaching him THAT...
Ok, I'm the first to admit that I've taught Matthew some things that could be considered questionable. I think the best one so far has been teaching him to say "impressive" after cutting a good one. Another one is when he goes #2. He still needs a little help on the clean-up job after #2, and on occasion he will say "I took a REALLY big dump this time" (he emphasises the "really").
Well, that's just funny and hasn't really gotten me in trouble. Last night was something that caught me a little off guard, but it was hard to give him a lesson on it when I was laughing so hard while telling him to stop saying it.
I was giving him a bath. I don't know why our best stories happen at bath time, they just seem to work out that way. Anyway, after washing his hair, I typically pour a couple of buckets of water over his head to rinse the shampoo out. The water was a little warm (he drew his own water and he tends to like it kind of warm). He said it was too hot on his head and he wanted cold water. So, I filled the bucket with water as cold as I could make it, then dumped it over his head.
After splashing around trying to get out of the cold water deluge, he sputtered a little and said "That froze my NUTS off" (yes, he emphasized the word "nuts"). Ok, I can honestly say that I SERIOUSLY don't remember teaching him THAT. I asked him where he learned that (in between bursts of laughter - which only made him repeat it LOUDER). Of course, he said he learned it from me. I guess I need to be really careful. LUCKILY I don't have a potty mouth or I would be in some serious trouble.
Ok, I'm the first to admit that I've taught Matthew some things that could be considered questionable. I think the best one so far has been teaching him to say "impressive" after cutting a good one. Another one is when he goes #2. He still needs a little help on the clean-up job after #2, and on occasion he will say "I took a REALLY big dump this time" (he emphasises the "really").
Well, that's just funny and hasn't really gotten me in trouble. Last night was something that caught me a little off guard, but it was hard to give him a lesson on it when I was laughing so hard while telling him to stop saying it.
I was giving him a bath. I don't know why our best stories happen at bath time, they just seem to work out that way. Anyway, after washing his hair, I typically pour a couple of buckets of water over his head to rinse the shampoo out. The water was a little warm (he drew his own water and he tends to like it kind of warm). He said it was too hot on his head and he wanted cold water. So, I filled the bucket with water as cold as I could make it, then dumped it over his head.
After splashing around trying to get out of the cold water deluge, he sputtered a little and said "That froze my NUTS off" (yes, he emphasized the word "nuts"). Ok, I can honestly say that I SERIOUSLY don't remember teaching him THAT. I asked him where he learned that (in between bursts of laughter - which only made him repeat it LOUDER). Of course, he said he learned it from me. I guess I need to be really careful. LUCKILY I don't have a potty mouth or I would be in some serious trouble.
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
My kid tells me all your secrets...
Everyone always says kids are like sponges. They absorb stuff and are easily filled. While this is true, I'll submit that as soon as kids can talk, they are more like water balloons. While they can hold vast amounts, getting it into them is sometimes messy, and they usually are ready to burst to let out what they have taken in.
I'm not easily embarrassed, so it doesn't really bother me when it gets back to me that Matthew has sprung a leak about stuff we thought was a secret in our house. Hey, it happens. What's hilarious is hearing Matthew repeat things other kids in his class share.
Recent topic of conversation... Somehow we got on the subject of passing gas. OK, you know how we got on that subject, but that's not the important part of the story. Matthew has a class mate, we'll call her "Little Girl X". Apparently little "X" has a little gas problem. According to Matthew, "She toots all every day". Matthew admits that he sometimes toots also, "but not all every day."
This disturbs Shelly, while I just find it funny thinking about a teacher in a 5 yr old class trying to keep order with a bunch of kids letting 'em rip on a regular basis, knowing that my kid cracks up laughing when he hears the old Kiester Kazoo sounding off. Shelly asked about the little girl, why she is always popping off, and what the teacher says. Apparently it is a topic of conversation because Matthew dutifully informed us that little "X" is taking medicine, but "she still toots all every day."
Even better is that it is discussed enough in class that Matthew reports little "X" says that her Mommy toots even more than she does, and her mommy's toots are really loud and really stinky. Of course, we find this hilarious. I'm trying to picture what this lady looks like, with no luck remembering her. Well, it just so happens that in the e-mail this morning I got a set of pictures with captions from a recent day in Matthew's class. Guess who's picture is in there?
So, Mommy "X", we now know who you are, and don't even think about blaming the dog, because we know your secret...
Everyone always says kids are like sponges. They absorb stuff and are easily filled. While this is true, I'll submit that as soon as kids can talk, they are more like water balloons. While they can hold vast amounts, getting it into them is sometimes messy, and they usually are ready to burst to let out what they have taken in.
I'm not easily embarrassed, so it doesn't really bother me when it gets back to me that Matthew has sprung a leak about stuff we thought was a secret in our house. Hey, it happens. What's hilarious is hearing Matthew repeat things other kids in his class share.
Recent topic of conversation... Somehow we got on the subject of passing gas. OK, you know how we got on that subject, but that's not the important part of the story. Matthew has a class mate, we'll call her "Little Girl X". Apparently little "X" has a little gas problem. According to Matthew, "She toots all every day". Matthew admits that he sometimes toots also, "but not all every day."
This disturbs Shelly, while I just find it funny thinking about a teacher in a 5 yr old class trying to keep order with a bunch of kids letting 'em rip on a regular basis, knowing that my kid cracks up laughing when he hears the old Kiester Kazoo sounding off. Shelly asked about the little girl, why she is always popping off, and what the teacher says. Apparently it is a topic of conversation because Matthew dutifully informed us that little "X" is taking medicine, but "she still toots all every day."
Even better is that it is discussed enough in class that Matthew reports little "X" says that her Mommy toots even more than she does, and her mommy's toots are really loud and really stinky. Of course, we find this hilarious. I'm trying to picture what this lady looks like, with no luck remembering her. Well, it just so happens that in the e-mail this morning I got a set of pictures with captions from a recent day in Matthew's class. Guess who's picture is in there?
So, Mommy "X", we now know who you are, and don't even think about blaming the dog, because we know your secret...
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Random Observation...
Do you ever find yourself coming up with something completely random? I was just sitting here at my desk, and the last sip of a cold Diet Coke inspired me to make this post (long overdue post at that...)
I was thinking how versatile of a beverage Diet Coke really is.
Need a drink with Breakfast? Diet Coke works great. Getting a #3 from McDonald's in the morning? Diet Coke goes great with it. Stopping in for a couple of donuts? Diet Coke works again. This morning I was thinking how the flavor of Diet Coke matches perfectly with the subtle sweetness of a brown sugar & cinnamon Pop-Tart.
For lunch and dinner, the Diet Coke will work with whatever you have. It was almost MADE to go with chips and salsa when eating Mexican food. Pizza? Yes again. I can't think of many things that wouldn't go well with an icy cold silver can of Diet Coke.
Want something with a little more edge, it's perfect mixed with Jack Daniels or your favorite rum.
There you have it folks, from me to you. Diet Coke, possibly the worlds most perfect beverage.
Do you ever find yourself coming up with something completely random? I was just sitting here at my desk, and the last sip of a cold Diet Coke inspired me to make this post (long overdue post at that...)
I was thinking how versatile of a beverage Diet Coke really is.
Need a drink with Breakfast? Diet Coke works great. Getting a #3 from McDonald's in the morning? Diet Coke goes great with it. Stopping in for a couple of donuts? Diet Coke works again. This morning I was thinking how the flavor of Diet Coke matches perfectly with the subtle sweetness of a brown sugar & cinnamon Pop-Tart.
For lunch and dinner, the Diet Coke will work with whatever you have. It was almost MADE to go with chips and salsa when eating Mexican food. Pizza? Yes again. I can't think of many things that wouldn't go well with an icy cold silver can of Diet Coke.
Want something with a little more edge, it's perfect mixed with Jack Daniels or your favorite rum.
There you have it folks, from me to you. Diet Coke, possibly the worlds most perfect beverage.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Man, this SUCKS...
Tonight, Shelly and I loaded up the kids and headed out to dinner. I was craving some smoked sirloin from Texas Land & Cattle, so we stopped in there for a little grub. Dinner was great. Shelly stopped by the ladies room on the way out so I took the kids out to the truck and got them buckled in.
When Shelly got to the truck, she asked me what was the story with all of the junk on her seat. Several things from the center console (spare diapers, gloves, etc) were piled on her seat. It hit us both at the same time. We checked the console and around the truck in general. We had been robbed.
As near as we can tell, they either jimmied the handle or used a slim-jim. There is a small scratch on the paint below the door handle on the drivers side. All we could find missing was Shelly's makeup and our digital camera that were both in the console. Nothing of value was in sight. What's funny is that she had a new pendant, still in the James Avery bag also in the console that was dumped on the passenger seat. She also had her blue tooth laying in the cup holder, that was untouched.
Why the makeup? It was in a small zippered Vera Bradley pouch, so they probably thought it was a purse. The funny thing about the camera is that Shelly had taken it yesterday to go on a field trip with Matthew, and forgot the battery for it. So, the jackass that broke in the truck got a bag of used makeup and a non-working camera. Of course, it will cost us about $400 or so to replace the camera and the cosmetics, but luckily there was no real damage to the truck.
One lucky thing was that I almost left my iPod in the console, and decided to slip it in my pocket. Makeup and the camera get replaced out of the general fund. I would have just been out of luck with the iPod.
Tonight, Shelly and I loaded up the kids and headed out to dinner. I was craving some smoked sirloin from Texas Land & Cattle, so we stopped in there for a little grub. Dinner was great. Shelly stopped by the ladies room on the way out so I took the kids out to the truck and got them buckled in.
When Shelly got to the truck, she asked me what was the story with all of the junk on her seat. Several things from the center console (spare diapers, gloves, etc) were piled on her seat. It hit us both at the same time. We checked the console and around the truck in general. We had been robbed.
As near as we can tell, they either jimmied the handle or used a slim-jim. There is a small scratch on the paint below the door handle on the drivers side. All we could find missing was Shelly's makeup and our digital camera that were both in the console. Nothing of value was in sight. What's funny is that she had a new pendant, still in the James Avery bag also in the console that was dumped on the passenger seat. She also had her blue tooth laying in the cup holder, that was untouched.
Why the makeup? It was in a small zippered Vera Bradley pouch, so they probably thought it was a purse. The funny thing about the camera is that Shelly had taken it yesterday to go on a field trip with Matthew, and forgot the battery for it. So, the jackass that broke in the truck got a bag of used makeup and a non-working camera. Of course, it will cost us about $400 or so to replace the camera and the cosmetics, but luckily there was no real damage to the truck.
One lucky thing was that I almost left my iPod in the console, and decided to slip it in my pocket. Makeup and the camera get replaced out of the general fund. I would have just been out of luck with the iPod.
Long Overdue....
Was everyone wondering where I was? I was being lazy. It's hard to get back into the blog after taking a little while off.
Well, I think I'm ready to get back into it. Of course, it only makes sense for the first new post to be a funny / embarrassing story about myself...
Last night, we were up pretty late. This morning, it was hard to get up. In fact, after my shower, I was still half asleep when I was getting dressed. I made it to work, relatively on-time, and had a fairly busy Friday.
Right at 5:00, I was the only one in the office, and the phone just kept ringing. About 5:15, I finally was off the phone, shut everything down, and headed out the door. Alarms set and doors locked, I headed for the car. As I was getting in the car, I really needed to go to the bathroom. I decided that it was too much trouble to unlock everything and turn off the alarms, so I decided to step around the corner of the building and water the grass there (fences, etc make it a private location).
So, After a quick glance to make sure no one is around, I unzip and reach for the flap on the front of the boxers. It's not there... Hmmm, drawers must be twisted. Check left and right - still no flap. What the heck? Not sewn closed, just not there... After further inspection, I figured out my problem. I had my drawers on backwards. I'm talking I had gone all day wearing my drawers Liberace style...
Shelly didn't know what was funnier, that I had gone all day without using the restroom, or the fact that I never noticed. (After thinking about it, She never even questioned me about watering the grass at the office...)
I don't think I've ever had that happen before.
Was everyone wondering where I was? I was being lazy. It's hard to get back into the blog after taking a little while off.
Well, I think I'm ready to get back into it. Of course, it only makes sense for the first new post to be a funny / embarrassing story about myself...
Last night, we were up pretty late. This morning, it was hard to get up. In fact, after my shower, I was still half asleep when I was getting dressed. I made it to work, relatively on-time, and had a fairly busy Friday.
Right at 5:00, I was the only one in the office, and the phone just kept ringing. About 5:15, I finally was off the phone, shut everything down, and headed out the door. Alarms set and doors locked, I headed for the car. As I was getting in the car, I really needed to go to the bathroom. I decided that it was too much trouble to unlock everything and turn off the alarms, so I decided to step around the corner of the building and water the grass there (fences, etc make it a private location).
So, After a quick glance to make sure no one is around, I unzip and reach for the flap on the front of the boxers. It's not there... Hmmm, drawers must be twisted. Check left and right - still no flap. What the heck? Not sewn closed, just not there... After further inspection, I figured out my problem. I had my drawers on backwards. I'm talking I had gone all day wearing my drawers Liberace style...
Shelly didn't know what was funnier, that I had gone all day without using the restroom, or the fact that I never noticed. (After thinking about it, She never even questioned me about watering the grass at the office...)
I don't think I've ever had that happen before.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Disputes & Disagreements...
If it's one thing I know, it's that everyone has a different opinion about just about anything. That's life. What constantly amazes me is how little regard some people seem to have for the opinions of others. You either agree with them or else.
Ever notice how you can do your research, read literature, and formulate your opinion on something, but there is always someone that holds a different opinion. It never fails that at least one person with a differing opinion can't seem to respect your opinion? What's worse, these folks make it a point to call anyone that opposes them ignorant, uneducated, and closed-minded?
Doesn't that seem a little odd? Disingenuous at best, bordering on hypocritical? You don't agree with them, but their egotism (or maybe it's narcissism) won't allow them to respect your opinion, so they call you closed-minded. Could it be them that's closed-minded?
Yeah, that's what I thought also.
If it's one thing I know, it's that everyone has a different opinion about just about anything. That's life. What constantly amazes me is how little regard some people seem to have for the opinions of others. You either agree with them or else.
Ever notice how you can do your research, read literature, and formulate your opinion on something, but there is always someone that holds a different opinion. It never fails that at least one person with a differing opinion can't seem to respect your opinion? What's worse, these folks make it a point to call anyone that opposes them ignorant, uneducated, and closed-minded?
Doesn't that seem a little odd? Disingenuous at best, bordering on hypocritical? You don't agree with them, but their egotism (or maybe it's narcissism) won't allow them to respect your opinion, so they call you closed-minded. Could it be them that's closed-minded?
Yeah, that's what I thought also.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Missing in Action...
Apologies for the lack of posts lately. It's not a lack of material, just a lack of time.
I have piles and piles of pics from our Disneyland vacation. I'll post a few in a couple of days. Of course, the pics aren't the best part. There are a couple of priceless moments that warrant a mention.
So, what's been going on the keep me from posting? Well, this is tax season and Shelly has reclaimed the computer on occasion. Work is also quite busy.
But, that's all secondary to some family health issues that have popped up.
You might remember a picture of my grandfather I posted from when Jonathan was born last May. Grandaddy is the last grandparent I have left, and probably the one I've always been closest to. He had been having some "issues" lately, so he went to the gastro doctor to have his throat and esophagus scoped. They found a spot at the base of his esophagus that a biopsy showed to be cancerous.
Fast forward to this week and all of the tests and the news shows that things are further progressed than we had hoped. In the next few days they will finish putting all of the test results together and formulate a treatment plan. Thankfully we are in a place with the what is possibly the best medical care in the world. No matter how things shake out, he's got the best chance possible.
I'll probably pick up posting almost daily again about current events, and as time permits, I'll add in a post with events from the last few weeks.
Keep checking back. There are some funny Matthew stories as well as some things about me. I've even got pictures from last weekend when I took Shelly's truck into the woods and managed to get it stuck - twice. She wasn't amused.
Apologies for the lack of posts lately. It's not a lack of material, just a lack of time.
I have piles and piles of pics from our Disneyland vacation. I'll post a few in a couple of days. Of course, the pics aren't the best part. There are a couple of priceless moments that warrant a mention.
So, what's been going on the keep me from posting? Well, this is tax season and Shelly has reclaimed the computer on occasion. Work is also quite busy.
But, that's all secondary to some family health issues that have popped up.
You might remember a picture of my grandfather I posted from when Jonathan was born last May. Grandaddy is the last grandparent I have left, and probably the one I've always been closest to. He had been having some "issues" lately, so he went to the gastro doctor to have his throat and esophagus scoped. They found a spot at the base of his esophagus that a biopsy showed to be cancerous.
Fast forward to this week and all of the tests and the news shows that things are further progressed than we had hoped. In the next few days they will finish putting all of the test results together and formulate a treatment plan. Thankfully we are in a place with the what is possibly the best medical care in the world. No matter how things shake out, he's got the best chance possible.
I'll probably pick up posting almost daily again about current events, and as time permits, I'll add in a post with events from the last few weeks.
Keep checking back. There are some funny Matthew stories as well as some things about me. I've even got pictures from last weekend when I took Shelly's truck into the woods and managed to get it stuck - twice. She wasn't amused.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Had to close the garage...
I went back outside after posting the previous entry and there was another Mexican guy coming up the driveway. He asked if I was having a garage sale, and I told him no. He then proceeded to point to the stroller, pedal car, and other things that we have asking how much I wanted for them.
Geez.
I finally ran him off, grabbed the tools I needed, and was about to close the garage door when another woman came up with her 3 kids.
I closed the garage and inspected the brakes on the Expedition and changed the serpentine belt (forgot to do it a couple of weeks ago when I did the hoses and spark plugs).
Now, to start working on the garage (with the door closed while I work).
I went back outside after posting the previous entry and there was another Mexican guy coming up the driveway. He asked if I was having a garage sale, and I told him no. He then proceeded to point to the stroller, pedal car, and other things that we have asking how much I wanted for them.
Geez.
I finally ran him off, grabbed the tools I needed, and was about to close the garage door when another woman came up with her 3 kids.
I closed the garage and inspected the brakes on the Expedition and changed the serpentine belt (forgot to do it a couple of weeks ago when I did the hoses and spark plugs).
Now, to start working on the garage (with the door closed while I work).
I guess I need to clean the garage...
My garage is a mess. All of the Christmas decoration boxes are still in the garage, as well as several other items. The fact is that since Christmas, both of our cars have been sleeping outside.
Well, this morninng I went out to look at the brakes on Shelly's truck and had the garage door up. Some random Mexican woman came walking up the driveway. Of course, when you are involved in something and someone comes up, it sort of startles you.
She started looking through my stuff. I said "Can I help you?"
How embarassing....
She thought I was having a garage sale...
Yes, after I look at the brakes, the garage is getting straightened...
My garage is a mess. All of the Christmas decoration boxes are still in the garage, as well as several other items. The fact is that since Christmas, both of our cars have been sleeping outside.
Well, this morninng I went out to look at the brakes on Shelly's truck and had the garage door up. Some random Mexican woman came walking up the driveway. Of course, when you are involved in something and someone comes up, it sort of startles you.
She started looking through my stuff. I said "Can I help you?"
How embarassing....
She thought I was having a garage sale...
Yes, after I look at the brakes, the garage is getting straightened...
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Dinner Guest Etiquette...
Chances are, unless you are a complete recluse, you have wither invited friends to dinner at your house, or been invited to dinner at a someone else's house. With a dinner invitation, there is always the question of what you can bring.
Many times, the host will take you up on your offer of a dessert, a side dish of some sort, or at the very least a bag of ice if the parts will have several guests.
A few months ago, we hosted dinner and when asked, politely told the guests that their presence was all we cared about, everything else would be taken care of. I like to cook, and made what I thought was a great meal, complete with appetizer and dessert. When the guests arrived, dinner was close to being ready, and I had just put dessert in the oven. They arrived carrying a dessert. At that point, all you can really do is serve their dessert and put the one you prepared up for another night. Of course, since the guests usually hang out in the kitchen, it was obvious they noticed the dessert, and it was a little awkward.
Fast forward to this week. We accepted a dinner invitation to a neighbors house for tonight. When Shelly accepted, she asked if we could bring anything, suggesting maybe a dessert or a side. They thanked her and declined, asking that we just show up hungry (no problems here...).
I was at the grocery store yesterday and sent the neighbor a text and asked what his favorite flavor of beer was. He informed me that he had plenty, just show up and we would be all set.
Clear enough? Not for my wife. What is it with women that they can't just graciously accept an invitation without having to take something? She baked a loaf of bread last night. Of course, our bread machine hates us. In the 7 years we've had it, we've NEVER had a loaf turn out right. Always too dark, hard, falls, etc. This one was the proper shape, but too dark and quite hard on the outside...
She just got home, so we'll see if I win the argument about just going empty-handed...
Does anyone else have this problem? Do you take something even after being told multiple times not to?
Chances are, unless you are a complete recluse, you have wither invited friends to dinner at your house, or been invited to dinner at a someone else's house. With a dinner invitation, there is always the question of what you can bring.
Many times, the host will take you up on your offer of a dessert, a side dish of some sort, or at the very least a bag of ice if the parts will have several guests.
A few months ago, we hosted dinner and when asked, politely told the guests that their presence was all we cared about, everything else would be taken care of. I like to cook, and made what I thought was a great meal, complete with appetizer and dessert. When the guests arrived, dinner was close to being ready, and I had just put dessert in the oven. They arrived carrying a dessert. At that point, all you can really do is serve their dessert and put the one you prepared up for another night. Of course, since the guests usually hang out in the kitchen, it was obvious they noticed the dessert, and it was a little awkward.
Fast forward to this week. We accepted a dinner invitation to a neighbors house for tonight. When Shelly accepted, she asked if we could bring anything, suggesting maybe a dessert or a side. They thanked her and declined, asking that we just show up hungry (no problems here...).
I was at the grocery store yesterday and sent the neighbor a text and asked what his favorite flavor of beer was. He informed me that he had plenty, just show up and we would be all set.
Clear enough? Not for my wife. What is it with women that they can't just graciously accept an invitation without having to take something? She baked a loaf of bread last night. Of course, our bread machine hates us. In the 7 years we've had it, we've NEVER had a loaf turn out right. Always too dark, hard, falls, etc. This one was the proper shape, but too dark and quite hard on the outside...
She just got home, so we'll see if I win the argument about just going empty-handed...
Does anyone else have this problem? Do you take something even after being told multiple times not to?
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Problem with the tunes solved....
I loaded up 8 or 10 CD's worth of music up tonight. Of course, I figured out that it's much easier if you choose only the songs you like from a CD instead of waiting for it to install every one of the songs. I had to raid my car, Shelly's truck, our bedroom, the upstairs office, and the garage (don't ask) to find all of the CD's. There are about 130-150 of them I think..
The conclusion I cam to is that I have TONS of songs that I like, and my commute isn't that long. Between the 5 or 6 podcasts I subscribe to and all of this music, I don't need to buy much. I'll take my chances with the odd $.99 or $1.98 when there is something I want.
Wreg, I still need those tips, just in case...
Shelly, if you read this, the previous post was a hypothetical question. No need to inspect my grocery store receipts...
I loaded up 8 or 10 CD's worth of music up tonight. Of course, I figured out that it's much easier if you choose only the songs you like from a CD instead of waiting for it to install every one of the songs. I had to raid my car, Shelly's truck, our bedroom, the upstairs office, and the garage (don't ask) to find all of the CD's. There are about 130-150 of them I think..
The conclusion I cam to is that I have TONS of songs that I like, and my commute isn't that long. Between the 5 or 6 podcasts I subscribe to and all of this music, I don't need to buy much. I'll take my chances with the odd $.99 or $1.98 when there is something I want.
Wreg, I still need those tips, just in case...
Shelly, if you read this, the previous post was a hypothetical question. No need to inspect my grocery store receipts...
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Ethical Dilemma...
OK, so I bought the iPod last week. I've having great fun with it. I've found all sorts of neat applications to put on it as well as subscribed to a couple of podcasts on varying topics. The one thing I don't have on it is a ton of music.
Sure, I've got a PILE of CD's hanging around, and it would seem to be fairly easy to pop them into the drive on the computer and save them to my iTunes folder, but what seems to be MUCH easier would be to load up from the iTunes store. The problem with that is that my dear wife is a pretty smart cookie. She has the initials CPA & CFP behind her name. She also peruses the activity on our credit card several times per week. She knew the next morning the last time I downloaded music and questioned the frivolity of the $1.98 I had spent.
Herein lies the ethical dilemma... I do the vast majority of shopping for our household. At least once a week I hit the grocery store, and periodically, I hit Wal-Mart or Target for household goods. I also visit Walgreens on occasion for random purchases. All of these places sell iTunes gift cards in varying amounts.
You see where I'm going with this...
In amongst the packages of toilet paper, grocery items, assorted whatnots, suppose a gift card found its way into the basket? Of course, the receipt would have to be "lost" so as not to give away what seems to be a perfect plan...
In the past, I've used the same tactic to purchase stockpiles of "projectiles" for the home protection. Of course, that can be justified as being for the "common good", and I eventually ended up admitting to it anyway (she saw the stockpile and questioned whether any government bureaus should be notified...). iTunes? Any thoughts on how to justify that purchase as being for the "common good"?
Any thoughts from faithful readers?
OK, so I bought the iPod last week. I've having great fun with it. I've found all sorts of neat applications to put on it as well as subscribed to a couple of podcasts on varying topics. The one thing I don't have on it is a ton of music.
Sure, I've got a PILE of CD's hanging around, and it would seem to be fairly easy to pop them into the drive on the computer and save them to my iTunes folder, but what seems to be MUCH easier would be to load up from the iTunes store. The problem with that is that my dear wife is a pretty smart cookie. She has the initials CPA & CFP behind her name. She also peruses the activity on our credit card several times per week. She knew the next morning the last time I downloaded music and questioned the frivolity of the $1.98 I had spent.
Herein lies the ethical dilemma... I do the vast majority of shopping for our household. At least once a week I hit the grocery store, and periodically, I hit Wal-Mart or Target for household goods. I also visit Walgreens on occasion for random purchases. All of these places sell iTunes gift cards in varying amounts.
You see where I'm going with this...
In amongst the packages of toilet paper, grocery items, assorted whatnots, suppose a gift card found its way into the basket? Of course, the receipt would have to be "lost" so as not to give away what seems to be a perfect plan...
In the past, I've used the same tactic to purchase stockpiles of "projectiles" for the home protection. Of course, that can be justified as being for the "common good", and I eventually ended up admitting to it anyway (she saw the stockpile and questioned whether any government bureaus should be notified...). iTunes? Any thoughts on how to justify that purchase as being for the "common good"?
Any thoughts from faithful readers?
Monday, February 02, 2009
Rules for a successful marriage (man's perspective)...
Those of you that are friends with me on Facebook have no doubt taken note of my many status updates. It's quite obvious that I wear many hats in our household. Necessity dictates that Shelly and I both work outside the home. With 2 young children and a household to maintain, life is in a constant state of chaos.
Last night, I posted something to the effect that I had vacuumed the downstairs, cleaned the kitchen, and put on a load of laundry. This generated the question "Where are all of the men like you?" Of course, the answer is that they are everywhere. The women will attest that "Men are all the same". Some of us just forgot the rule that if you do something well, and do it often enough, it becomes your job.
This started me thinking along the lines of rules for a successful marriage. Sure, there are lots of things on the wish list from a guys perspective sex , but honestly, many of the ones you would think of first lots of sex will probably be less important as you get older. Besides, if you do things right, most of those things sex SHOULD be a mystery until you have said "I do".
Basically, you can break it down into two rules:
1. Choose carefully. Choosing the "right" woman is the key to your marriage being happy for the long haul. This is where you check off the wishes from your list.
2. Be on your best behavior, and help out around the house after you get married. This rule is VERY important. Why? Well, if she married your sorry butt, it is inevitable that the day will come that she realizes that she failed miserably with rule #1. When that day comes, if you have proved to be a nice enough guy and useful enough around the house, she will probably let you stay.
Those of you that are friends with me on Facebook have no doubt taken note of my many status updates. It's quite obvious that I wear many hats in our household. Necessity dictates that Shelly and I both work outside the home. With 2 young children and a household to maintain, life is in a constant state of chaos.
Last night, I posted something to the effect that I had vacuumed the downstairs, cleaned the kitchen, and put on a load of laundry. This generated the question "Where are all of the men like you?" Of course, the answer is that they are everywhere. The women will attest that "Men are all the same". Some of us just forgot the rule that if you do something well, and do it often enough, it becomes your job.
This started me thinking along the lines of rules for a successful marriage. Sure, there are lots of things on the wish list from a guys perspective sex , but honestly, many of the ones you would think of first lots of sex will probably be less important as you get older. Besides, if you do things right, most of those things sex SHOULD be a mystery until you have said "I do".
Basically, you can break it down into two rules:
1. Choose carefully. Choosing the "right" woman is the key to your marriage being happy for the long haul. This is where you check off the wishes from your list.
2. Be on your best behavior, and help out around the house after you get married. This rule is VERY important. Why? Well, if she married your sorry butt, it is inevitable that the day will come that she realizes that she failed miserably with rule #1. When that day comes, if you have proved to be a nice enough guy and useful enough around the house, she will probably let you stay.
Sunday, February 01, 2009
The gift that keeps on giving...
Facebook is a huge time sponge, but quite addictive also. I'm amazed at the sheer number of my friends from days gone by that have show up on Facebook. In reconnecting, there are many things I've been reminded about that were filed in the recesses of my mind.
In December 1996 I moved to Lake Charles, LA to take a job as a Producer for an insurance agency. At one point while I was there, the opportunity presented itself to rent a small house instead of the apartment I had been living in. I met a guy named Hank through some mutual friends, and he moved into the house with me. This is where the story gets funny. The house was pink, and it was on California Street.
Being quite secure with our manliness, neither one of us was overly bothered by this. Some good times were had in the "Pink House". As I remember it, there were always people hanging out at our house. Maybe it was because many of our friends still lived at home with their parents at that point, or maybe it was that we were so damn cool, but we always had a couple of people hanging around.
Food was a major deal around a house with 2 guys in residence. We generally either grilled something or ordered pizza. At one time, Dominos had a deal where you called a number for a phone survey after you ordered a pizza. Probably 1 in 5 surveys received a coupon in the mail for a free pizza. So, being guys, we figured that if you called the survey phone number each day, you would get a free pizza 5 or 6 times a month.
Armed with a decent stack of coupons, we started calling to order free pizzas. We very quickly figured out that if you tipped a driver $5 in a town where they get stiffed on a regular basis, they are so excited about the tip that they forget about the coupon. We figured a $15 pizza for $5 tip money was a pretty good deal. We even had our little "free pizza dance" we did when we closed the door after receiving the pizza. It was like the gift that kept on giving.
But, all good things come to an end. After 8 or 10 free pizzas and the same number of coupons that we had started with, we took delivery of yet another free pizza, tipped the driver, and closed the door. About halfway through the dance, there was a knock on the door. Crap. We briefly contemplated not answering the door. You know, hollering through the door "Nobody's home!", but like a big dummy, I opened the door. We were busted. They were onto our scheme, and the driver was warned not to come back without the coupon.
After that, we still got several free pizzas, but for whatever reason, we never won another coupon from a survey, and the drivers never forgot the coupon.
I'll post more Pink House adventures later. Definitely some fun times in that house.
Facebook is a huge time sponge, but quite addictive also. I'm amazed at the sheer number of my friends from days gone by that have show up on Facebook. In reconnecting, there are many things I've been reminded about that were filed in the recesses of my mind.
In December 1996 I moved to Lake Charles, LA to take a job as a Producer for an insurance agency. At one point while I was there, the opportunity presented itself to rent a small house instead of the apartment I had been living in. I met a guy named Hank through some mutual friends, and he moved into the house with me. This is where the story gets funny. The house was pink, and it was on California Street.
Being quite secure with our manliness, neither one of us was overly bothered by this. Some good times were had in the "Pink House". As I remember it, there were always people hanging out at our house. Maybe it was because many of our friends still lived at home with their parents at that point, or maybe it was that we were so damn cool, but we always had a couple of people hanging around.
Food was a major deal around a house with 2 guys in residence. We generally either grilled something or ordered pizza. At one time, Dominos had a deal where you called a number for a phone survey after you ordered a pizza. Probably 1 in 5 surveys received a coupon in the mail for a free pizza. So, being guys, we figured that if you called the survey phone number each day, you would get a free pizza 5 or 6 times a month.
Armed with a decent stack of coupons, we started calling to order free pizzas. We very quickly figured out that if you tipped a driver $5 in a town where they get stiffed on a regular basis, they are so excited about the tip that they forget about the coupon. We figured a $15 pizza for $5 tip money was a pretty good deal. We even had our little "free pizza dance" we did when we closed the door after receiving the pizza. It was like the gift that kept on giving.
But, all good things come to an end. After 8 or 10 free pizzas and the same number of coupons that we had started with, we took delivery of yet another free pizza, tipped the driver, and closed the door. About halfway through the dance, there was a knock on the door. Crap. We briefly contemplated not answering the door. You know, hollering through the door "Nobody's home!", but like a big dummy, I opened the door. We were busted. They were onto our scheme, and the driver was warned not to come back without the coupon.
After that, we still got several free pizzas, but for whatever reason, we never won another coupon from a survey, and the drivers never forgot the coupon.
I'll post more Pink House adventures later. Definitely some fun times in that house.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Looks like Shelly is still stuck with me...
Yesterday, I came across the following article (linked from Yahoo):
Jennifer Anniston Reveals her Relationship Deal Breaker
LOS ANGELES, Calif. -- When Jennifer Aniston thinks about relationship no-nos, one thing comes to mind: back hair.
"I got to say, that's a deal breaker," the "He's Just Not That Into You" star told Access Hollywood's Billy Bush at a junket for the film, due in theaters next Friday.
But only if there's a lot -- less, she can handle.
"The occasional rogue hair, I can easily help that one out," she said.
But some of her co-stars have different priorities.
"I want to be able to trust the person, that's my biggest [thing]," said co-star Ginnifer Goodwin .
"Do you trust a man with a hairy back?" Jennifer replied.
On a more serious note, Jennifer admitted what she really wants in a man is humor.
"Oh God, can you have a funny guy you are not attracted to?" she said. "Basically, it's chemistry, chemistry, chemistry."
I sent a link to the article and told Shelly that she was stuck with me for now since it looks like my secret plan to run off with Jennifer Anniston was just shot down.
Of course, her reply was that she wished she had read that article several years ago, so she would have know that my back hair was an indicator that I couldn't be trusted. Touche'
For those that don't know me, I'm a little hairy. While we were on our honeymoon, Shelly thought it would fun to use one of those chemical hair removers on my back. Blinded by love (and the promise of a little action), I agreed. Big mistake. I knew it was a bad idea, but the other brain over-ruled me and thought it best to go along with her.
I stood in the shower and let her slather that stuff all over my back. HOLY CRAP!!!! That stuff lit me on fire. I don't know how to describe the burn other than it hurt like hell. I about killed myself getting the cold water turned on. I don't know what is in that stuff, but it is virtually unaffected by icy cold shower water.
After a while, the burning finally stopped. MOST of the back hair was gone. I think it was literally burned off, along with the top 2 layers of skin. There were a few patches of hair left, but at that point, they were just going to have to stay there.
And to think women regularly used that stuff on the bikini area. Well, I guess that's how women are able to endure the pain of childbirth. They have killed all the pain receptors in that area with this stuff.
Well, now you know why I'm still hairy and completely satisfied with it.
Any other guys allow their wives to remove their back hair?
Yesterday, I came across the following article (linked from Yahoo):
Jennifer Anniston Reveals her Relationship Deal Breaker
LOS ANGELES, Calif. -- When Jennifer Aniston thinks about relationship no-nos, one thing comes to mind: back hair.
"I got to say, that's a deal breaker," the "He's Just Not That Into You" star told Access Hollywood's Billy Bush at a junket for the film, due in theaters next Friday.
But only if there's a lot -- less, she can handle.
"The occasional rogue hair, I can easily help that one out," she said.
But some of her co-stars have different priorities.
"I want to be able to trust the person, that's my biggest [thing]," said co-star Ginnifer Goodwin .
"Do you trust a man with a hairy back?" Jennifer replied.
On a more serious note, Jennifer admitted what she really wants in a man is humor.
"Oh God, can you have a funny guy you are not attracted to?" she said. "Basically, it's chemistry, chemistry, chemistry."
I sent a link to the article and told Shelly that she was stuck with me for now since it looks like my secret plan to run off with Jennifer Anniston was just shot down.
Of course, her reply was that she wished she had read that article several years ago, so she would have know that my back hair was an indicator that I couldn't be trusted. Touche'
For those that don't know me, I'm a little hairy. While we were on our honeymoon, Shelly thought it would fun to use one of those chemical hair removers on my back. Blinded by love (and the promise of a little action), I agreed. Big mistake. I knew it was a bad idea, but the other brain over-ruled me and thought it best to go along with her.
I stood in the shower and let her slather that stuff all over my back. HOLY CRAP!!!! That stuff lit me on fire. I don't know how to describe the burn other than it hurt like hell. I about killed myself getting the cold water turned on. I don't know what is in that stuff, but it is virtually unaffected by icy cold shower water.
After a while, the burning finally stopped. MOST of the back hair was gone. I think it was literally burned off, along with the top 2 layers of skin. There were a few patches of hair left, but at that point, they were just going to have to stay there.
And to think women regularly used that stuff on the bikini area. Well, I guess that's how women are able to endure the pain of childbirth. They have killed all the pain receptors in that area with this stuff.
Well, now you know why I'm still hairy and completely satisfied with it.
Any other guys allow their wives to remove their back hair?
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Funny joke...
This arrived in my e-mail right as I was about to shut down and head home this evening. Luckily no one else was left in the office at that time. I laughed so hard I started choking.
A jumbo jet is making its final approach to Tampa Airport .
The pilot comes on the intercom, 'This is your Captain. We're on our final descent into Tampa . I want to thank you for flying with us today and hope you enjoy your stay in the Tampa Bay area'.
He forgets to switch off the intercom.
Now the whole plane can hear his conversation from the cockpit. The co-pilot can be heard saying to the pilot, 'So, Skip, whatcha got planned while we're in Tampa ?'
'Well,' says the skipper, 'first I'm gonna check into the hotel, take a big crap....then I'm gonna take that new stewardess with the huge boobs out for dinner.... I'm gonna wine and dine her, take her back to my room and give her a ride on the baloney pony all night long.'
Aghast and amused, everyone on the plane hears this and immediately begins looking up and down the aisle, trying to figure out who this new stewardess is that the pilot's talking about.
Meanwhile, the new stewardess is seated at the very back of the plane. She is so embarrassed that she starts running toward the cockpit to turn the intercom off.
Halfway down the aisle, she trips over an old lady's bag and down she goes. The old lady leans over and says: 'No need to hurry, dear. You heard what he said. He's gotta land the plane and take a crap first.'
This arrived in my e-mail right as I was about to shut down and head home this evening. Luckily no one else was left in the office at that time. I laughed so hard I started choking.
A jumbo jet is making its final approach to Tampa Airport .
The pilot comes on the intercom, 'This is your Captain. We're on our final descent into Tampa . I want to thank you for flying with us today and hope you enjoy your stay in the Tampa Bay area'.
He forgets to switch off the intercom.
Now the whole plane can hear his conversation from the cockpit. The co-pilot can be heard saying to the pilot, 'So, Skip, whatcha got planned while we're in Tampa ?'
'Well,' says the skipper, 'first I'm gonna check into the hotel, take a big crap....then I'm gonna take that new stewardess with the huge boobs out for dinner.... I'm gonna wine and dine her, take her back to my room and give her a ride on the baloney pony all night long.'
Aghast and amused, everyone on the plane hears this and immediately begins looking up and down the aisle, trying to figure out who this new stewardess is that the pilot's talking about.
Meanwhile, the new stewardess is seated at the very back of the plane. She is so embarrassed that she starts running toward the cockpit to turn the intercom off.
Halfway down the aisle, she trips over an old lady's bag and down she goes. The old lady leans over and says: 'No need to hurry, dear. You heard what he said. He's gotta land the plane and take a crap first.'
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
It's official, I'm a junkie...
Ok, I'll admit I'm not what you would call an early adopter. I still have old style tube TV's. Not even a flat front tube TV. My cell phone is pretty basic. No smart phones for me. Hell, we don't even have a DVR or Tivo.
A year ago, I refused to even consider getting on Facebook because that was noting but a bunch of stupid kids, no place for a responsible adult to spend any time. At Christmas, I told my sister I didn't have a need for an iPod. The radio in the car was just fine.
Well, here I sit, blogging on the computer with the iPod touch laying next to me tuned into Facebook Mobile. It's official. I'm a junkie.
Of course, I'm still not up to current times, and I'm still cheap. If I wasn't so cheap, I would have picked up an iPhone, but I can't justify the cost of the data plan. I also bought the iPod used off ebay for quite a bit less than the cost of a new one. So, I get to hold onto my reputation as being sort of cheap, but I get to have a new toy also.
Now, I just need to figure out how to get some music on it for free. I did buy Bob Will's San Antonio Rose, and a few songs stored on the computer transferred, I just need more. I also found several cool "free" apps for it. I also discovered the the iFart was not as funny as believed, so it has already been removed. The blackjack game is pretty fun. I'll put more stuff on it as I have time, but so far, I think this it a pretty neat little deal.
Ok, I'll admit I'm not what you would call an early adopter. I still have old style tube TV's. Not even a flat front tube TV. My cell phone is pretty basic. No smart phones for me. Hell, we don't even have a DVR or Tivo.
A year ago, I refused to even consider getting on Facebook because that was noting but a bunch of stupid kids, no place for a responsible adult to spend any time. At Christmas, I told my sister I didn't have a need for an iPod. The radio in the car was just fine.
Well, here I sit, blogging on the computer with the iPod touch laying next to me tuned into Facebook Mobile. It's official. I'm a junkie.
Of course, I'm still not up to current times, and I'm still cheap. If I wasn't so cheap, I would have picked up an iPhone, but I can't justify the cost of the data plan. I also bought the iPod used off ebay for quite a bit less than the cost of a new one. So, I get to hold onto my reputation as being sort of cheap, but I get to have a new toy also.
Now, I just need to figure out how to get some music on it for free. I did buy Bob Will's San Antonio Rose, and a few songs stored on the computer transferred, I just need more. I also found several cool "free" apps for it. I also discovered the the iFart was not as funny as believed, so it has already been removed. The blackjack game is pretty fun. I'll put more stuff on it as I have time, but so far, I think this it a pretty neat little deal.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Learning about politics...
Over the last 5 or 6 weeks, Matthew has received a crash course in politics. It started one night when Barack Obama showed up on our doorstep in a driving snowstorm. Ok, it wasn't a driving snowstorm, that was toilet paper hanging from the trees. We brought that idiot in from the cold and let him attend all of our holiday functions with us. We even took him to the ranch with us.
While he was a guest in our home, Matthew commented on him. He learned to pronounce "Obama", because that's what we called him. Well, that's what we called him in front of Matthew. In adult company he had several other names.
Shortly after New Years, we sent him to an undisclosed location to spend time with another family. Matthew saw him on TV occasionally, and always got really excited "That's Obama, he's the guy that was at our house!!!"
Fast forward to last night. I was giving Matthew a bath. When I had soaped up the wash cloth, I told him to stand up. When he stood up, I kid you not, he popped off with the following: "Ladies & Gentlemen, the President of the Universe, Barack Obama!!!!"
I bathed the inside of his mouth first.
Several of the teachers at his daycare are minorities. Apparently, they watched the big event on the TV the other day. I guess that's fine, I just have to make sure we make like Fox News and present things to him in a "Fair & Balanced" manner
Over the last 5 or 6 weeks, Matthew has received a crash course in politics. It started one night when Barack Obama showed up on our doorstep in a driving snowstorm. Ok, it wasn't a driving snowstorm, that was toilet paper hanging from the trees. We brought that idiot in from the cold and let him attend all of our holiday functions with us. We even took him to the ranch with us.
While he was a guest in our home, Matthew commented on him. He learned to pronounce "Obama", because that's what we called him. Well, that's what we called him in front of Matthew. In adult company he had several other names.
Shortly after New Years, we sent him to an undisclosed location to spend time with another family. Matthew saw him on TV occasionally, and always got really excited "That's Obama, he's the guy that was at our house!!!"
Fast forward to last night. I was giving Matthew a bath. When I had soaped up the wash cloth, I told him to stand up. When he stood up, I kid you not, he popped off with the following: "Ladies & Gentlemen, the President of the Universe, Barack Obama!!!!"
I bathed the inside of his mouth first.
Several of the teachers at his daycare are minorities. Apparently, they watched the big event on the TV the other day. I guess that's fine, I just have to make sure we make like Fox News and present things to him in a "Fair & Balanced" manner
Sunday, January 18, 2009
MLK Day...
the following is an article copied from the Houston Chronicle:
Houston's rival MLK parades still marching separately
Bickering aside, organizers of Houston’s two dueling Martin Luther King Jr. Day parades expect larger-than-usual turnouts of revelers wanting to celebrate on the eve of the inauguration of the nation’s first black president.
The MLK Parade Foundation will host the lone downtown event at 10 a.m. Monday, while the rival Black Heritage Society will march at noon on Martin Luther King Jr. Boulevard.
Ovide Duncantell, founder of the Black Heritage Society, said he moved his parade to the south Houston neighborhood after he lost out on the sole permit for the downtown parade. He vowed to be first in line for the downtown parade in 2010.
Despite the historic nature of this year’s event, organizers of Houston’s rival MLK parades said they don’t feel compelled to unify.
MLK Jr. Boulevard should be a perfect backdrop, Duncantell said, for his parade, themed “I Have a Dream; I am the Dream,” referring to King’s vision and Barack Obama’s election.
“We’re combining our celebration with the inauguration,” the 72-year-old said. “The little people won’t be able to go to Washington. They’re going to dovetail into anything they believe has connectivity between Dr. King and what we consider a product of Dr. King’s dream”
The 31-year-old parade was originally held on the street named after the slain civil rights leader before being moved downtown several years later at the request of patrons, he said.
Organizers, still scrambling to solidify the details of their parade, said they’re making the best of returning the grass-roots event to the community.
“We’re going to enjoy it,” Duncantell said. “We’re not complaining. One thing about us, We’re soldiers.”
Duncantell’s Black Heritage Society has been in a tug of war with the MLK Parade Foundation over hosting the main downtown parade for years.
Coin flip
The City Council intervened a few years ago by revising Houston’s parade ordinance to allow a single downtown parade per day. Three others are allowed throughout the city. It was a coin flip that allowed Duncantell’s group the covered downtown permit last year.
Susan Christian, deputy director of the mayor’s office of special events, said she hopes the two events have strong turnouts.
“I’m always very hopeful that both entities will have great success in the places that they’re producing their parades this year,” she said. “It’s a time of unity.”
But allowing more than one parade in downtown is out of the question, she said.
“We have to manage traffic and we have to be very conscious,” Christian said. “We want to be a good neighbor.”
High expectations
Charles Stamps, chairman of the MLK Parade Foundation, said he expects record turnout at his event, which is expected to include 15 floats, 37 marching bands and about 36,000 participants. The theme is “The Color of Unity.”
Obama’s inauguration signifies the culmination of part of King’s dream, as well as the vision of other civil rights leaders, he said.
“It’s an exciting time for the entire nation. I’m personally on cloud nine,” he said. “The timing is perfect — Dr. King’s birthday, the vision he had and the inauguration of the nation’s first black president.”
Funny, that when you look at the websites of the 2 groups mentioned, they say that their purpose is to promote racial harmony. I guess harmony amongst themselves doesn't count...
Black Heritage Society Parade (link)
MLK Parade Foundation (link)
Well, either way, I hope those folks have a good time with their parades. I'll be at work.
the following is an article copied from the Houston Chronicle:
Houston's rival MLK parades still marching separately
Bickering aside, organizers of Houston’s two dueling Martin Luther King Jr. Day parades expect larger-than-usual turnouts of revelers wanting to celebrate on the eve of the inauguration of the nation’s first black president.
The MLK Parade Foundation will host the lone downtown event at 10 a.m. Monday, while the rival Black Heritage Society will march at noon on Martin Luther King Jr. Boulevard.
Ovide Duncantell, founder of the Black Heritage Society, said he moved his parade to the south Houston neighborhood after he lost out on the sole permit for the downtown parade. He vowed to be first in line for the downtown parade in 2010.
Despite the historic nature of this year’s event, organizers of Houston’s rival MLK parades said they don’t feel compelled to unify.
MLK Jr. Boulevard should be a perfect backdrop, Duncantell said, for his parade, themed “I Have a Dream; I am the Dream,” referring to King’s vision and Barack Obama’s election.
“We’re combining our celebration with the inauguration,” the 72-year-old said. “The little people won’t be able to go to Washington. They’re going to dovetail into anything they believe has connectivity between Dr. King and what we consider a product of Dr. King’s dream”
The 31-year-old parade was originally held on the street named after the slain civil rights leader before being moved downtown several years later at the request of patrons, he said.
Organizers, still scrambling to solidify the details of their parade, said they’re making the best of returning the grass-roots event to the community.
“We’re going to enjoy it,” Duncantell said. “We’re not complaining. One thing about us, We’re soldiers.”
Duncantell’s Black Heritage Society has been in a tug of war with the MLK Parade Foundation over hosting the main downtown parade for years.
Coin flip
The City Council intervened a few years ago by revising Houston’s parade ordinance to allow a single downtown parade per day. Three others are allowed throughout the city. It was a coin flip that allowed Duncantell’s group the covered downtown permit last year.
Susan Christian, deputy director of the mayor’s office of special events, said she hopes the two events have strong turnouts.
“I’m always very hopeful that both entities will have great success in the places that they’re producing their parades this year,” she said. “It’s a time of unity.”
But allowing more than one parade in downtown is out of the question, she said.
“We have to manage traffic and we have to be very conscious,” Christian said. “We want to be a good neighbor.”
High expectations
Charles Stamps, chairman of the MLK Parade Foundation, said he expects record turnout at his event, which is expected to include 15 floats, 37 marching bands and about 36,000 participants. The theme is “The Color of Unity.”
Obama’s inauguration signifies the culmination of part of King’s dream, as well as the vision of other civil rights leaders, he said.
“It’s an exciting time for the entire nation. I’m personally on cloud nine,” he said. “The timing is perfect — Dr. King’s birthday, the vision he had and the inauguration of the nation’s first black president.”
Funny, that when you look at the websites of the 2 groups mentioned, they say that their purpose is to promote racial harmony. I guess harmony amongst themselves doesn't count...
Black Heritage Society Parade (link)
MLK Parade Foundation (link)
Well, either way, I hope those folks have a good time with their parades. I'll be at work.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Headline of the day...
I was just perusing the daily headlines, and a story about a loose monkey caught my eye...
Feces-throwing monkey on the loose in Tampa Bay
Jan 14 04:57 PM US/Eastern
CLEARWATER, Fla. (AP) - Wildlife officials said a rhesus monkey known to throw feces when mad is on the loose in Tampa Bay. Authorities have been trying to capture the primate since Tuesday afternoon, but it managed to evade a bucket truck and tranquilizer dart.
Gary Morse with the Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission says the adult male is thought to have escaped from an unlicensed source. It was last seen in Clearwater.
The monkey is not considered dangerous.
Well, if the monkey flings poo when he is mad, I'd say that if you encounter him, whatever you do, don't piss him off...
I was just perusing the daily headlines, and a story about a loose monkey caught my eye...
Feces-throwing monkey on the loose in Tampa Bay
Jan 14 04:57 PM US/Eastern
CLEARWATER, Fla. (AP) - Wildlife officials said a rhesus monkey known to throw feces when mad is on the loose in Tampa Bay. Authorities have been trying to capture the primate since Tuesday afternoon, but it managed to evade a bucket truck and tranquilizer dart.
Gary Morse with the Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission says the adult male is thought to have escaped from an unlicensed source. It was last seen in Clearwater.
The monkey is not considered dangerous.
Well, if the monkey flings poo when he is mad, I'd say that if you encounter him, whatever you do, don't piss him off...
Monday, January 12, 2009
New Christmas present...
For Christmas every year, I usually end up with a few nice presents, and a couple hundred dollars. For the life of me, I always seem to have trouble figuring out what I want to spend the money on. I usually hang onto the money for a couple of months before I figure out what I'm willing to spend it on.
A few years ago, I bought my Weber Performer grill. I believe I bought it in March. Last year, I think it was March or April when I decided that I had been drooling over a Stihl weed-eater for a while, and I had enough to buy it, so I picked it up. I wish I had bought a Stihl years ago.
This year was different. I went into Christmas with an idea of several items I wanted. I've been watching cooking shows, and it seems that I keep seeing chef's make something in a big dutch oven. I decided that I needed to have an enamel covered dutch oven. I picked up a 6 quart oven last week and broke it in over the weekend. I was craving short ribs, and after looking for a while for a good recipe, I took parts of several recipes, and made my own. We're having it for dinner tomorrow night, but I sampled tonight. Oh, man, it was good.
Since I posted on Facebook earlier today, I've been asked for the recipe. Here it is:
8 beef short ribs (bone-in)
salt & pepper
olive oil (I use a good extra-virgin oil, but honestly, vegetable oil would work fine also)
1 large sweet onion, chopped
a couple cloves of garlic, chopped
2 cups of dry red wine (I used a Cabernet)
1 can beef broth
2 cans diced tomatoes
sliced mushrooms (I used about 2/3 of a 16 oz package of fresh mushrooms)
Trim the excess fat from the ribs. Don't cut all the fat off, just the excess.
Season the ribs with salt and pepper on all sides (liberally).
Heat some oil in the bottom of the dutch oven over medium high (any pot will work)
Brown the ribs on all sides (I did 4 at a time) and put aside.
Saute the onions in the olive oil. When they are about ready, add the garlic and saute another minute or so. Season with a little more salt & pepper while sauteing.
Add the wine, beef broth, and tomatoes, bring to a boil, and let it go for 10 minutes or so to reduce a little, stirring occasionally.
Add the ribs back and add the mushrooms, making sure that the meat is covered. Add some water, wine, or beef broth if you need to.
Put the lid on and put it in the over for 2 or 3 hours or so at 300. Maybe longer at 200 or 250 if you want to would be good also.
The sample of mine was good enough, I'd consider this recipe worth of serving to company.
Tomorrow evening, I'm going to serve the ribs with some mashed potatoes and brussel sprouts. I've never cooked the sprouts before, so this will be new. I'm going to cube up some venison smoke sausage and dice some onions. After browning the sausage and onions, I'll cut the sprouts in half and saute them in the pan with the sausage drippings, sausage, onions, garlic, salt, & pepper. Hopefully they are good. If not, it will be back to the drawing board. Hey, cooking is all about trial & error. Find what works and enjoy it.
For Christmas every year, I usually end up with a few nice presents, and a couple hundred dollars. For the life of me, I always seem to have trouble figuring out what I want to spend the money on. I usually hang onto the money for a couple of months before I figure out what I'm willing to spend it on.
A few years ago, I bought my Weber Performer grill. I believe I bought it in March. Last year, I think it was March or April when I decided that I had been drooling over a Stihl weed-eater for a while, and I had enough to buy it, so I picked it up. I wish I had bought a Stihl years ago.
This year was different. I went into Christmas with an idea of several items I wanted. I've been watching cooking shows, and it seems that I keep seeing chef's make something in a big dutch oven. I decided that I needed to have an enamel covered dutch oven. I picked up a 6 quart oven last week and broke it in over the weekend. I was craving short ribs, and after looking for a while for a good recipe, I took parts of several recipes, and made my own. We're having it for dinner tomorrow night, but I sampled tonight. Oh, man, it was good.
Since I posted on Facebook earlier today, I've been asked for the recipe. Here it is:
8 beef short ribs (bone-in)
salt & pepper
olive oil (I use a good extra-virgin oil, but honestly, vegetable oil would work fine also)
1 large sweet onion, chopped
a couple cloves of garlic, chopped
2 cups of dry red wine (I used a Cabernet)
1 can beef broth
2 cans diced tomatoes
sliced mushrooms (I used about 2/3 of a 16 oz package of fresh mushrooms)
Trim the excess fat from the ribs. Don't cut all the fat off, just the excess.
Season the ribs with salt and pepper on all sides (liberally).
Heat some oil in the bottom of the dutch oven over medium high (any pot will work)
Brown the ribs on all sides (I did 4 at a time) and put aside.
Saute the onions in the olive oil. When they are about ready, add the garlic and saute another minute or so. Season with a little more salt & pepper while sauteing.
Add the wine, beef broth, and tomatoes, bring to a boil, and let it go for 10 minutes or so to reduce a little, stirring occasionally.
Add the ribs back and add the mushrooms, making sure that the meat is covered. Add some water, wine, or beef broth if you need to.
Put the lid on and put it in the over for 2 or 3 hours or so at 300. Maybe longer at 200 or 250 if you want to would be good also.
The sample of mine was good enough, I'd consider this recipe worth of serving to company.
Tomorrow evening, I'm going to serve the ribs with some mashed potatoes and brussel sprouts. I've never cooked the sprouts before, so this will be new. I'm going to cube up some venison smoke sausage and dice some onions. After browning the sausage and onions, I'll cut the sprouts in half and saute them in the pan with the sausage drippings, sausage, onions, garlic, salt, & pepper. Hopefully they are good. If not, it will be back to the drawing board. Hey, cooking is all about trial & error. Find what works and enjoy it.
Saturday, January 03, 2009
Random observations...
This is the time of year that it seems everyone has some sort of little illness or bug. Our entire household seems to have had some sort of crud for the last month. During all of this, I have noticed some major differences between men, women, and children.
Everyone knows that the standard indicator for illness is when you are running a temperature. I recent had some upper respiratory issues, and ran a pretty high fever. It got up to about 99.8. I'm telling you, I was at death's door. It was bad enough that I had to go to the doctor twice about 2 weeks apart for 2 shots and 2 prescriptions
A couple of days later, Shelly came down with something. She had more symptoms such as runny nose, but had just a low grade fever of 102 or so. Not really even enough to go to the doctor to get medicated.
On New Year's day, we noticed that Matthew was feeling a little warm. The kid acted like he was feeling fine. No cough, no runny nose, and no complaints. The kid was running over 102 fever. We gave him Tylenol and checked it later. It was down close to normal, and he was still acting like he was fine, so we went ahead with our plans to visit my parents. After we got home that night, he was running higher fever again.
As a precaution, Shelly took him to the doctor the next day. Would you believe that the test revealed that he had the flu? Amazing since none of us has ever had it, and we all had our flu shots. We all received prescriptions for Tamiflu. Matthew was the only one we got filled. At $50-$60 per script, Shelly and I chose not to bother getting them filled unless we starting showing symptoms.
Matthew HATED the Tamiflu. I guess it was bitter tasting. It was a fight to get the kid to take 3/4 teaspoon twice a day. You can force a baby to take medicine, but a 4.5 yr old is a different thing altogether. Threats, bribes, whatever. The kid had a million reasons why he didn't need to take the medicine. The best one was when he complained that it smelled like hineys.
I smelled the medicine. I don't believe it smalled as bad as a hiney...
This is the time of year that it seems everyone has some sort of little illness or bug. Our entire household seems to have had some sort of crud for the last month. During all of this, I have noticed some major differences between men, women, and children.
Everyone knows that the standard indicator for illness is when you are running a temperature. I recent had some upper respiratory issues, and ran a pretty high fever. It got up to about 99.8. I'm telling you, I was at death's door. It was bad enough that I had to go to the doctor twice about 2 weeks apart for 2 shots and 2 prescriptions
A couple of days later, Shelly came down with something. She had more symptoms such as runny nose, but had just a low grade fever of 102 or so. Not really even enough to go to the doctor to get medicated.
On New Year's day, we noticed that Matthew was feeling a little warm. The kid acted like he was feeling fine. No cough, no runny nose, and no complaints. The kid was running over 102 fever. We gave him Tylenol and checked it later. It was down close to normal, and he was still acting like he was fine, so we went ahead with our plans to visit my parents. After we got home that night, he was running higher fever again.
As a precaution, Shelly took him to the doctor the next day. Would you believe that the test revealed that he had the flu? Amazing since none of us has ever had it, and we all had our flu shots. We all received prescriptions for Tamiflu. Matthew was the only one we got filled. At $50-$60 per script, Shelly and I chose not to bother getting them filled unless we starting showing symptoms.
Matthew HATED the Tamiflu. I guess it was bitter tasting. It was a fight to get the kid to take 3/4 teaspoon twice a day. You can force a baby to take medicine, but a 4.5 yr old is a different thing altogether. Threats, bribes, whatever. The kid had a million reasons why he didn't need to take the medicine. The best one was when he complained that it smelled like hineys.
I smelled the medicine. I don't believe it smalled as bad as a hiney...
Thursday, January 01, 2009
Suicide Bombers and the 72 Virgin Reward...
I'm not Muslim. I don't plan to convert to Islam. Just for my own personal wisdom, I should probably study a little about it, but if I don't find or make the time to properly read and study my own religion, I'm sure not going to become well versed in the Koran.
How did we get on this subject anyway? Well, it was a topic of discussion amongst a couple of friends tonight at a little get together. One of my friends happens to work with my bro-in-law, James (Sister's husband). Apparently James was on vacation earlier in the week, and they took the family for a little ride down to Galveston to see what is left of the island. While they were down there, they took the ferry across the bay to the Bolivar Peninsula.
At some point, they were stopped by Homeland Security folks and had to have the vehicle searched. I guess they are on high alert for Jihadists. I guess they have to be careful not to be accused of racial profiling, so they have to stop a unlikely looking group every now and then. Seriously, see the pic below. Not your typical terrorists...
Ok, to be fair, you could probably call at least 2, no make that all 3 of the kids "terrors", but not really terrorists (although Allison will need to be watched closely as she gets older...). Probably put them on the "do not fly" list also, but that's mainly for the sanity of the other passengers...
Anyway, we were talking a little tonight about the supposed rewards for suicide bombers, and in typical guy fashion, the only reward that was discussed was the 72 virgins. Being guys, we're thinking that there are quite a few questions to be answered before strapping on the dynamite...
Do you get to pick your own virgins? Eternity is too long to be stuck with an ugly woman, virgin or not...
72 sounds like quite a few, but we're talking for all of eternity here. Is 72 really enough?
Is it the same 72 for all of eternity, or do you get to rotate a few of them out from time to time to bring a fresh batch in?
Honestly, there are other concerns that "arise" from such a situation... Is there a ready supply of little blue pills? I mean, that's not a problem very often, but as the country song goes "I'm not as good as I once was, but I'm as good once as I ever was..."
Of course, when they do blow themselves up, wouldn't it be great if they received their 72 virgins in the form 90 yr old Nuns? Hey, that's what they get for not specifying the ages of their virgins...
Yes, for the record, our wives think we are nuts...
I'm not Muslim. I don't plan to convert to Islam. Just for my own personal wisdom, I should probably study a little about it, but if I don't find or make the time to properly read and study my own religion, I'm sure not going to become well versed in the Koran.
How did we get on this subject anyway? Well, it was a topic of discussion amongst a couple of friends tonight at a little get together. One of my friends happens to work with my bro-in-law, James (Sister's husband). Apparently James was on vacation earlier in the week, and they took the family for a little ride down to Galveston to see what is left of the island. While they were down there, they took the ferry across the bay to the Bolivar Peninsula.
At some point, they were stopped by Homeland Security folks and had to have the vehicle searched. I guess they are on high alert for Jihadists. I guess they have to be careful not to be accused of racial profiling, so they have to stop a unlikely looking group every now and then. Seriously, see the pic below. Not your typical terrorists...
Ok, to be fair, you could probably call at least 2, no make that all 3 of the kids "terrors", but not really terrorists (although Allison will need to be watched closely as she gets older...). Probably put them on the "do not fly" list also, but that's mainly for the sanity of the other passengers...
Anyway, we were talking a little tonight about the supposed rewards for suicide bombers, and in typical guy fashion, the only reward that was discussed was the 72 virgins. Being guys, we're thinking that there are quite a few questions to be answered before strapping on the dynamite...
Do you get to pick your own virgins? Eternity is too long to be stuck with an ugly woman, virgin or not...
72 sounds like quite a few, but we're talking for all of eternity here. Is 72 really enough?
Is it the same 72 for all of eternity, or do you get to rotate a few of them out from time to time to bring a fresh batch in?
Honestly, there are other concerns that "arise" from such a situation... Is there a ready supply of little blue pills? I mean, that's not a problem very often, but as the country song goes "I'm not as good as I once was, but I'm as good once as I ever was..."
Of course, when they do blow themselves up, wouldn't it be great if they received their 72 virgins in the form 90 yr old Nuns? Hey, that's what they get for not specifying the ages of their virgins...
Yes, for the record, our wives think we are nuts...
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