I don't think there was any more of this. I'm somewhat saddened by the loss of Kesha and Mason. Maybe we will have some more later.
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Saturday, December 31, 2011
More Fun with Kesha
Random Task sent me some more text messages from Kesha. Here is the first conversation. This time it builds on the Not Sam I Am Dr. Seuss theme...
I don't think there was any more of this. I'm somewhat saddened by the loss of Kesha and Mason. Maybe we will have some more later.
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I don't think there was any more of this. I'm somewhat saddened by the loss of Kesha and Mason. Maybe we will have some more later.
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Thursday, December 15, 2011
The Christmas Season
This year we are celebrating Christmas with our families as we normally do. The only years when we did not visit our families during Christmas was when the Chief worked in retail and was required to work the day after for returns.
If anyone is interested, here are some items that I recently added to my Christmas list:
If anyone is interested, here are some items that I recently added to my Christmas list:
Some things that I am not interested in receiving for Christmas include items in the list below. Some of them are obvious...
A Bag Smasher Re-shaper Thingy
A monkey
Although it would probably help me fertilize the yard...
This:
A Peek-a-Boo Goose
I think it would crap all over everything. Plus it flies.
Thank you for reading
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Wednesday, December 14, 2011
What Were You Cooking?
My brother stayed at my Grandparrents house for a few months after my grandparrents both passed away. He was staying there to look after the house and grounds. It is a farm house and the grounds contain a lot of buildings complete with farm machinery, tools, etc...
The house is also a good distance away from neighbors.
I go over to visit and find this sitting on the stove. At one time I think it was an old frying pan. I wonder if the smoke alarm in the background was taken down during the cooking episode that damaged this frying pan?
Remind me not to let my brother cook for me...
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The Chief and I recently visited Red Hat Jef and family in Florida. Normally the way these trip work is that I drive my car down and a day or two later I use frequent flier miles and fly the Chief down. She doesn't get as much vacation as I do and she doesn't like to drive or ride in the car for the 12-ish hour drive.
The last time she drove to Florida was shortly after we were married. The trip was with my mom, dad, grandma and grandpa. We drove two cars down. Dad drove one and I drove the other. It just so happens on this trip that the Chief starts feeling sick. What works for being sick? A lot of NyQuil. She slept the entire trip to Florida in the back seat of mom and dad's car while I drove grandma and grandpa. When she would wake up she would take some more medicine, drink some juice to get the taste out of her mouth, then go back to sleep. She missed Dad's detour through downtown Atlanta where he took and exit that he was not supposed to take. It was a very peaceful trip for her.
That trip was not as bad as it sounds. We visited my grandpa's sister and she had a large house with a guest apartment. She let us use the guest room so we could have some privacy. That was nice. It was definitely better than sleeping on the sofa...
That was also the trip where the Chief pierced her belly button...
Anyway back to travelling with the Chief... We visit for a few days then I fly her back and I hit the road for the drive. I normally leave early and Red Hat Jef is nice enough to take the Chief to the airport since it is in the opposite direction as home.
This trip RHJ had to leave early for a trip so he could not take the Chief to the airport. OK, no problem. I go ahead and take her to the airport. While we are on the way the Chief says, "How far out of the way is the airport for you?" I answer that it will take me about an extra two hours of driving. She says something on the order of, "Forget that, lets just drive home." I ask repeatedly if she is sure and I am assured that it will be fine. I ask, "Are you doing the girl thing?..."
She wasn't. So we drove home together. She didn't drive any, which is fine since I didn't plan on having company for the trip. It was very nice. We were able to use her smart phone and find restaurants and see how traffic is moving. All in all it was a very nice trip.
But before we even left RHJ's hometown, let alone Florida, we see this jem...
I love it as much as the next guy. But the driver was a girl.
I love Florida!!!
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The house is also a good distance away from neighbors.
I go over to visit and find this sitting on the stove. At one time I think it was an old frying pan. I wonder if the smoke alarm in the background was taken down during the cooking episode that damaged this frying pan?
Remind me not to let my brother cook for me...
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The Chief and I recently visited Red Hat Jef and family in Florida. Normally the way these trip work is that I drive my car down and a day or two later I use frequent flier miles and fly the Chief down. She doesn't get as much vacation as I do and she doesn't like to drive or ride in the car for the 12-ish hour drive.
The last time she drove to Florida was shortly after we were married. The trip was with my mom, dad, grandma and grandpa. We drove two cars down. Dad drove one and I drove the other. It just so happens on this trip that the Chief starts feeling sick. What works for being sick? A lot of NyQuil. She slept the entire trip to Florida in the back seat of mom and dad's car while I drove grandma and grandpa. When she would wake up she would take some more medicine, drink some juice to get the taste out of her mouth, then go back to sleep. She missed Dad's detour through downtown Atlanta where he took and exit that he was not supposed to take. It was a very peaceful trip for her.
That trip was not as bad as it sounds. We visited my grandpa's sister and she had a large house with a guest apartment. She let us use the guest room so we could have some privacy. That was nice. It was definitely better than sleeping on the sofa...
That was also the trip where the Chief pierced her belly button...
Anyway back to travelling with the Chief... We visit for a few days then I fly her back and I hit the road for the drive. I normally leave early and Red Hat Jef is nice enough to take the Chief to the airport since it is in the opposite direction as home.
This trip RHJ had to leave early for a trip so he could not take the Chief to the airport. OK, no problem. I go ahead and take her to the airport. While we are on the way the Chief says, "How far out of the way is the airport for you?" I answer that it will take me about an extra two hours of driving. She says something on the order of, "Forget that, lets just drive home." I ask repeatedly if she is sure and I am assured that it will be fine. I ask, "Are you doing the girl thing?..."
She wasn't. So we drove home together. She didn't drive any, which is fine since I didn't plan on having company for the trip. It was very nice. We were able to use her smart phone and find restaurants and see how traffic is moving. All in all it was a very nice trip.
But before we even left RHJ's hometown, let alone Florida, we see this jem...
I love it as much as the next guy. But the driver was a girl.
I love Florida!!!
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Saturday, December 10, 2011
London Dining
The food in London is definitely different than the United States. One of the biggest differences that I found is that the Londoners really like things baked into pies. There are many different varieties and since we were in a foreign country, we try to eat like the locals. We ate pie. I had a very good steak and ale pie. The Chief had a couple similar to the steak and ale and she also had a seafood pie with salmon and other assorted seafood. It was also very good.
The Chief also discovered that she likes the British cider - as opposed to beer. She detests beer in nearly all circumstances. She will occasionally get a bottle of Rolling Rock and drink half of it... but she liked the cider. Here is the proof:
She actually finished the entire drink. We will look for some of that when we are back in the US. Another comment about the beer is the carbonation level. There seems to be much less carbonation in the beer in the UK versus the USA. I have to say that I like the beer with less carbonation. It seems to make it much smoother. I think that was because the beer on tap was not under pressure in a keg like here. The method for serving up a beer is by using a hand pump. It takes a little longer but the results are better.
We had Indian food one evening and it was very good. There we got to partake in the bounty that is Cobra beer. Since it was in an Indian restaurant, it is only fitting to drink an Indian beer.
I don't know a lot about Indian cuisine. I don't claim to know a lot about coffee either. In one of my summer jobs I worked at a grocery store and a trucking company. I had the lowest seniority in both places so therefore I got the job of cleaning the restrooms. Therefore, I have learned a thing or two about floaters.
I have at least learned enough to know that I don't want floaters in my coffee.
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The Chief also discovered that she likes the British cider - as opposed to beer. She detests beer in nearly all circumstances. She will occasionally get a bottle of Rolling Rock and drink half of it... but she liked the cider. Here is the proof:
She actually finished the entire drink. We will look for some of that when we are back in the US. Another comment about the beer is the carbonation level. There seems to be much less carbonation in the beer in the UK versus the USA. I have to say that I like the beer with less carbonation. It seems to make it much smoother. I think that was because the beer on tap was not under pressure in a keg like here. The method for serving up a beer is by using a hand pump. It takes a little longer but the results are better.
We had Indian food one evening and it was very good. There we got to partake in the bounty that is Cobra beer. Since it was in an Indian restaurant, it is only fitting to drink an Indian beer.
I have at least learned enough to know that I don't want floaters in my coffee.
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Friday, December 2, 2011
London Shopping
I had a business trip to London, England, United Kingdom a couple weeks ago. It worked out that I got to take the Chief along for the ride. One of my coworkers also took his wife along and Rafael, our friend and co-worker from Brazil was also attending the meetings. Rafael was just finishing up his vacation to the USA and decided to fly directly from the USA to London, his wife going along too.
So while we worked, the three ladies got to tour around London. They also shopped a little. I cannot complain about the Chief (mainly because she reads this blog) because she does not spend frivolously. She is a very good bargain hunter. She bought a few things, one of which I will show you now.
I get back to the room after meetings and the Chief is really excited. She can't wait to show me what she bought. I'm a little worried but not sure what to think. She shows me some stuff that she found. It is OK (I don't get near as excited as she does when buying things). The thing that stood out were these:
OK, they are shoes. They are shiny where the foot goes (I don't get that, why?) and also on the heel. Here is the kicker...
When she wears them she is as tall as me if I'm barefoot. I hope she doesn't kick me. Maybe she will dance for me in them... probably not.
Also while out touring about London (before we get finished with the meetings) the girls go to the British Museum. They go and tour the various exhibits. Some of the highlights were (in no particular order): the Parthenon sculptures from Greece, the Easter Island statue, a collection of jade and Chinese sculptures, and many other things.
In the evening when we were finished with our meetings we followed the girls back to the museum. The Chief really likes ancient Egypt and she wanted us to see the Rosetta Stone. We find the nearest underground station to the museum and start walking. It is a little late in the evening, or at least it feels like it because it has been dark for 2 hours but in reality it is only 7:00pm. The museum is open until 8:30pm on this day (Friday) so we head in. The Chief guides us to the section containing the Rosetta Stone. Here it is:
Closed... fail. back to the underground.
While waling around looking for the Ministry of Silly Walks we found this:
We didn't need to stop. We has spent a lot of time the past week with Brazilians...
When we were travelling back to the hotel via the underground. The Chief spotted what I think will be a new trend in fashion. You will never have wrinkled clothes with this accessory.
More to come.
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So while we worked, the three ladies got to tour around London. They also shopped a little. I cannot complain about the Chief (mainly because she reads this blog) because she does not spend frivolously. She is a very good bargain hunter. She bought a few things, one of which I will show you now.
I get back to the room after meetings and the Chief is really excited. She can't wait to show me what she bought. I'm a little worried but not sure what to think. She shows me some stuff that she found. It is OK (I don't get near as excited as she does when buying things). The thing that stood out were these:
OK, they are shoes. They are shiny where the foot goes (I don't get that, why?) and also on the heel. Here is the kicker...
When she wears them she is as tall as me if I'm barefoot. I hope she doesn't kick me. Maybe she will dance for me in them... probably not.
Also while out touring about London (before we get finished with the meetings) the girls go to the British Museum. They go and tour the various exhibits. Some of the highlights were (in no particular order): the Parthenon sculptures from Greece, the Easter Island statue, a collection of jade and Chinese sculptures, and many other things.
In the evening when we were finished with our meetings we followed the girls back to the museum. The Chief really likes ancient Egypt and she wanted us to see the Rosetta Stone. We find the nearest underground station to the museum and start walking. It is a little late in the evening, or at least it feels like it because it has been dark for 2 hours but in reality it is only 7:00pm. The museum is open until 8:30pm on this day (Friday) so we head in. The Chief guides us to the section containing the Rosetta Stone. Here it is:
Closed... fail. back to the underground.
While waling around looking for the Ministry of Silly Walks we found this:
We didn't need to stop. We has spent a lot of time the past week with Brazilians...
When we were travelling back to the hotel via the underground. The Chief spotted what I think will be a new trend in fashion. You will never have wrinkled clothes with this accessory.
More to come.
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Thursday, December 1, 2011
Let the Journey Begin
I love travelling with the Chief. I also like it when she
travels by herself. Then I get to hear about the people near her when she is
flying. I think that I fly enough that I have become immune to most of the crap
that you have to deal with while flying. Plus the frequent business travelers
get first choice of seating and generally sit near other frequent flyers that
follow the standard etiquette.
For instance, a couple of years ago, I was returning to the
US from a trip to Brazil. I was seated in seat B on the aisle. There was a gentleman
sitting in seat A in the window. We are in row 17 so there are people sitting
all around us since it is a full flight. About 15 minutes after dinner is over
and the trays are taken back, someone farts, the SBD kind. There was no warning
pingage off of the faux leather seats, all the sudden I was punched in the face
by whiff of mud monkey. It is sad to say, but sometimes that happens. You are stuck in an aluminum tube for
multiple hours and sometimes people fart. Either they don't have the courtesy to go to the restroom or they just sneak out. It happens.
The fart lingers for a moment, the air jets give me some
fresh air and the foulness abates. 10 minutes later another blast, still no
sound to point to a culprit. I thought it might be the guy next to me.
Although, he was not shifting in his seat as would be the case if he had just
let two juicy hindenburgs fly and needed to go and clean up. Another 10 minutes
and another blast. This time the guy sitting next to me declares: “It isn’t me,
I’m a professional.” He said this kind of loud so I am sure whoever had the bloated
donkey carcass residing in their colon would have heard him. We didn’t have any
more blasts after that.
The Chief however, has not flown that much and always has
the most colorful characters sitting around her. I try to get her the good
seats, but sometimes they are all full. Here is a small list of the
stereotypical passengers she has had the pleasure of travelling in close
proximity to:
- Sweaty overweight man
- Sweaty overweight woman
- Overly talkative beauty queen
- Unhappily married couple that argue the entire duration of the flight
- Crying baby – everyone has had this one…
- Toddler that asks too many questions to their somewhat annoyed parent
- Toddler that kicks the back of the seat
- Middle aged lady that does not know the proper pressure needed to use the touch screen on the back of the seat thereby transforming into the toddler previously mentioned
We are sitting in the three seat section in the middle of the plane. I'm in the aisle, the Chief is in the middle and of course he sits down next to the Chief. He is talking much louder
than is necessary for a normal conversation. I can only assume the excess
volume is due to 1, the crappy sound quality of his Bluetooth earpiece or 2, he
is just a dick. I’m going to vote for number two.
He talks for about 15 minutes then gets up, while talking
and goes to the restroom. When he comes back, he is still talking but he sits
in the empty seat across the aisle. He is still talking very loudly. I was not
paying attention to what he was talking about or with whom he was talking too.
I am hoping it was a female based on the last part of his conversation that the
Chief overheard. One thing I heard him say was, “I’m sitting on the plane. I
have my ‘princess’ mask and will be asleep before dinner is served.” One thing
I know for certain, he is no princess, maybe a queen, but not a princess.
While we could not help but listening to excerpts from his
conversation no matter how hard we tried, we were texting with a coworker and
his wife who also happen to be travelling with us on this trip. Here are the
texts:
ME: Can you hear Ken Tarmac? He is next to the Chief...
T: Hahaha we were laughing when he got on the plane
T: Hey Shooter!!! We just landed
ME: I'm waiting for the Chief to bitch slap him
T: Do It!!!
ME: He just gave the Chief the 'stink eye' for LOL-ing...
T: Haha Well he's the one with the dirty sanchez
ME: And the fashionable blue tooth hearing aid
T: The mark of the douche
ME: Le Grand Douche Canoe... with his beacon of blue toothiness... he will conquer the evil Zarloc by talking loudly and saying 'What was that?'
T: And he will throw down a heavy layer of pontificating so that those in ear shout distance know of his supremeness and will cower in fear holding their ears.Now he gets up and goes to the restroom, all the while still talking on the phone. From the bathroom he sounds like the teacher in Charlie Brown...
ME: He moved, hopefully permanently
T: Good luck!
The Chief heard a different portion of his conversation. She
turns to me and says, “If you are ever talking to me on the phone in an
airplane, don’t ask me to send you a dirty picture of me.”
I say, “Don’t worry, I would send you a text with that
request. I wouldn’t want to share with anyone else…” I’ve said it before, those
are just for me.
For your viewing pleasure, here is a photo of DS after he returned from the crapper.
What a douche... getting ready to pick his nose (I don't know if that actually happened or not) and not wearing shoes.
He also was sleeping with his feet in the aisle, and by sleeping I mean wearing a princess mask and wrapping up with three blankets... The stewardess hit his feet with the food cart...
BONUS!
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