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As we all know Sunday was Easter. And if you look at it, there are some things that you really need to think about when it comes to this holiday. Nothing religious or anything like that, but just ten thing about this day that gives me pause to wonder.
10. What's with the grass they use in the baskets? It's artificial as we all know, and if you drop it, it get's all over anything. You really can't vacuum it, as it clogs up the machine. It's really a pain. If you really have to have the fake grass, there is always Astro-turf, or that stuff they make door mats out of.
9. Does anyone really like boiled eggs? Even if they are all different colors, they still aren't all that good. Now deviled eggs, that's different.
8. There is very few foods I won't eat. Ham is one of them. I'm not crazy about potatoes either. Given my druthers, I'd rather have a pizza. HK made fish tacos for Easter dinner Sunday and it was much appreciated.
7. When is Easter anyway? We know Christmas is December 25, and the Fourth of July is on the fourth of July. Labor Day is the first Monday of September, and Memorial Day is the last Monday of May and of course, Flag day is June 14. That said, and without looking at your calendar, when is Easter in 2013? It changes every year.
6. The presents are better at Christmas. Of course there are no jelly beans or marshmallow chicks given out during the Yule season. On balance, it's a push. Maybe not.
5. No pizza joints are open at Easter. I did find an open McDonald's, so I was able to get breakfast, which was a plus. No boiled eggs, which also scores a plus.
4. The Friday fish fry's during lent (the period of time before the holiday) are real cool. Seven or eight bucks, and all the fish you can eat. How can you lose?
3. Ash Wednesday is the start of lent. The day before that is Fat Tuesday. You know what that means? The great Polish pastry, Paczkis. They are much like a jelly donut, only far more calories. I used to get them when I lived in Detroit, and they are fabulous. Fat Tuesday is the one day that you are allowed to eat them without guilt. Hence, Fat Tuesday. Plus there is a great parade that day in New Orleans.
2. Think about something. We tell our kids that one night (but as we established in #7 above, we don't know when that night is), that a giant rabbit will come into our homes, leaving colored boiled eggs and candy. Okay. We also tell them that on December 24 a fat old guy, who lives at the North Pole with elves, will fly all over the world in a sleigh powered by eight reindeer, and will deliver toys to all good girls and boys. Oh yea, and if they lose a tooth, they can leave it under their pillow and a magic fairy will give them money. Then we wonder why our kids need therapy.
And finally the number one thing to think about when it comes to Easter.
1. They got it wrong. Every Friday is a 'Good Friday'. Not just the last day of lent.
Back Tuesday with another So as I was Saying essay.
I hope you had a nice holiday
We will talk soon
Jeff
10. What's with the grass they use in the baskets? It's artificial as we all know, and if you drop it, it get's all over anything. You really can't vacuum it, as it clogs up the machine. It's really a pain. If you really have to have the fake grass, there is always Astro-turf, or that stuff they make door mats out of.
9. Does anyone really like boiled eggs? Even if they are all different colors, they still aren't all that good. Now deviled eggs, that's different.
8. There is very few foods I won't eat. Ham is one of them. I'm not crazy about potatoes either. Given my druthers, I'd rather have a pizza. HK made fish tacos for Easter dinner Sunday and it was much appreciated.
7. When is Easter anyway? We know Christmas is December 25, and the Fourth of July is on the fourth of July. Labor Day is the first Monday of September, and Memorial Day is the last Monday of May and of course, Flag day is June 14. That said, and without looking at your calendar, when is Easter in 2013? It changes every year.
6. The presents are better at Christmas. Of course there are no jelly beans or marshmallow chicks given out during the Yule season. On balance, it's a push. Maybe not.
5. No pizza joints are open at Easter. I did find an open McDonald's, so I was able to get breakfast, which was a plus. No boiled eggs, which also scores a plus.
4. The Friday fish fry's during lent (the period of time before the holiday) are real cool. Seven or eight bucks, and all the fish you can eat. How can you lose?
3. Ash Wednesday is the start of lent. The day before that is Fat Tuesday. You know what that means? The great Polish pastry, Paczkis. They are much like a jelly donut, only far more calories. I used to get them when I lived in Detroit, and they are fabulous. Fat Tuesday is the one day that you are allowed to eat them without guilt. Hence, Fat Tuesday. Plus there is a great parade that day in New Orleans.
2. Think about something. We tell our kids that one night (but as we established in #7 above, we don't know when that night is), that a giant rabbit will come into our homes, leaving colored boiled eggs and candy. Okay. We also tell them that on December 24 a fat old guy, who lives at the North Pole with elves, will fly all over the world in a sleigh powered by eight reindeer, and will deliver toys to all good girls and boys. Oh yea, and if they lose a tooth, they can leave it under their pillow and a magic fairy will give them money. Then we wonder why our kids need therapy.
And finally the number one thing to think about when it comes to Easter.
1. They got it wrong. Every Friday is a 'Good Friday'. Not just the last day of lent.
Back Tuesday with another So as I was Saying essay.
I hope you had a nice holiday
We will talk soon
Jeff
Person of the Week
You got to give the devil her due. The Baylor women's basketball team did something that no college basketball team has ever done. Not the great UCLA teams under John Wooden, nor the UConn Huskies under Geno Auriemma. Bobby Knight and the Indiana team of 1976 came close, but they also fell short of the standard that Baylor set this past season. What did they do to merit such mention, next to the great basketball teams of all-time?
Real simple. This past Tuesday, they won the NCAA women's basketball title and with it, finished the season at 40-0. No team in the history of college hoop has ever won 40 games in a single season. Ever. And that's quite an achievement.
And really it is a huge feat. What it means, is that every night during the season, the Waco, Texas based Bears came ready to play. The cold nights in Stillwater, Oklahoma. The grueling trips to Ames, Iowa, and Lincoln, Nebraska, among others. The hostile environments of Columbia, Missouri, and Austin, Texas. You get my point.
How about the early season tournaments? Got to show up ready to win. Or the so-called holiday 'classics'? No off-night's allowed. (Remember what Knight said about holiday tourneys'? Bring two teams you know you can beat to your gym, and call it a 'classic'. By the way, his 1976 Indiana team is the last men's team to go undefeated in a season, going 32-0 while beating Michigan for the NCAA crown.).
Every night as a top ranked team, somebody was trying to take a shot at them. And every game, Baylor fought through them to get the 'W'.
Now if you are wondering, even though 40-0 is the record for one season, it isn't the longest winning streak of all-time. The UConn women won 90 straight until losing in 2012, and the UCLA men won 88 straight until losing to Digger Phelps and Notre Dame in 1973. But none of them ever won 40 in a single season.
The Bears are lead by junior Brittney Griner, who stands 6'8. The Houston native is being touted as the greatest woman hoop player of all-time and really, who is to argue? She was voted the college player of this past year, while averaging 22 points, and 9 boards a game. She will also be the only US college player participating in women's basketball at the summer's London Olympics.
She can also dunk a basketball, which is something not many women have ever been able to do. She had a monster slam in this year's women NCAA tournament, and numerous in her college career. As a high school senior, enroute to being named as the high school player of the year, she 'jammed' the ball 52 times. In case anyone wonders, I have never dunked a basketball. It's impossible when you have a three inch vertical jump.
But back to the team, no matter how you cut it, 40-0 is a huge deal. And for that, the Baylor women's basketball team, and Brittney Griner, will be saluted as our Person (team) of the Week.
We will talk soon, like Sunday with a Top Ten List.
Jeff
Real simple. This past Tuesday, they won the NCAA women's basketball title and with it, finished the season at 40-0. No team in the history of college hoop has ever won 40 games in a single season. Ever. And that's quite an achievement.
And really it is a huge feat. What it means, is that every night during the season, the Waco, Texas based Bears came ready to play. The cold nights in Stillwater, Oklahoma. The grueling trips to Ames, Iowa, and Lincoln, Nebraska, among others. The hostile environments of Columbia, Missouri, and Austin, Texas. You get my point.
How about the early season tournaments? Got to show up ready to win. Or the so-called holiday 'classics'? No off-night's allowed. (Remember what Knight said about holiday tourneys'? Bring two teams you know you can beat to your gym, and call it a 'classic'. By the way, his 1976 Indiana team is the last men's team to go undefeated in a season, going 32-0 while beating Michigan for the NCAA crown.).
Every night as a top ranked team, somebody was trying to take a shot at them. And every game, Baylor fought through them to get the 'W'.
Now if you are wondering, even though 40-0 is the record for one season, it isn't the longest winning streak of all-time. The UConn women won 90 straight until losing in 2012, and the UCLA men won 88 straight until losing to Digger Phelps and Notre Dame in 1973. But none of them ever won 40 in a single season.
The Bears are lead by junior Brittney Griner, who stands 6'8. The Houston native is being touted as the greatest woman hoop player of all-time and really, who is to argue? She was voted the college player of this past year, while averaging 22 points, and 9 boards a game. She will also be the only US college player participating in women's basketball at the summer's London Olympics.
She can also dunk a basketball, which is something not many women have ever been able to do. She had a monster slam in this year's women NCAA tournament, and numerous in her college career. As a high school senior, enroute to being named as the high school player of the year, she 'jammed' the ball 52 times. In case anyone wonders, I have never dunked a basketball. It's impossible when you have a three inch vertical jump.
But back to the team, no matter how you cut it, 40-0 is a huge deal. And for that, the Baylor women's basketball team, and Brittney Griner, will be saluted as our Person (team) of the Week.
We will talk soon, like Sunday with a Top Ten List.
Jeff
So as I was Saying
If you have been reading some of my facebook posts, you would see that I have been getting the bicycle out and hitting the road. It has been fun, as we hit the trails and walkways, and I've enjoyed it a great deal. Now if anyone is asking, when it comes to riding, I'm no Lance Armstrong. I'm just not very fast. I don't think I could beat Lance's mother in a race. Actually, I think a 1974 Ford Fairlane on blocks probably would get me in a half mile. As far as I'm concerned, it's not about speed. Of course what happened two weeks ago may change my way of thinking.
It was a beautiful day, and we decided to get the bikes out. Actually HK decided, I wanted to take another week off, but that's another discussion I lost ("Hare, get moving. It's a nice day, and you need to get moving and off the sofa.") Although in fairness, as much as I love that bike, it didn't take a whole lot of convincing. Now, HK does fairly well on a bike, so when we ride she usually is well ahead. Me, I'm usually lost, riding around in circles, in the same town I where I grew up, and lived most of my life. Not sure how that can be, but it is.
On this day, that's kind of how the way the ride is going. HK is up ahead, and then usually dropping back to make sure I haven't gotten hit by a train, or that Ford Fairlane. But I'm out there, and enjoying myself. We rode for two or three hours, figuring we went twelve or fifteen miles. Of course, she did a whole lot more, when you consider how many times she had to double back to check on me.
Now on the trail that we go on, has a lot other bikers, joggers, roller bladers, fishermen, people walking dogs, that type of thing. Other than lagging way behind, I was doing okay. HK didn't need to call me an ambulance, which is usually a good thing. Though, as far ahead as she was most of the time, she wouldn't have known anyway.
So we are getting to the end of the run, when it happened. I came to a jogger. Not just any jogger, but a real fast one. By the way, you can always tell the fast ones. They have fancy shorts and shoes. Plus they run fast.
As I approach the runner, I am really starting to hurt. My thighs, rear end, knees, arms, solar plexus (not sure what that is, but it sounds good), everything is sore, but in the good workout type of way. But still, my bike has 24 speeds. I should run right by this guy, laughing through my helmet. Instead, I can't get by him. No matter I hard I try, I can't pass him.
I'm riding next to him for a few minutes, and he turns to me and says, "hey man, how are you doing today?" Can you believe this guy? The nerve of him talking to me. Even at my lack of speed I can barely lift my head, and can use some oxygen, and he's talking to me. Who does he think he is? My response? "Fine, you?" And he answered me back. "Not bad, nice day, eh?"
There is only one thought that comes to my mind. He must have just started his run. He is too fast to have been out there for any length of time. Plus, he can talk. Why, I bet you that twenty minutes before, when I was getting chased by a dog, he was just putting his shoes on. Had to be, there could no other explanation for it. I figure I'll big time with the fifteen miles that I had put behind me already. In my best sports reporter voice, (as many of you know, I do write sports stories part time for a local paper. I learned in journalism school, that when you ask a question, it's a good idea to drop your voice an octave or two. Okay, maybe not) I ask "So, how many miles have you done today?"
I'm thinking he would say, maybe 100 yards. Or a quarter mile. Instead this guy, who is sprinting fast, and beating me on my beautiful bike, says, "I just checked. I'm at about eight miles." Aww come on man. Now it is time for me to fold the tent, figuratively. He says, "I run for my college team, and today is distance day. Figured I'd get a workout in." The only thing I could think to ask, "Well, are you very good?" "They say I am" was his answer, as he sped away, leaving me behind to wallow in my pain and embarrassment of getting walloped by a runner.
I would have asked more, but I didn't want to know. He could be that he is a young kid at a D3 school, who works part time at McDonalds, and runs track for fun, who is pretty good. But not In my mind's eye. To me he is an All-American getting ready for the Olympics, to race Kenyans and Ethiopians. That's what gets me through the might, so please don't tell me the truth.
We also went riding last Sunday, and it was great. Did another 10-15 miles. I did make darn sure that I wouldn't get passed by any runners. I did it in two ways. First, I rode faster and harder. I really didn't stop to look at cars on blocks, or chase dogs. And second, anytime I saw a runner, I turned the other way. No need to go through that humiliation again.
Back Thursday with another Person of the Week
We will talk soon
Jeff
It was a beautiful day, and we decided to get the bikes out. Actually HK decided, I wanted to take another week off, but that's another discussion I lost ("Hare, get moving. It's a nice day, and you need to get moving and off the sofa.") Although in fairness, as much as I love that bike, it didn't take a whole lot of convincing. Now, HK does fairly well on a bike, so when we ride she usually is well ahead. Me, I'm usually lost, riding around in circles, in the same town I where I grew up, and lived most of my life. Not sure how that can be, but it is.
On this day, that's kind of how the way the ride is going. HK is up ahead, and then usually dropping back to make sure I haven't gotten hit by a train, or that Ford Fairlane. But I'm out there, and enjoying myself. We rode for two or three hours, figuring we went twelve or fifteen miles. Of course, she did a whole lot more, when you consider how many times she had to double back to check on me.
Now on the trail that we go on, has a lot other bikers, joggers, roller bladers, fishermen, people walking dogs, that type of thing. Other than lagging way behind, I was doing okay. HK didn't need to call me an ambulance, which is usually a good thing. Though, as far ahead as she was most of the time, she wouldn't have known anyway.
So we are getting to the end of the run, when it happened. I came to a jogger. Not just any jogger, but a real fast one. By the way, you can always tell the fast ones. They have fancy shorts and shoes. Plus they run fast.
As I approach the runner, I am really starting to hurt. My thighs, rear end, knees, arms, solar plexus (not sure what that is, but it sounds good), everything is sore, but in the good workout type of way. But still, my bike has 24 speeds. I should run right by this guy, laughing through my helmet. Instead, I can't get by him. No matter I hard I try, I can't pass him.
I'm riding next to him for a few minutes, and he turns to me and says, "hey man, how are you doing today?" Can you believe this guy? The nerve of him talking to me. Even at my lack of speed I can barely lift my head, and can use some oxygen, and he's talking to me. Who does he think he is? My response? "Fine, you?" And he answered me back. "Not bad, nice day, eh?"
There is only one thought that comes to my mind. He must have just started his run. He is too fast to have been out there for any length of time. Plus, he can talk. Why, I bet you that twenty minutes before, when I was getting chased by a dog, he was just putting his shoes on. Had to be, there could no other explanation for it. I figure I'll big time with the fifteen miles that I had put behind me already. In my best sports reporter voice, (as many of you know, I do write sports stories part time for a local paper. I learned in journalism school, that when you ask a question, it's a good idea to drop your voice an octave or two. Okay, maybe not) I ask "So, how many miles have you done today?"
I'm thinking he would say, maybe 100 yards. Or a quarter mile. Instead this guy, who is sprinting fast, and beating me on my beautiful bike, says, "I just checked. I'm at about eight miles." Aww come on man. Now it is time for me to fold the tent, figuratively. He says, "I run for my college team, and today is distance day. Figured I'd get a workout in." The only thing I could think to ask, "Well, are you very good?" "They say I am" was his answer, as he sped away, leaving me behind to wallow in my pain and embarrassment of getting walloped by a runner.
I would have asked more, but I didn't want to know. He could be that he is a young kid at a D3 school, who works part time at McDonalds, and runs track for fun, who is pretty good. But not In my mind's eye. To me he is an All-American getting ready for the Olympics, to race Kenyans and Ethiopians. That's what gets me through the might, so please don't tell me the truth.
We also went riding last Sunday, and it was great. Did another 10-15 miles. I did make darn sure that I wouldn't get passed by any runners. I did it in two ways. First, I rode faster and harder. I really didn't stop to look at cars on blocks, or chase dogs. And second, anytime I saw a runner, I turned the other way. No need to go through that humiliation again.
Back Thursday with another Person of the Week
We will talk soon
Jeff
Top Ten List
They say when you get older, you turn into your parents. When we were younger, we thought it would be impossible, but as we have gotten older, we notice that there may be some degree of truth to it. How do I know? Well here are ten reason why, we turn into our parents. (Now if MY parents are reading this...)
10. I find my self scolding the dog more. Just like my dad. HK has to tell me that, hey they're dogs. They will bark, and sniff. Then she rolls her eyes. She does that a lot.
9. Talk about the old times. "I know what happens here. Richie goes to Fonzie, who helps him get a date with the cheerleader. And he will call Potsie and Ralph nerds. AYYYYYY."
8. Don't recognize and of the music on the radio. "That's who? DZACWXYZ Master DJKLM?"
7. You go to the Doctor a lot. A whole lot. (Ten visits, and the eleventh is free).
6. It is an evolutionary process. As one gets older, they go for bigger automobiles. Then in middle age, it moves on to smaller, more efficient cars. In my case, I owned a Lincoln and a BMW. Then it was an Acura, with it's great gas mileage. Now, it's a Kia, that is even more fuel efficient.
5. Suddenly going to an event is more about beating traffic and fighting crowds, then it is the actual concert, movie or ballgame.
4. The first thing that we read in the newspaper are the obituaries. Then the crossword puzzle.
3. "All right, my AARP card is here.." Okay, that's still a few years off, but I'm getting the nightmares now." ("You can't send me an AARP card. I'm not that old. I know the BMW is gone, and I drive a Kia, but still.").
2. You can remember who made a touchdown in a high school football game in 1978, but quick now, where is the TV remote? Your car keys?
And finally the number one reason that we are turning into our parents.
1. A night out on the town involves a trip to Dairy Queen.
Back Tuesday with another So as I was Saying essay.
We will talk soon
Jeff
10. I find my self scolding the dog more. Just like my dad. HK has to tell me that, hey they're dogs. They will bark, and sniff. Then she rolls her eyes. She does that a lot.
9. Talk about the old times. "I know what happens here. Richie goes to Fonzie, who helps him get a date with the cheerleader. And he will call Potsie and Ralph nerds. AYYYYYY."
8. Don't recognize and of the music on the radio. "That's who? DZACWXYZ Master DJKLM?"
7. You go to the Doctor a lot. A whole lot. (Ten visits, and the eleventh is free).
6. It is an evolutionary process. As one gets older, they go for bigger automobiles. Then in middle age, it moves on to smaller, more efficient cars. In my case, I owned a Lincoln and a BMW. Then it was an Acura, with it's great gas mileage. Now, it's a Kia, that is even more fuel efficient.
5. Suddenly going to an event is more about beating traffic and fighting crowds, then it is the actual concert, movie or ballgame.
4. The first thing that we read in the newspaper are the obituaries. Then the crossword puzzle.
3. "All right, my AARP card is here.." Okay, that's still a few years off, but I'm getting the nightmares now." ("You can't send me an AARP card. I'm not that old. I know the BMW is gone, and I drive a Kia, but still.").
2. You can remember who made a touchdown in a high school football game in 1978, but quick now, where is the TV remote? Your car keys?
And finally the number one reason that we are turning into our parents.
1. A night out on the town involves a trip to Dairy Queen.
Back Tuesday with another So as I was Saying essay.
We will talk soon
Jeff
Person of the Week
I have a question, and if you get the answer to this, you have way, way too much time on your hands. What is the fifth most dangerous activity you can do in your kitchen? Quick...How about slicing up a finger while cutting a bagel? ("I'll take kitchen dangers for 100, Alex.") If that is was your guess, you would be correct. And we have Murray Lender to thank for that.
Actually it was Lender's dad, Harry, who started in the bagel business. He emigrated to the U.S. from Poland, and brought with him the old country secrets of baking the concoction (for lack of a better word. He tried to make a go of it in New York, but union problems forced him to move his operations to New Haven, Connecticut. He also developed a technique that would freeze the 'white bread with a hole', which would allow it to be shipped anywhere in the country. That revolutionized the entire bagel industry, and went along way into making it a staple on breakfast tables everywhere.
If Murray Lender was anything, he was a great visionary and salesman. He understood and grasped the new technologies, which would eventually lead to the production of over 2500 bagels per hour, over 750 million a year. It goes without saying, that's a lot of lox and creamed cheese.
As CEO of 'Lender's Bagel Bakery' Murray spent a great deal of time on the road promoting his product. He appeared on the Carson show (Okay, use the correct name, 'The Tonight Show'), to extoll the benefits of his products. When the world started turning to healthier cuisine, it was Lender who convinced one and all, that his food had a more nutritional value than other items. He even went as far as being one of the first products labeling the ingredients on the packaging.
It must've worked as now, bagels are part of our culture. You can buy one at almost every street corner, or a Lender frozen at every supermarket. For that, we make Murray Lender our Person of the Week. I don't know about you, but I'm starving.
We will talk soon...Sunday with still another Top Ten List
Jeff
Actually it was Lender's dad, Harry, who started in the bagel business. He emigrated to the U.S. from Poland, and brought with him the old country secrets of baking the concoction (for lack of a better word. He tried to make a go of it in New York, but union problems forced him to move his operations to New Haven, Connecticut. He also developed a technique that would freeze the 'white bread with a hole', which would allow it to be shipped anywhere in the country. That revolutionized the entire bagel industry, and went along way into making it a staple on breakfast tables everywhere.
If Murray Lender was anything, he was a great visionary and salesman. He understood and grasped the new technologies, which would eventually lead to the production of over 2500 bagels per hour, over 750 million a year. It goes without saying, that's a lot of lox and creamed cheese.
As CEO of 'Lender's Bagel Bakery' Murray spent a great deal of time on the road promoting his product. He appeared on the Carson show (Okay, use the correct name, 'The Tonight Show'), to extoll the benefits of his products. When the world started turning to healthier cuisine, it was Lender who convinced one and all, that his food had a more nutritional value than other items. He even went as far as being one of the first products labeling the ingredients on the packaging.
It must've worked as now, bagels are part of our culture. You can buy one at almost every street corner, or a Lender frozen at every supermarket. For that, we make Murray Lender our Person of the Week. I don't know about you, but I'm starving.
We will talk soon...Sunday with still another Top Ten List
Jeff
So as I was Saying
Tonight, just for fun, we are going to use a different format. Just a few little snipets of thoughts, and updates from some of our previous stories.
Our kitchen remodel is about done. There are a couple of small things left, and it looks great. HK is looking for some other rooms to tear apart. I can hardly wait (right). That said, I haven't dropped any more dry wall on her head. By the way, she loves the drill I got her for Valentine's Day. I may have dropped to fourth on her list, behind her two dogs, boat, and now, the drill. I kind of wonder, that if there is a fire, would she grab it, and leave me to fend for myself? I know the answer to that.
I actually went to a back into a karaoke bar the other night. A couple of people, whom I haven't seen in a while, and thought I died (if I had a nickle for every time I heard that). So I went in, shook a few hands, sang a song and went home. The rumors have been put to rest. In case anyone asks, I'm alive. Actually I feel better than I have for many years.
A while back, I told you the story of this old cowboy looking guy who sang, and his wife, who stole everything from everybody. One night, she went as far as stealing the heat grates from the ladies room. Well, the other night at the karaoke bar, they were there. Just sitting there, while grass was growing around him (that's figurative). He could see me now, as his macular degeneration was mis-diagnosed, another thing which I wonder about. His wife was looking around seeing what she could steal. I held onto my billfold with both hands.
Speaking of nut cases, my Christmas story about my ex-girlfriend with the broken vacuum cleaner spot on the rug, got a laugh from many of you. My buddy Omar ran into her the other day, and found out that she married for the third time, and is living in a small town in the middle of nowhere. Her husband doesn't let her go out, for good reason. My other guess would be, she still doesn't have a vacuum.
I also ran into the ex-girlfriend who wouldn't let anyone see her eat. She was at a restaurant, and (you guessed it), sitting in front of a glass of water. No soup for her. She has serious problems.
Another woman I dated for a while that I talked to you about, was the one that never left her house because she was afraid of running into an ex-boyfriend. No go on her, haven't seen her in years. I figure she is still in her basement with the covers pulled over her head, and still worried that she will see him. The funny thing was, it was he that did the dumping, and never talked to her again. She keeps thinking he is coming back.
Spring means a couple of things, that I appreciate. Bike riding, chili cook-offs, and deviled eggs. I told you the story a while back, about being a judge at the state chili cook off. It has been a long while, but I still haven't been asked back. It may have something to do with not leaving the table until all the chili was gone. Hey, they said we can eat or drink all we wanted, but if we left the table, we were done. They didn't expect me to sit there for two days. They made the rules, not me.
We all know what I think of deviled eggs. Right up there with hot dogs. Correction, nothing is up there with hot dogs.
HK and I got our bikes out the other day. We rode them for 14 miles or so. At the end, I was hurting, but my bike had to feel like the horse at the end of the movie True Grit. (Doesn't matter if it's the John Wayne or the Jeff Bridges version. The horse has the same ending).
The bagpipes that were in my trunk for a while, are gone. I was at a party a while back, and made an off handed statement about having them. This fellow walked up, and asked if he could buy them. I told him to go home, sober up, and decide if he still wanted them. He did.
And yes, my dry spell continues. I am now at 32 years and counting from the last time I won money from an NCAA Bracket. This year after Duke lost, I told HK to throw it in the fireplace. I'm tied for 48th place.
Back Thursday with another Person of the Week.
We will talk soon
Jeff
Our kitchen remodel is about done. There are a couple of small things left, and it looks great. HK is looking for some other rooms to tear apart. I can hardly wait (right). That said, I haven't dropped any more dry wall on her head. By the way, she loves the drill I got her for Valentine's Day. I may have dropped to fourth on her list, behind her two dogs, boat, and now, the drill. I kind of wonder, that if there is a fire, would she grab it, and leave me to fend for myself? I know the answer to that.
I actually went to a back into a karaoke bar the other night. A couple of people, whom I haven't seen in a while, and thought I died (if I had a nickle for every time I heard that). So I went in, shook a few hands, sang a song and went home. The rumors have been put to rest. In case anyone asks, I'm alive. Actually I feel better than I have for many years.
A while back, I told you the story of this old cowboy looking guy who sang, and his wife, who stole everything from everybody. One night, she went as far as stealing the heat grates from the ladies room. Well, the other night at the karaoke bar, they were there. Just sitting there, while grass was growing around him (that's figurative). He could see me now, as his macular degeneration was mis-diagnosed, another thing which I wonder about. His wife was looking around seeing what she could steal. I held onto my billfold with both hands.
Speaking of nut cases, my Christmas story about my ex-girlfriend with the broken vacuum cleaner spot on the rug, got a laugh from many of you. My buddy Omar ran into her the other day, and found out that she married for the third time, and is living in a small town in the middle of nowhere. Her husband doesn't let her go out, for good reason. My other guess would be, she still doesn't have a vacuum.
I also ran into the ex-girlfriend who wouldn't let anyone see her eat. She was at a restaurant, and (you guessed it), sitting in front of a glass of water. No soup for her. She has serious problems.
Another woman I dated for a while that I talked to you about, was the one that never left her house because she was afraid of running into an ex-boyfriend. No go on her, haven't seen her in years. I figure she is still in her basement with the covers pulled over her head, and still worried that she will see him. The funny thing was, it was he that did the dumping, and never talked to her again. She keeps thinking he is coming back.
Spring means a couple of things, that I appreciate. Bike riding, chili cook-offs, and deviled eggs. I told you the story a while back, about being a judge at the state chili cook off. It has been a long while, but I still haven't been asked back. It may have something to do with not leaving the table until all the chili was gone. Hey, they said we can eat or drink all we wanted, but if we left the table, we were done. They didn't expect me to sit there for two days. They made the rules, not me.
We all know what I think of deviled eggs. Right up there with hot dogs. Correction, nothing is up there with hot dogs.
HK and I got our bikes out the other day. We rode them for 14 miles or so. At the end, I was hurting, but my bike had to feel like the horse at the end of the movie True Grit. (Doesn't matter if it's the John Wayne or the Jeff Bridges version. The horse has the same ending).
The bagpipes that were in my trunk for a while, are gone. I was at a party a while back, and made an off handed statement about having them. This fellow walked up, and asked if he could buy them. I told him to go home, sober up, and decide if he still wanted them. He did.
And yes, my dry spell continues. I am now at 32 years and counting from the last time I won money from an NCAA Bracket. This year after Duke lost, I told HK to throw it in the fireplace. I'm tied for 48th place.
Back Thursday with another Person of the Week.
We will talk soon
Jeff
Top Ten List
It's time to complain. There is some stuff that I want to talk about. Granted maybe it's just me, as I have been on a short fuse for a week or so. Or maybe it's them. Anyway here are ten things that go a long way to push me over the edge.
10. People who insist they 'need to rest,' but they really have no reason to. You know the type I'm talking about. The only thing they do for the entire day, is wake up. Then they complain about how 'tired' they are, and they got to relax. I'm not talking about an elderly person, or even someone who is a bit 'leftover' from the night before. This is about the people who are lazy, and won't do anything.
9. Is there a reason that motorcycle owners will spend thousands of dollars on a bike, that doesn't have a muffler? If it does, it sure doesn't sound like it. Hey if a guy wants to ride, that fine, to each his own. But why is it, that I have to hear the engine scream for blocks? If it were a car, there would be tickets issued. I think it just that they just want us to stop and say, "Owww, a motorcycle.."
8. An oldie but goodie. People who tie up the line at McDonalds, and don't know what they want. Are you kidding me? The boys at the arches spend millions showing us their menu, not only in advertising, but with pictures posted in the store (of course the pictures really don't look like the food, but that is a different story for a different day). So how can someone not know. The other day, the guy in front of me took ten minutes to decide what he wanted, then he threw a fit when they wouldn't give him free water. Finally they opened up another register. Come on man, do some research, know what you're getting. Who wants to spend time behind a guy who can't decide between a Big Mac, or a quarter pounder with cheese (or as they say in the movie Pulp Fiction 'a Royale with cheese). No me. I need to go somewhere and rest.
7. Siri. You know, the computer voice from the Iphone? They advertise that you need to make a request, and Siri will 'get right on it.' Ever see it work? "Siri. please find me a good Chinese restaurant?" More often than not it's, "I'm sorry, I can't process that request. I'm not available now." It must be a union thing.
6. 5K bar run. I actually went to one last week and to be honest, it was fun. But a facebook friend pointed something out to me. "5K run, and a bar crawl? How does that work?" Basically, it was about runners and drinkers. And a few runners who became drinkers. I had absolutely no intention of running.
5. People who do stupid things, then expect us all to be party to their dumbness. Last week, I went to a sporting event in St. Louis. While I was standing there, this fellow (that we had never met) came over to where my group was, leaves his briefcase on a table, then walks away. He didn't just go to a water fountain or restroom, but he was gone 45 minutes or so. Now in this post 9/11 world, you just don't leave stuff laying around. As to be expected security came by, and asked us if we knew who owned it. Of course none of us knew his name, and if he was coming back, so they took it. Finally when the guy does return, he asked if we had seen his briefcase? Huh? Then the guy got mad because we didn't hold on to it for him. We sent him to security, and it was returned to him. Then he came back and apologized to us. I'm not real sure what he expected.
4. I heard this on the radio the other day, and it make sense. People who are stupid, are usually to stupid to know how dumb they really are. If someone doesn't 'get it' they are usually to dumb to know it, so why waste your time trying to explain things? Since I started doing to this, I've been a whole lot happier. ("You don't understand? That's okay, no need to explain..").
3. Politicians who pretend they know sports, but don't anything about them. Then they say something totally stupid trying to convince people they are just like us, and how they worry about the games we play. A couple of points to, this. One, politicians are not like us, and hopefully will never be. Two, they will say anything to get us to vote for them. And three, some politicians are what I am talking about in number four above.
2. Bad drivers. You know what I'm talking about. They cut you off, then stop in front of you. Or they get into the speed lane, and slow down. How about how when they speed up when you try to pass them? Come on man, this is not Talladega.
And finally the number one thing that is annoying...
1. Those dot things that are supposed to replace ice cream. They have been saying that for 50 years, and the fact is, we like ice cream better. I think the only place you can get those things are amusement parks, malls and sports arenas.
See you Tuesday with another So as I was Saying essay.
We will talk soon
Jeff
10. People who insist they 'need to rest,' but they really have no reason to. You know the type I'm talking about. The only thing they do for the entire day, is wake up. Then they complain about how 'tired' they are, and they got to relax. I'm not talking about an elderly person, or even someone who is a bit 'leftover' from the night before. This is about the people who are lazy, and won't do anything.
9. Is there a reason that motorcycle owners will spend thousands of dollars on a bike, that doesn't have a muffler? If it does, it sure doesn't sound like it. Hey if a guy wants to ride, that fine, to each his own. But why is it, that I have to hear the engine scream for blocks? If it were a car, there would be tickets issued. I think it just that they just want us to stop and say, "Owww, a motorcycle.."
8. An oldie but goodie. People who tie up the line at McDonalds, and don't know what they want. Are you kidding me? The boys at the arches spend millions showing us their menu, not only in advertising, but with pictures posted in the store (of course the pictures really don't look like the food, but that is a different story for a different day). So how can someone not know. The other day, the guy in front of me took ten minutes to decide what he wanted, then he threw a fit when they wouldn't give him free water. Finally they opened up another register. Come on man, do some research, know what you're getting. Who wants to spend time behind a guy who can't decide between a Big Mac, or a quarter pounder with cheese (or as they say in the movie Pulp Fiction 'a Royale with cheese). No me. I need to go somewhere and rest.
7. Siri. You know, the computer voice from the Iphone? They advertise that you need to make a request, and Siri will 'get right on it.' Ever see it work? "Siri. please find me a good Chinese restaurant?" More often than not it's, "I'm sorry, I can't process that request. I'm not available now." It must be a union thing.
6. 5K bar run. I actually went to one last week and to be honest, it was fun. But a facebook friend pointed something out to me. "5K run, and a bar crawl? How does that work?" Basically, it was about runners and drinkers. And a few runners who became drinkers. I had absolutely no intention of running.
5. People who do stupid things, then expect us all to be party to their dumbness. Last week, I went to a sporting event in St. Louis. While I was standing there, this fellow (that we had never met) came over to where my group was, leaves his briefcase on a table, then walks away. He didn't just go to a water fountain or restroom, but he was gone 45 minutes or so. Now in this post 9/11 world, you just don't leave stuff laying around. As to be expected security came by, and asked us if we knew who owned it. Of course none of us knew his name, and if he was coming back, so they took it. Finally when the guy does return, he asked if we had seen his briefcase? Huh? Then the guy got mad because we didn't hold on to it for him. We sent him to security, and it was returned to him. Then he came back and apologized to us. I'm not real sure what he expected.
4. I heard this on the radio the other day, and it make sense. People who are stupid, are usually to stupid to know how dumb they really are. If someone doesn't 'get it' they are usually to dumb to know it, so why waste your time trying to explain things? Since I started doing to this, I've been a whole lot happier. ("You don't understand? That's okay, no need to explain..").
3. Politicians who pretend they know sports, but don't anything about them. Then they say something totally stupid trying to convince people they are just like us, and how they worry about the games we play. A couple of points to, this. One, politicians are not like us, and hopefully will never be. Two, they will say anything to get us to vote for them. And three, some politicians are what I am talking about in number four above.
2. Bad drivers. You know what I'm talking about. They cut you off, then stop in front of you. Or they get into the speed lane, and slow down. How about how when they speed up when you try to pass them? Come on man, this is not Talladega.
And finally the number one thing that is annoying...
1. Those dot things that are supposed to replace ice cream. They have been saying that for 50 years, and the fact is, we like ice cream better. I think the only place you can get those things are amusement parks, malls and sports arenas.
See you Tuesday with another So as I was Saying essay.
We will talk soon
Jeff
Person of the Week
This has been one of those weeks, and definitely one of those days. I just can't think of anyone to honor as Person of the Week. No one at all.
I do have rules and standards for this space. They have never been talked about here, but I will tonight, just for fun. And the fact that I have some time to kill. There are certain things and people that I will not give the award to. No Politics, or politicians. As much as I like a good debate,it becomes a slippery slope when we getting into discussions of that nature. There are those who are a whole lot smarter than I am, who discuss that kind of thing.
The only thing worse to talk about than politics, is religion. Not to disparage anyone's views, I just don't feel it is appropriate to bring that up in this space, so I don't.
On occasion, I will have some sports figures as Person of the Week though I try to keep it to a minimum. This site isn't all about sports, it's about having fun. And though we may enjoy the games we play, there are literally 20 billion sites that are devoted to it. Maybe 21 billion.
So back to my dilemma, whom do I write about? Person of the week is every Thursday, it's my deal and my responsibility to have someone lined up. I just got to put more thought into it.
(nothing)
(nothing)
Nothing, wait a minute. I just got it. It came to me, as I was sitting here watching TV. My favorite show is on, the one that I quote in this space all the time. The only program in the history of television that was devoted to absolutely nothing. Seinfeld, of course, what else can it be.
The show of Jerry, Elaine, George and Kramer. Yada, Yada and the Soup Nazi. Master of your own domain, and the urban sombrero. Hello Newman, and the anti-dentite. Monks diner, and the face painter.
I can go on, but you get my point. Because I had nothing in my head, Jerry Seinfeld is our Person of the Week. (Got you, didn't I)
We will talk soon, on Sunday with a Top Ten List.
Jeff
I do have rules and standards for this space. They have never been talked about here, but I will tonight, just for fun. And the fact that I have some time to kill. There are certain things and people that I will not give the award to. No Politics, or politicians. As much as I like a good debate,it becomes a slippery slope when we getting into discussions of that nature. There are those who are a whole lot smarter than I am, who discuss that kind of thing.
The only thing worse to talk about than politics, is religion. Not to disparage anyone's views, I just don't feel it is appropriate to bring that up in this space, so I don't.
On occasion, I will have some sports figures as Person of the Week though I try to keep it to a minimum. This site isn't all about sports, it's about having fun. And though we may enjoy the games we play, there are literally 20 billion sites that are devoted to it. Maybe 21 billion.
So back to my dilemma, whom do I write about? Person of the week is every Thursday, it's my deal and my responsibility to have someone lined up. I just got to put more thought into it.
(nothing)
(nothing)
Nothing, wait a minute. I just got it. It came to me, as I was sitting here watching TV. My favorite show is on, the one that I quote in this space all the time. The only program in the history of television that was devoted to absolutely nothing. Seinfeld, of course, what else can it be.
The show of Jerry, Elaine, George and Kramer. Yada, Yada and the Soup Nazi. Master of your own domain, and the urban sombrero. Hello Newman, and the anti-dentite. Monks diner, and the face painter.
I can go on, but you get my point. Because I had nothing in my head, Jerry Seinfeld is our Person of the Week. (Got you, didn't I)
We will talk soon, on Sunday with a Top Ten List.
Jeff
So as I was Saying
This past weekend, I was off to St. Louis to view a sporting event (the NCAA wrestling tournament). It was a great time, but as always with, there were a few minor pratfalls, but nothing too serious. I'm still on top of the dirt, which is always positive.
It started out Friday night, right after I arrived in town. I called a friend of mine, to find out where we would meet. He knew the name of the place, but didn't have the address or directions. nd of course, I forgot to use Google Maps, but I figure, sooner or later, I'd find it. Finally after my third call, he asked a waitress for the address and cross streets.
Now at this point, it should have occurred to me that it has been many years since I was downtown St. Louis and wasn't too familiar with the streets. It was easy, I think. I may have ran over a handsome cab but hey, if I had a nickle for every time I have hit a horse and buggy, I could have afforded a cab.
Remember the TV show from the 1970's, Starsky and Hutch? In the opening, as Starsky is driving his cherry red Ford Torino down a one-way street the wrong way, Hutch asks him if had 'seen the arrows' to which Starsky replied "I didn't see the Indians." Been there, done that. And I didn't see the Indians either.
Finally, I found the street, and parked. Then start walking. I go down two blocks this way, turn left go a couple blocks that way, turn left again, ask directions. Back to walking and end up at the wrong place. (Naww man, this is TGIFridays. The place you want is down the street a couple of blocks) Finally, I get there, though I'm not quite sure how. Then look up, and across the street, and through a park, maybe 100 yards away, is my car. Instead of wandering around for what seemed like forever, I could have been there in two minutes, and that would be after waiting for a busted up handsome cab to pass. How did that happen?
But at the restaurant, and things got a lot better. My buddy was at the bar, and as I walked in, the guy next to him got up and walked out. So, I am in the place 30 seconds, in front of 100 people waiting, and I get a seat at the bar. Cool. Then it gets better. Just I get seated, the waitress puts a plate of crab legs in front of me. Gotta love this town.
It never occurred to her that I didn't order them, but it did the bar manager. She walked over and told the waitress that they belonged to the guy who just left, and started to pull them back. "Whoa, hang on," was my response. "I've been driving five hours, I'll take them. Throw them on my bill and get out of the way, I'm ready to eat." The manager nodded put them in front of me. But she didn't leave the bill. But, I was too busy to notice.
Quite honestly, I'm not very good at crab legs. They are hard to break, and it seems like they are a whole lot of work for what food you get. But, be it that as it may, it's not stopping me. The manager walks by, and I inquire about the bill. ("Hey, what did I pay for these, by the way"). She told me that "You've done us a favor. We have to account for everything we throw away. Since you're taking them, we get out of doing a ton of paperwork. They're on us." Oh man. It doesn't get any better than that.
Which made almost running out of gas that much easier. That happened on I-70. The back story is, (and it does get me through the night) I just bought a new car, and am not used to where the gas gauge is. (Actually if you know me, that makes sense). So I'm tooling along, when it occurs to me to check, to see how much gas was left. Let's just say it is a good thing I remembered to check. There was a nice BP Station in the 'lower' part of town, that took car of it nicely. It really wasn't the best place to be on a warm Friday at 11:00 pm. After I got my gas, the manager made sure I knew where I was going. ("Hey dude, you DO know how get to the freeway, right?"). It may have been the guy from Vacation who gave Clark Griswold directions when he got lost. Of course I wasn't lost.
Saturday and St. Patrick's Day, found downtown St. Louis full of people attending the parade, or running in a marathon, and there was some horse show going on. On the Metro Link train, I sat next to a guy dressed like Henry VIII. He was off to some Renaissance fair. At least that's what I was hoping.
Thing is, what happens when of these plans, what happens when it rains and storms? You have a huge mess and people everywhere, believe me. For me, it wasn't an issue, I popped into Mike Shannon's Restaurant for a 'pop' or two. And no, I didn't get it free. They made up for the free crab legs at the other place the night before.
Back Thursday with another Person of the Week
We will talk soon
Jeff
It started out Friday night, right after I arrived in town. I called a friend of mine, to find out where we would meet. He knew the name of the place, but didn't have the address or directions. nd of course, I forgot to use Google Maps, but I figure, sooner or later, I'd find it. Finally after my third call, he asked a waitress for the address and cross streets.
Now at this point, it should have occurred to me that it has been many years since I was downtown St. Louis and wasn't too familiar with the streets. It was easy, I think. I may have ran over a handsome cab but hey, if I had a nickle for every time I have hit a horse and buggy, I could have afforded a cab.
Remember the TV show from the 1970's, Starsky and Hutch? In the opening, as Starsky is driving his cherry red Ford Torino down a one-way street the wrong way, Hutch asks him if had 'seen the arrows' to which Starsky replied "I didn't see the Indians." Been there, done that. And I didn't see the Indians either.
Finally, I found the street, and parked. Then start walking. I go down two blocks this way, turn left go a couple blocks that way, turn left again, ask directions. Back to walking and end up at the wrong place. (Naww man, this is TGIFridays. The place you want is down the street a couple of blocks) Finally, I get there, though I'm not quite sure how. Then look up, and across the street, and through a park, maybe 100 yards away, is my car. Instead of wandering around for what seemed like forever, I could have been there in two minutes, and that would be after waiting for a busted up handsome cab to pass. How did that happen?
But at the restaurant, and things got a lot better. My buddy was at the bar, and as I walked in, the guy next to him got up and walked out. So, I am in the place 30 seconds, in front of 100 people waiting, and I get a seat at the bar. Cool. Then it gets better. Just I get seated, the waitress puts a plate of crab legs in front of me. Gotta love this town.
It never occurred to her that I didn't order them, but it did the bar manager. She walked over and told the waitress that they belonged to the guy who just left, and started to pull them back. "Whoa, hang on," was my response. "I've been driving five hours, I'll take them. Throw them on my bill and get out of the way, I'm ready to eat." The manager nodded put them in front of me. But she didn't leave the bill. But, I was too busy to notice.
Quite honestly, I'm not very good at crab legs. They are hard to break, and it seems like they are a whole lot of work for what food you get. But, be it that as it may, it's not stopping me. The manager walks by, and I inquire about the bill. ("Hey, what did I pay for these, by the way"). She told me that "You've done us a favor. We have to account for everything we throw away. Since you're taking them, we get out of doing a ton of paperwork. They're on us." Oh man. It doesn't get any better than that.
Which made almost running out of gas that much easier. That happened on I-70. The back story is, (and it does get me through the night) I just bought a new car, and am not used to where the gas gauge is. (Actually if you know me, that makes sense). So I'm tooling along, when it occurs to me to check, to see how much gas was left. Let's just say it is a good thing I remembered to check. There was a nice BP Station in the 'lower' part of town, that took car of it nicely. It really wasn't the best place to be on a warm Friday at 11:00 pm. After I got my gas, the manager made sure I knew where I was going. ("Hey dude, you DO know how get to the freeway, right?"). It may have been the guy from Vacation who gave Clark Griswold directions when he got lost. Of course I wasn't lost.
Saturday and St. Patrick's Day, found downtown St. Louis full of people attending the parade, or running in a marathon, and there was some horse show going on. On the Metro Link train, I sat next to a guy dressed like Henry VIII. He was off to some Renaissance fair. At least that's what I was hoping.
Thing is, what happens when of these plans, what happens when it rains and storms? You have a huge mess and people everywhere, believe me. For me, it wasn't an issue, I popped into Mike Shannon's Restaurant for a 'pop' or two. And no, I didn't get it free. They made up for the free crab legs at the other place the night before.
Back Thursday with another Person of the Week
We will talk soon
Jeff
Top Ten List
I love St. Patrick's Day, as it one of our great holidays. The day in which the world becomes Irish for 24 hours. It is almost the official opening of spring, and it seems like that the world is ready for a party, and usually the 17th of March is perfect. For tonight's Top Ten List, here are reasons why the Irish are cool.
10. Bagpipes. I still have a set in my trunk if anyone is interested.
9. Bono's glasses. Granted they are ugly, but admit it. Deep down you have a desire to own the same sunglasses that lead singer for U2 wears. Actually, I'm not sure where you can even buy a pair. Never once have I seen them at my favorite, neighborhood optical dispensary. Not to change the subject, but a guy a know, about a week ago told me he didn't realize that Bono had died. No, he's not dead, was my accurate response. My buddy's answer, and I swear to this, "I thought I heard that Sonny Bono was killed in a ski accident." He really doesn't get out much.
8. Speaking of Bono, lets give a shout out to great Irish music. There has been a lot of great singers and groups from the Emerald Isle. In addition to U2 (and the very much alive Bono), I have also have a lot of the Chieftains on my Ipod. How about the music that was played in the lower part of the ship in the movie Titanic? That was kind of cool. There is a lot of great music coming out of there.
7. Do they still do that dancing where no one moves their arms? Remember a few years ago, when that was the hottest tour in show business? Heck, second balcony tickets were running 500 bucks. Now we can't even remember what it is called.
What a minute, I remember, it's Riverdance. My, how the mighty have fallen.
6. Funny looking hats. I got one (made in Ireland) that is so strange, it's kind of cool. Makes me look like a caddy at the Dublin Municipal Golf Course. People have tried to buy it from me, but no way. It's not going anywhere. I love that thing. Green twill.
5. Speaking of golf, aren't they the ones responsible for ruining a good walk? Or was it the Scots? You know, I am a great drought golfer, since I usually find water very well on golf course. This past summer, I put three three balls in the drink on one hole. I felt like Costner in Tin Cup. I would've blamed the Irish, except that is my heritage. So it's the Scots fault. Maybe if I would have had been wearing my hat it would have been different.
4. Lucky Charms cereal. So magically delicious.
3. Notre Dame Fighting Irish football. Shake down the thunder.
2. Guinness black and tan beer and Old Bushmills whiskey. The Irish, gotta love them.
And finally, the number one thing that is cool about the Irish...
1. You can get cheap reuben sandwiches at any St. Patrick's Day Parade. Wash it down with a green beer, while discussing the Green Bay Packers.
I hope you had a great St. Patrick's Day, I know I did. Back Tuesday with another So as I was Saying essay.
We will talk soon
Jeff
10. Bagpipes. I still have a set in my trunk if anyone is interested.
9. Bono's glasses. Granted they are ugly, but admit it. Deep down you have a desire to own the same sunglasses that lead singer for U2 wears. Actually, I'm not sure where you can even buy a pair. Never once have I seen them at my favorite, neighborhood optical dispensary. Not to change the subject, but a guy a know, about a week ago told me he didn't realize that Bono had died. No, he's not dead, was my accurate response. My buddy's answer, and I swear to this, "I thought I heard that Sonny Bono was killed in a ski accident." He really doesn't get out much.
8. Speaking of Bono, lets give a shout out to great Irish music. There has been a lot of great singers and groups from the Emerald Isle. In addition to U2 (and the very much alive Bono), I have also have a lot of the Chieftains on my Ipod. How about the music that was played in the lower part of the ship in the movie Titanic? That was kind of cool. There is a lot of great music coming out of there.
7. Do they still do that dancing where no one moves their arms? Remember a few years ago, when that was the hottest tour in show business? Heck, second balcony tickets were running 500 bucks. Now we can't even remember what it is called.
What a minute, I remember, it's Riverdance. My, how the mighty have fallen.
6. Funny looking hats. I got one (made in Ireland) that is so strange, it's kind of cool. Makes me look like a caddy at the Dublin Municipal Golf Course. People have tried to buy it from me, but no way. It's not going anywhere. I love that thing. Green twill.
5. Speaking of golf, aren't they the ones responsible for ruining a good walk? Or was it the Scots? You know, I am a great drought golfer, since I usually find water very well on golf course. This past summer, I put three three balls in the drink on one hole. I felt like Costner in Tin Cup. I would've blamed the Irish, except that is my heritage. So it's the Scots fault. Maybe if I would have had been wearing my hat it would have been different.
4. Lucky Charms cereal. So magically delicious.
3. Notre Dame Fighting Irish football. Shake down the thunder.
2. Guinness black and tan beer and Old Bushmills whiskey. The Irish, gotta love them.
And finally, the number one thing that is cool about the Irish...
1. You can get cheap reuben sandwiches at any St. Patrick's Day Parade. Wash it down with a green beer, while discussing the Green Bay Packers.
I hope you had a great St. Patrick's Day, I know I did. Back Tuesday with another So as I was Saying essay.
We will talk soon
Jeff
