Oh Christmas Tree
I was giving the boys a bath last night and like I often do, I sit in the bathroom after I scrub the dirt, mud, paint, asphalt, tar, oil, magic marker, glue, grease, sand, sap and food off of them. Since they are 3 and 20 months, I can’t leave them alone to play in the tub, so I grab a book or magazine and sit and talk to them and make sure at least half the water stays in the tub.
So last night I decided to grab my harmonica and play for a while, to sort of offer free music with their bath. I’ve had it for years and the only thing I can play well is the standard Southern confederate song that sounds perfect on a harmonica, Dixie Land. You know the song…
“O I wish I was in land of cotton where old times there are not forgotten LOOK AWAY…LOOK AWAY…LOOK AWAY…Dixie land”.
It’s a great song and reminds me of the Clint Eastwood movie The Outlaw Josey Wales.
Anyway, I decided to branch out...
Anyway, I decided to branch out from a good ol’ southern tune and tried different Christmas songs. Since I recently heard a funny NPR skit on Oh Christmas Tree, I gave that a shot. It didn’t go well. Playing a harmonica with any skill is harder than it looks. Or maybe I’m just an idiot. More likely I’m an idiot. Either way it sounded more like random notes than Oh Christmas Tree.
A little while later I was getting the baby dressed and sometimes to get him to stop squirming like a feral cat that is in the grip of a farmer who caught it in his barn, I sing. I sing, he looks at me funny, I sing some more, he keeps looking at me wondering if that awful sound is really coming from that big guy who walks around the house and while he is enchanted, I put his diaper and pajamas on.
Since the Christmas Tree song was in my head, I sang that. Having recently found out that it is a German Christmas carol, and me being from German decent, it was a match made in Germany. But all I knew were the following lyrics…
“Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree, thy leaves are so unchanging.”
So I sang that over and over until even I got sick of it. So I improvised…
“Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree, please put many presents, under for me;
Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree, wait until I get your diaper on, before you pee;
This stupid tree, cost a lot, for something that, in a month will rot;
Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree, my dog used to eat the leaves.”
Then I remembered there is a version with oh Tannenbaum and I thought how strange, a Jewish version of a song about a Christmas tree. But a quick search on Google revealed that Tannenbaum is German for Christmas Tree, with a literal translation of Fir Tree.
And that got me thinking
“Dave, you should know the real words to the entire song. It’s kind of a nice song to sing. Look it up”.
Which I did, again on the web.
First, there are some strange lyrics to this song. One I found had
“O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree!
How are thy leaves so verdant!”
What the hell does ‘verdant’ mean?
Lush, apparently.
Then I found
“Oh Christmas tree, oh christmas tree,
of all the trees most lovely”
So yeah, I guess the Christmas tree is most lovely out of all the Douglas Firs out there. I guess. Not sure. Maybe not. The trees I get at either Home Depot or this corner lot in Randolph are pretty bad. Not exactly Charlie Brown bad, but my neighbor has a nice one in his backyard. Maybe I’ll cut that down. But it IS the most lovely tree in my living room.
Then I came across.
“Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree. Your branches green delight us”
What delights me, and this is just me, are the presents UNDER the tree, not the green. And the smell, I like the smell of a real tree.
“O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree, How steadfast are your branches!”
I’m starting to get discourage. I was looking for “thy leaves are so unchanging”. Steadfast makes me think of a race horse, or an ancient warrior. Or a prince in a fairy tale.
I finally found the lyrics I was used to.
“O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Thy leaves are so unchanging.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Thy leaves are so unchanging.
Not only green when summer's here
But also when 'tis cold and drear.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Thy leaves are so unchanging.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
You fill all hearts with gaiety.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
You fill all hearts with gaiety.
On Christmas Day, you stand so tall,
Affording joy to one and all.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
You fill all hearts with gaiety.”
Ok, couple of things. First, I like it, especially the simplicity of it. Second verse same as the first, that whole thing.
Next, I hate to admit this but I had to look up Gaiety in an online dictionary. Actually, I used function-F7 in Word to get similar words. Jollity, jauntiness, joviality, fun and cheerfulness are all synonymous. After finding the definition, I am full of gaiety.
Finally, I was surprised it basically ended on Christmas day, standing tall and affording joy. My version would end with the tree drying up because I keep forgetting to put water in the base, and vacuuming pine needles every 6 hours, and trying to get that huge plastic bag over the thing on New Year’s Day so I can get it out of the house without leaving millions, and I mean MILLIONS, of pine needles in the path.
Either way, I am not going to memorize these lyrics because making stuff up on the fly is more fun. And while my perceptive 5 year old will tell me I am making stuff up, I doubt my 20 month old cares either way. He’s just busy planning his escape from the changing table while I’m concentrating on lyrics that rhyme.
November 29, 2007
GOP Presidential Debate, Nov 2007
I watched the GOP presidential debate last night. It’s not really a “presidential” debate I guess, because Republican contenders are trying for the spot to RUN for president. Either way, I watched, and it was fun. I thought it was less brutal than the Democratic debates, but I have to admit I didn’t watch all of them cover to cover. Some thoughts
- The two guys on either end of the line up need to drop out. I’ll be honest, I had no idea who they were. For all I knew, they were picked last night from the crowd waiting to get in and told to answer questions. Duncan Hunter has kind of a cool name though, and appropriate since he seems to be a big hunter, starting at the age of 7 months. The other guy from Colorado, Tancredo, was useless and his answer to the Jesus question was really bizarre, although he did what any good politician will do, he responded to a question with what he wanted to say, not with an answer. For those who missed it, one question was if the candidates believed every word of the bible. Tancredo’s response was that he would look to Jesus for guidance. Or maybe it was the other Jesus question. It’s all kind of blurry right now.
- I think Mitt Romney took a lot of shots, but came out looking pretty good. While he looked like he waffles on issues (two issues he just came out and said he changed his mind through the years), he looks presidential, kept his composure, and was articulate with his answers. Unfortunately, I think people will vote for someone because of those qualities and less because of the substance of what he is saying. Overall, Mitt did well I think.
- McCain came out looking good as well. Did he go to Iraq over Thanksgiving? I’m not sure, he only said that on 90% of his answers. And was he in Vietnam? I’m not sure if that was brought up last night either. I like McCain, but he might have missed his chance at being el presidente the last go around, he’s kind of old.
- Ron Paul, poor Ron. I think this guy actually has some valid points of view, but he got hammered last night. Part of it was the idiots in the crowd booing every time he started speaking. Paul is more of a libertarian than a republican, and he didn’t come out of last night looking too good. McCain went at him like a pit bull for some reason. Ron was on the defensive too much with his military position (even though he was in the Air Force during the Vietnam war) and being on the ropes doesn’t look good for anyone.
- Fred Thompson is just an old, cantankerous, grumpy stiff. And I like it. His ad where he attacked Mitt and Giuliani was pretty brutal, but that’s what politics seems to have morphed in to. Thompson is too dour for most people and it showed last night.
- Anderson Cooper is good, and I like him. His mother is Gloria Vanderbilt. We never get to see the human side of news readers and more times than not they have a great personality. I heard a story about Brian Williams once that described him as having a great sense of humor, but you would never get that from watching him read the news on NBC. Same with Anderson Cooper, although his program on CNN allows for more leeway in making stuff up. But last night I think his character showed a little, especially with his “What’s up with that?” question to Thompson after the ad was shown.
- I didn’t like the YouTube format but I think it’s here to stay. Most of the questions were very targeted and specific, which was good. But those questions could have been asked by anyone, not some college kid with a PC camera sitting under a tree on the campus of Penn State. And some of the questions were a waist of time. And who exactly where the people in the audience. I saw some that I knew, like a reporter from the Chicago Times, but they were hooping, holloring and booing like they were at a WWE event.
- Huckabee looked good. He seems genuine, had a sense of humor, was direct on his responses, and gave the best answer to the bible question. I think he is going to become more of a contender, especially since he is fairly conservative and comes from a humble background. He connects with the everyday man. He could be trouble to Mitt and Rudy.
- Giuliani was the center of most of the attacks last night. But I still think he has the best chance because people like his position on crime and security, are fine that he is liberal on some social issues, and think he will be good from a fiscal stand. And what do you expect him to do after the Yanks are knocked out of the playoffs? Anyone who has followed the Yankees and/or lived in NY knows that Giuliani is the biggest Yankee fan in the city. He is a fixture at the games. Dumb question and was made even worse when Romney said the Sox waited 87 years for a World Series, when anyone who is breathing knows its 86 years. Mitt came across as a Pink Hat last night with the Red Sox.
So good debate last night, definitely more entertaining than watching Bones or the UFC reality show. I think they should get rid of those two guys fillers (where was Alan Keyes last night?) and let the big boys knock it around some more.
November 27, 2007
Pushing Daisies, Wonderfalls
I'm a big fan of Pushing Daisies, although I can see it jumping the shark pretty quickly. One of the cool things about the show is that you really don't need to watch any of the previous shows to get it, you can jump right in like picking up a magazine to kill some time on a flight. Plus Kristin Chenoweth is a nice side dish for show, I'll let you google her yourself.
So anyway, if you enjoy TV shows like Pushing Daisies, Northern Exposure, Twin Peaks, and if you have 38 minutes free and don't mind watching TV staring at a computer monitor, check out the link below for a show called Wonderfalls. I think I'll ask Santa for the DVD of the first and only series for Christmas.
Getting back to Pushing Daisies...more thoughts on the show...
- Many of the cast members were on broadway at some point of their careers, so great songs thrown into the mix, including Birdhouse In Your Soul, Hopelessly Devoted To You and Morning Has Broken. What a bunch of lunatics, I love them.
- The Pie Maker, one of the greatest domain names I've ever heard of. I curse myself a thousand times for not thinking of it.
- Lee Pace - who plays Ned - where have you been all my life. Although your eyebrows kind of freak me out.
- Great costumes, very 1950s. And I love the overuse of cleavage. I'm seeing a trend on that aspect with other shows...and I like it.
- The show is a lot of fun right now, but the party can't last. Not sure how they are going to sustain the tempo, but I'm enjoying it while it lasts.
I am very picky with how I spend my TV time, which becomes harder to devote to Dave with my kids getting older, projects around the house pile up, work gets busier and my inexplicable desire to watch anything political on TV is getting worse, so committing to a new show this year was big. I gave a few shows a shot and only this one made the cut. It's not for everyone, and if you hated Edward Scissorhands, then skip this one. But for a great voice over, simple story lines, bright colors and Disneyland-like sets, then this show is for you.
November 26, 2007
Baby Grace
Sometimes the death penalty is too good.
Click here for an article on Baby Grace. Warning, the story is brutal.
November 20, 2007
Conversation with my 3 year old
A conversation with my 3 year old boy earlier today…
Context: We are experimenting with punishment. I started to introduce the concept of taking away toys for a period of time (a day, week) when he does something wrong, and give the toy(s) back when he is better.
Me (while giving him a bath): So Ethan, next time you don’t listen to your mother at the store and run away from her, we are going to take away one of your toys for a few days.
Ethan: Ok
Me: What toy do you want me to take away (yeah, I know, big mistake for asking. Hey, I am new to this). Lincoln Logs, Lighting McQueen and The King, Legos?
Ethan: Take away the Barbie Dolls
Me: Those are your sister’s toys
Ethan: Yeah, take away those
US Fighter Plane from World War 2 Found on Beach in UK
I came across this article about a WW2 plane that crashed on a beach in the UK and only recently surfaced after 65 years. Kind of cool. Makes me want to get a metal detector.
Also read about it here from a British paper/website.
P-38 Found On The Welsh Coast
November 19, 2007
Bird follow up, and a mouse
I got the bird that was trapped in our ventilation system. I opened up an access hole (in the basement) to where you clean up ashes dumped from the fire place on the first floor and standing right there was a blue jay. I grabbed him, with gloves on of course, before he could run away. I brought him upstairs and we are having blue jay wings as an appetizer tonight.
On a separate but related story, a couple of years ago we got Finley the cat because mice would come into our house during the winter. We live near a field, a stream and some woods, and we had mice. Not fun. But once we got Finley, no more mice. Amazing. Then about 9 months ago we got a second cat, Orla, to keep Finley company. Again, no mice. The word got out about our feline gang. But earlier today when I went into the basement to do something, I saw Orla run away with something in her mouth. I pursued and I saw Orlo and Finley standing over a tiny mouse, the little rodent shivering with fear. The cats were playing with it, hopefully putting a scare into it that would send a message throughout the neighborhood not to (expletive deleted) with the Dobrindt house. That mice are definitely NOT welcome and our two cats mean business. What dumb-ass mouse would enter a home with not one but TWO cats anyway? The kind of mouse that deserves an unpleasant end to its pathetic and meaningless life, that’s who. And trust me, we have two very bored cats, who are looking for some real action, not the nonsense toys and balls of string they get on a normal basis. I took the mouse outside and let me just say that it won’t be entering any more homes, at least not in this life time.
For any animal rights activists, if you want to come over and clean my house daily of mice crap, then I’ll let them live. Until then, good old Spencer’s rule applies in my hood.
Dave out.
Bird in our venilation
There’s a bird trapped in our heating system ventilation. I saw him but he got away. I might let one of our cats loose in the duct work to get him.
And yet another pain in the *ss thing I get to spend time working on. Freakin bird, how the heck did he get from the ventilation pipe on the roof all the way to the vent pipe leading out of the furnace. And why can’t the stupid bird just fly UP and away, like birds are supposed to do.
November 17, 2007
Ice Skates
Patti and I moved to Boston in 1998 and each year we grow more and more into New Englanders. Today, the assimilation continued when Patti came back from Play It Again Sports with ice skates for our 5 and 3 year olds. The boy (3) got hockey skates and the girl (5) got white skates, apparently they don’t make ice hockey skates for girls. I have no plans on getting them into this bizarre sub culture of ice hockey that is huge in the Boston area, with 5AM rink times and fights breaking out between fathers (with one getting killed a couple of years ago) and expensive equipment, but teaching kids to skate at a young age is big around here. To be honest, 5 years old is a little late.
It’ll be a good winter activity since not much can happen outside. Our youngest, 2 in January, is still learning how to walk and while that may be a perfect time to get him on skates for many people in our neighborhood, it’s still a little early for us.
And the transition continues from New Yorker to Bostonian.
November 15, 2007
My BlackBerry is MIA
Goodbye BlackBerry, I’ll miss you
Some days I’m the tornado, other days I’m the trailer. Today, I was a 20 year old double wide with thin walls.
I had an early morning dentist appointment so I went to my briefcase, already late, to grab my wallet, cell phone and blackberry. And where my blackberry is usually attached, was nothing. So I looked around real quickly to see if it fell out and nothing. Suddenly, an image of the night before flashed in my mind. I was getting off the Delta Shuttle last night and while walking away from the back steps the TSA guy said to a woman near me that she dropped her phone. She went back to get what looked like a blackberry in a cloth holder, exactly what I lost. I had just used my gadget so I didn’t look to see if it was mine. I used my cell phone on the drive home, which I keep right next to my BB, and then took my laptop out of my briefcase later in the evening so I thought I would have noticed it missing yesterday. And if the woman did pick it up and realized it wasn’t hers, she would have turned it into the guys at the airport, right? But there I was this morning, no stupid blackberry. I don’t even like the thing, I hate gadgets, but am becoming more dependant on it, like Oxycotin or crack. It’s awful.
So anyway, I called the airport and was told to go down there. Ugh. To make a long story short, I ended up at the airport later in the day and it was not at the baggage counter, not in the delta safe, and TSA didn’t have it. It’s not in my truck, and nowhere in the house. It’s gone. So then to make it worse, I called my company’s help desk to have them block email and the phone on it that I never use (I have a separate phone for just making calls, a blackberry for mobile email and web, and yet another for music), and was told I had to open a ticket online. So even though it took me about an hour to hit the right sequence of numbers to actually talk to someone about my blackberry issue, I hung up and went online. And guess what? The site was down. So I called back, listened very carefully since the options have changed, which they seem to change EVERY DAY, hit 3, 3, 2, 6, 8, 1, 3, 1, 1 and got back to the same department I think because they also told me to go to a website that was not working.
So for all I know someone is making calls to China (everything other than my phone on the BB is password protected) and I will be hit with the bill. And I have a fear that I will never see the little guy again and will live the remainder of my life without really knowing where it went. Kind of sad.
On another quick note, I took my pickup truck to get inspected today. When the moron a-hole drove it back out of the garage bay, there was a sticker with a big red R in the window, R for FAILED. My 1995 black Ford F-150 did not pass the ONE EFFING TEST IT HAS TO TAKE ALL YEAR. Now, I keep my truck in good shape, it’s the only thing I have to drive with any dignity since our other vehicle is a mini van. There was nothing on it that should fail. But wait, I was wrong. Look hard enough and you can find SOMETHING to fail. Mr Dave, the dial on the radio was turned to conservative talk radio, that is not allowed under Massachusetts RMV regulations.
So I said to the (expletive deleted) “What NOW” since I was told by my dentist that I needed to have a filling redone, my BlackBerry was lost somewhere between the back of a Delta plane and my house, and I still had to put in a day’s work at the factory.
Well, apparently there is a useless good for nothing light on the side of the front headlight that comes on when you turn on the parking lights. It is not the headlight or the high beams, and its not the normal larger parking lights. It’s a tiny square on the side of my wrap-around headlight section that doesnot add any more light or safety to the truck and is USELESS, and the one on the left of the truck was out.
“THAT can’t be it?? You have to be joking. I failed because of THAT”.
The guy said that all lights have to work.
So I went home and in the pouring rain tried to fix it. Was it as easy as the headlight lights, which take about 30 seconds to change? Of course not, why would it be. So I played around with it for a while but couldn’t figure out how to get the entire headlight assembly off to get to that one tiny bulb. I consulted all three maintenance manuals I have on my truck – Haynes, Chilton and Ludel – but nothing that easily told me how to do it. Picture-less instructions said 1) Take off cover, 2) change bulb, 3) put cover back on. I’ll wait until it stops raining and I have some more time, and take another pass at it.
The strange thing about failing an inspection though, is that they give you 60 days to fix the problem and the original gas station has to pass you for no additional charge. So while my inspection, if I passed, would expire on Nov of next year, now I can wait until January, bring it back, and I’ll have until Jan of 2009 until its up again. It gives me an additional 2 months. Just the fact that I see the benefit of not having to get it inspected again for 14 months should just show you how bad my day has been.
Dave out.
November 14, 2007
Chuck Norris campaigns for Mike Huckabee...fear him
When Chuck Norris wants something, Chuck Norris gets something. Now contribute to Huckabee or face the wrath, because Chuck Norris doesn’t go hunting, Chuck Norris goes killing.
November 12, 2007
Hillary Clinton and...cleavage??
Hillary and her campaigners
Earlier today I was reading more political news than I probably should, given it’s a full year away from the elections, but to be honest, I’m drawn to the coverage, it’s so pervasive. For some reason I can’t get enough, reading about Ron Paul and his candor/crazy view on the world, and Dennis Kucunich and his 30 year old hot wife, and the rest of the nonsense that makes up the political world we live in. Both sides, left and right, I am following like a hawk.
But what I find really interesting is how Hillary Clinton is doing. Lately her campaign is imploding a little. She backs off a statement about drivers licenses for illegal immigrants. She is about being a working woman and she can take on the world, then she makes a comment about taking the heat in the kitchen. She is Hillary Rodham Clinton, and now she is just Hillary Clinton. Women who are not in her demographic love her but women who are her peers might not vote for her. There was some flap about her bringing up a conversation with a waitress without the waitress saying it was ok.
So with Hillary, I might not like her personality, or most of her views on politics, but it has nothing to do with her being a woman. I think a woman is as capable of being president as anyone, as long as she is qualified. And has a strong handshake. The world has other female leaders who are doing fine. But while reading an article today in the Wall Street Journal about female executives, I read something that made me sick to my stomach. The article was “Looking at Clinton, Seeing Themselves” by Carol Hymowitz.
Sandra Peterson, president of Bayer AG's Bayer HealthCare Diabetes Care and executive vice president of Bayer HealthCare, agrees that "it's hard not to identify with some of what Hillary Clinton is up against," although she's still an undecided voter. When Mrs. Clinton was criticized in a newspaper column for showing some cleavage on the floor this summer, Ms. Peterson recalled the barrage of sexually suggestive "Animal House" remarks leveled at her when she began her career some 20 years ago at the Senate American Stock Exchange.
What?? Huh?? Did I just read that, my eyes are burning and my brain is starting to bleed out of my nose, I am light headed and I think one of my teeth just fell out. Hillary showing CLEAVAGE?? Oh my sweet baby Jesus, that is disgusting. Look, I like cleavage as much as the next guy, but the thought of Hillary and her womanly parts makes me about as turned on as watching a seal being clubbed to death. Hillary is a woman, yes, a strong political factor in the next election, a bright attorney who might break the class ceiling in politics, but there is absolutely NOTHING womanly about her, the least being cleavage.
Think I am nuts talking about it, you are RIGHT. Read about it here.
And think it is inappropriate to bring it up? read about it here.
By the way, Ron Paul might be more on the mark than most people think. Keep on eye on him.
Given my recent post about not wanting to get a massage from women, and this one stating that I don’t want to see Hillary’s boobs, I am NOT gay. Trust me, Kucinich’s wife is really hot. This cowboy is not gay.
November 10, 2007
Random Fam Pics
Some random pictures of the kids.
My boys – Ethan (3) and Emerson (22 months)
Emerson
Emily (5) on her first day of school
Ethan
The Fam
November 09, 2007
Instructions on how to wash your hands
Just in case you forgot how to wash your hands after using the bathroom, I included instructions. Then again, if you need to use this, you should not be out of the hospital ward without adult supervision.
Found in the washroom of a building I was in the other day
November 08, 2007
Delta Shuttle, under 4 minutes
It was 4:24PM when the New York City cab I was in pulled up to the curb in front of the Delta Shuttle terminal.
“The Triborough was the fastest way” the cab driver said apologetically.
“I’ll make it”, I reassured him, referring to my 4:30 flight, as I handed him exact change from the backseat.
“I have plenty of time”.
Truth be told, I didn’t think I had a chance at all of making the 4:30. The shuttle runs hourly and when I stepped out of the office building on 57th and Madison at 4PM, I just assumed I would be on the 5:30.
So as I got out of the cab, I hit the ‘start’ button on my running watch, which has a timer.
I walked up to the kiosk, purchased a ticket, got through security (no overnight bag, just a briefcase), walked up the ramp to the gate, and got on the plane as the last person before they closed the door. I looked at my watch and it was 4:27. I did all of that in under 4 minutes.
And more anecdotal evidence I plan on using when I award the Delta Shuttle my annual Green Cookie Handshake Award to the services company that best exemplifies an organization that meets or exceeds my often unrealistic expectations while traveling.
Delta Shuttle, you are the wind beneath my wings.
George Stephanopoulos
I saw George Stephanopoulos at the Delta Shuttle terminal in NY yesterday. I was in line waiting to board a late afternoon flight to Boston and he was in the waiting area for a shuttle to DC. He is very short, like you-can't-board-this-ride-at-Disney short.
George Stephanopoulos
Thought I'd share
November 05, 2007
Massage
Massages
I got a massage last Friday that Patti set up as a gift. Overall I do not like massages. Let me explain…
1 – First, I am uncomfortable being almost naked in front of a strange woman. Well, maybe not “strange”, but a stranger. This should come as comfort to my wife. I don’t even like to take my shirt off in front of a female doctor. Not that I am shy, I have a rock solid body that even Chuck Norris would be envious of, but to lie on a table with a woman rubbing her hands all over me makes me uncomfortable, even if that is what they do for a living. And forget having a guy do it, no way. I have had three massages in my life previous to last Friday and all of them have been women and it will stay that way.
2 – Usually massages are part of an overall “spa” experience with earthy kind of feel. Soft music playing and waterfall sounds and all that nonsense. I am not the most open minded when it comes to holistic healing and the power of zen and that stuff, so put me almost naked on a bed with butterflies painted on the walls and throw in a woman touching me all over, and I don’t like it.
I love the feel of a massage, I mean who doesn’t, and love when my wife rubs my shoulders or when a physical therapist used to work on my arm in college. The massage the other day was a good experience because it was part of a fitness program type place with chiropractors and physical therapists. It wasn’t in a spa setting and had more of an athlete getting help feel. Plus, the massage was more of a deep tissue thing where the woman tried to work out deep knots and left me sore the day after.
I am done with massages for now. Next time Patti and I are on vacation and she wants to get one, she can have a field day and I’ll either work out or sit and have a drink, both things that would relax me more than having a woman I never met rub oil all over my body while the sound of ping pong balls dropping into a wicker basket plays in the background and field-of-lilies candles burn on the shelf.
November 01, 2007
Notre Dame over Navy, 43 years
Notre Dame has beaten Navy in college football for the past 43 years, the longest streak in college football history. They are playing this weekend and that streak could end.
You know how I found this out? In a business meeting today. Why did someone bring it up? I have no idea, they kind of threw it out there without any context. It was kind of like random trivia moment that no one knew how to respond to.
Thought I'd share.