Yep, another work trip. This time to California, where I got to stay at The Palace Hotel. Nice place, but my room smelled like decades of cigarette smoke that will never quite dissapate. I can't complain too much though.
Travel was amusing again, watching people in the airport and such. There was a page for "Mrs. Osama," who must have a hard time flying, the group of blondes headed to a wedding in San Francisco (overheard: "You two are like, Barack Obama and, like, his vice president"...because we don't know his name?), and my favorite, the increasingly urgent overhead paging for people who aren't where they're supposed to be. You can tell the people doing the paging get annoyed when they're holding a plane for 1 straggler who wandered into a gift shop or the bathroom and forgot that they were supposed to be on a plane. I can't say I blame them. Just once though I'd like them to get on the intercom and say what's really going through their heads:
"Mr. Doe, Mr. John Doe, please report to gate A28 for boarding."
"Mr. Doe, Mr. John Doe, your flight is ready to leave and we're all wondering what's keeping you. Please get to gate A28 if you would like to come along."
"Mr. Doe, Mr. John Doe, your wife told you not to eat burritos the night before a flight. Don't you wish you'd taken the pepto she offered you on the way out the door?"
"Hey, Mr. John Doe, screw this, we're out of here. And when you come up here all pissed that we didn't wait for you, I'm going to laugh in your face and revoke your frequent flier status. Neener neener."
But that won't happen.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
Divorce
It's over. The marriage I fought hard for, the family I poured my heart into, the kids I loved as by own, the wife I adored and loved with every ounce of my existence...they're leaving my life.
I wish I could say what happened, but I'm still not sure where this went wrong. The bottom line is that at some point Stephanie decided she wasn't happy. She's not willing to work on figuring out why or making it better, so after 6 months of a downhill slide we're getting a divorce. I've already moved out of the house and tonight started the paperwork to make it official.
I felt I should say something here, since this blog was started in response to the wonderful new relationship I'd discovered. Now that it's ending the blog will continue. This space will not become negative and I will not stoop to attacks on Stephanie. Yes, there is anger, sadness, heartbreak, confusion, and everything else you would expect in a divorce, but I will not speak of it beyond this post. This is not the place for that. This is my blog, and I choose happiness. For the members of Steph's family who read this, thank you for including me in your family for a brief just-over-2-years. Feel free to visit the blog if you feel like it. I'll be moving on with my life the best that I can. I tried, I did my best, and in the end it just didn't work out. What more can I ask of myself?
Why does nothing ever turn out like it should?
Well, what the heck, I went and did my best
And, by God, I really tasted something swell
And for a moment, why, I even touched the sky
And at least I left some stories they can tell, I did
I wish I could say what happened, but I'm still not sure where this went wrong. The bottom line is that at some point Stephanie decided she wasn't happy. She's not willing to work on figuring out why or making it better, so after 6 months of a downhill slide we're getting a divorce. I've already moved out of the house and tonight started the paperwork to make it official.
I felt I should say something here, since this blog was started in response to the wonderful new relationship I'd discovered. Now that it's ending the blog will continue. This space will not become negative and I will not stoop to attacks on Stephanie. Yes, there is anger, sadness, heartbreak, confusion, and everything else you would expect in a divorce, but I will not speak of it beyond this post. This is not the place for that. This is my blog, and I choose happiness. For the members of Steph's family who read this, thank you for including me in your family for a brief just-over-2-years. Feel free to visit the blog if you feel like it. I'll be moving on with my life the best that I can. I tried, I did my best, and in the end it just didn't work out. What more can I ask of myself?
Why does nothing ever turn out like it should?
Well, what the heck, I went and did my best
And, by God, I really tasted something swell
And for a moment, why, I even touched the sky
And at least I left some stories they can tell, I did
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
The Vegas post
Preface...this was a work trip. This wasn't a wild-n-crazy trip to Vegas, so I won't go into too much detail, but a few fun things need to be shared.
A sign in New York New York proclaimed that a bar had "24 Kinds Of Beer!" Um, ok? I don't know if that's a lot in other parts of the world, but I could find probably a dozen bars within a few miles of me that could meet or exceed this number. I think maybe we just like more variety in Colorado.
Another funny/sad moment was the woman I got stuck behind waiting for an escalator. She was probably in her 50s, overweight, and wearing crocs. Her husband was your typical overweight midwesterner cowboy wannabe (or maybe actually-was. Not sure.) He hopped on the escalator and was halfway down before he turned around and realized that his wife was desperately trying to overcome her fear of the moving steps to board the escalator herself. She barked at him for getting so far ahead, he looked ashamed, then she stumbled on and rode successfully to the bottom. (It's those damn crocs I tell ya. They seem to mess with balance/walking ability.
Then there was the off-duty Elvis I passed on the strip. I walked by him in the morning as he was headed in to work. From the neck down was totally casual, guy going to work- jeans, well-worn concert t-shirt, black workboots- but his head was ELVIS 100%. The hair, the sunglasses, the expression...it was quite the juxtaposition.
Just some moments from Vegas. I went with $11 in my pocket and came home with $100, so that counts as a good trip!
A sign in New York New York proclaimed that a bar had "24 Kinds Of Beer!" Um, ok? I don't know if that's a lot in other parts of the world, but I could find probably a dozen bars within a few miles of me that could meet or exceed this number. I think maybe we just like more variety in Colorado.
Another funny/sad moment was the woman I got stuck behind waiting for an escalator. She was probably in her 50s, overweight, and wearing crocs. Her husband was your typical overweight midwesterner cowboy wannabe (or maybe actually-was. Not sure.) He hopped on the escalator and was halfway down before he turned around and realized that his wife was desperately trying to overcome her fear of the moving steps to board the escalator herself. She barked at him for getting so far ahead, he looked ashamed, then she stumbled on and rode successfully to the bottom. (It's those damn crocs I tell ya. They seem to mess with balance/walking ability.
Then there was the off-duty Elvis I passed on the strip. I walked by him in the morning as he was headed in to work. From the neck down was totally casual, guy going to work- jeans, well-worn concert t-shirt, black workboots- but his head was ELVIS 100%. The hair, the sunglasses, the expression...it was quite the juxtaposition.
Just some moments from Vegas. I went with $11 in my pocket and came home with $100, so that counts as a good trip!
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Mishmash of things
Today's blog...just some things I found interesting amusing...
On 30 Rock Thursday night, a few of the guys made up a religion (verdukianism). Kenneth and Tracy discuss religion when Kenneth buys them a bunch of pizza:
Kenneth: Tonight is the verdukian holiday of mouth pleasures. Misters Rossitano, Spurlock, and Lutz must have free sausage pizza followed by some gentle flossing performed by a blonde virgin.
Tracy: Your generosity is being taken advantage of!
K: What do you mean?
T: Verdukianism. It's fake. Those dudes made it up because they didn't want to do secret santa.
K: But they had all these rules and rituals
T: That's what religion is K-fed. Just a bunch of made up rules that manipulate people. Why don't Catholics eat meat on Fridays? I'll tell you why; because the Pope owns Long John Silvers.
K: Wait a minute, are you saying that other religions are made up by man too?
T: Oh Ken, we may have fallen into the intellectual deep end here, and if you try to grab onto me we'll both drown.
K: What if there's no God?
T: OK, time to go
K: *falls over*
Also from NBC Thursday night (This from Community, which is a spectacular show)
"To me religion is like Paul Rudd; I see the appeal and I would never take it away from anyone, but I would also never stand in line for it."
And then there's this from a song on the radio:
"I'm trying to find the words to describe this girl without being disrespectful"
What the hell is that? The lyric is said/rapped in a way that suggests it is actually supposed to be flattering to the girl he's singing about. Apparently the vocabulary is so stunted that he can't do it. His mom is ashamed I'm sure. It bothers me.
Then something else on the radio...a commercial for one of the male enhancement things says that it's "the breakthrough pharmaceutical companies don't want you to know about!" I find that weird. I know the pharmas have a bad name and all, but the people I've met who work for them really just want what's best for people. It's a race for sure to create the newest and best therapy with the fewest side effects, but nobody I've met in the research world would ever consider withholding/hiding a therapy that had been proven in any scientifically valid way. That's my experience. Maybe I'm biased since it's what I do for a living, but the idea that things are being withheld in a selfish quest for your money is a tab paranoid, IMHO.
Enough for today. Soon...Vegas trip!
On 30 Rock Thursday night, a few of the guys made up a religion (verdukianism). Kenneth and Tracy discuss religion when Kenneth buys them a bunch of pizza:
Kenneth: Tonight is the verdukian holiday of mouth pleasures. Misters Rossitano, Spurlock, and Lutz must have free sausage pizza followed by some gentle flossing performed by a blonde virgin.
Tracy: Your generosity is being taken advantage of!
K: What do you mean?
T: Verdukianism. It's fake. Those dudes made it up because they didn't want to do secret santa.
K: But they had all these rules and rituals
T: That's what religion is K-fed. Just a bunch of made up rules that manipulate people. Why don't Catholics eat meat on Fridays? I'll tell you why; because the Pope owns Long John Silvers.
K: Wait a minute, are you saying that other religions are made up by man too?
T: Oh Ken, we may have fallen into the intellectual deep end here, and if you try to grab onto me we'll both drown.
K: What if there's no God?
T: OK, time to go
K: *falls over*
Also from NBC Thursday night (This from Community, which is a spectacular show)
"To me religion is like Paul Rudd; I see the appeal and I would never take it away from anyone, but I would also never stand in line for it."
And then there's this from a song on the radio:
"I'm trying to find the words to describe this girl without being disrespectful"
What the hell is that? The lyric is said/rapped in a way that suggests it is actually supposed to be flattering to the girl he's singing about. Apparently the vocabulary is so stunted that he can't do it. His mom is ashamed I'm sure. It bothers me.
Then something else on the radio...a commercial for one of the male enhancement things says that it's "the breakthrough pharmaceutical companies don't want you to know about!" I find that weird. I know the pharmas have a bad name and all, but the people I've met who work for them really just want what's best for people. It's a race for sure to create the newest and best therapy with the fewest side effects, but nobody I've met in the research world would ever consider withholding/hiding a therapy that had been proven in any scientifically valid way. That's my experience. Maybe I'm biased since it's what I do for a living, but the idea that things are being withheld in a selfish quest for your money is a tab paranoid, IMHO.
Enough for today. Soon...Vegas trip!
Friday, November 27, 2009
Turkey lurkey dee (2009)
For Thanksgiving 2009 we decided to do things a bit differently. Steph and I took our family (just us, the kids, and Obi) and got out of Dodge, heading to Colorado Springs for a day of relaxation at the Cheyenne Mountain Resort. I'd found the place online on Wednesday so it was somewhat last-minute, but it worked out great! We got there with a bit of time before our buffet reservations, hit the outdoor pool and hot tub for a bit (with Obi in tow and Steph not able to join us in the water due to the cast and all) and then went for the big T-day buffet. It was great; turkey, taters, ham, bacon, salmon, trout, stuffing, salads, cheeses, soups, fruits, and plenty of dessert options. For our little family it wasn't any more expensive than if we'd thrown our own dinner, and there were tons of options with NO DISHES!! Good time. Then there was time for a bike/scooter ride, another pool (indoor this time), relaxation in the room, and pool (the kind with a table and a cue ball) in the hotel bar area to close out the night.
So Thanksgiving itself was great. I'm thankful for my family. My wife rocks, the kids are awesome, and my dog kicks ass. What more could a guy want in his life, really?
Today Steph had to head back to Denver to work, so the kids and Obi and I split off for our own quality time together. We swam some more and then hit the Cave of the Winds for a tour. Obi couldn't go on the tour obviously, but the kids and I had fun. Driving back to Denver with a 105 lb (yes, he's gained weight...) dog in the passenger seat of an Accord is a bit precarious, but it was another great day.
I'll end with a final thought...if a turkey has been bred and raised to be slaughtered, isn't pardoning it a bit anti-climactic? Does a presidentially-pardoned turkey become entitled to healthcare and hospice in its later years? And how hypocritical/cruel is it to pardon one turkey and then eat another? "You're off the hook Courage*, but by the way I'm EATING YOUR BROTHER THIS EVENING!!! Now go back to your pen and think about that." That turkey will have issues for the rest of its life.
Happy Thanksgiving!
*The name of Obama's pardoned turkey
So Thanksgiving itself was great. I'm thankful for my family. My wife rocks, the kids are awesome, and my dog kicks ass. What more could a guy want in his life, really?
Today Steph had to head back to Denver to work, so the kids and Obi and I split off for our own quality time together. We swam some more and then hit the Cave of the Winds for a tour. Obi couldn't go on the tour obviously, but the kids and I had fun. Driving back to Denver with a 105 lb (yes, he's gained weight...) dog in the passenger seat of an Accord is a bit precarious, but it was another great day.
I'll end with a final thought...if a turkey has been bred and raised to be slaughtered, isn't pardoning it a bit anti-climactic? Does a presidentially-pardoned turkey become entitled to healthcare and hospice in its later years? And how hypocritical/cruel is it to pardon one turkey and then eat another? "You're off the hook Courage*, but by the way I'm EATING YOUR BROTHER THIS EVENING!!! Now go back to your pen and think about that." That turkey will have issues for the rest of its life.
Happy Thanksgiving!
*The name of Obama's pardoned turkey
Friday, November 13, 2009
Headache
First a fun thing from work today. We have to re-certify that we know how to ship hazardous materials safely, since we deal with biological samples and dry ice and such, which are carefully controlled. Not to the level of explosives or anything, but we have to train anyway so we don't have blood leaking onto the package from your grandma or anything. In addition to the usual training there's a new required DOT training for hazardous materials. It was humorous in weird ways. Right off the bat they mentioned 9/11 and showed pictures from the WTC, and then admitted that it had nothing to do with the transportation of hazardous materials, and what we were about to learn wouldn't have made a bit of difference in that situation. They tied it in with "We need to be vigilant!" but mostly I think somebody wanted to show 9/11 footage. Boo!
So the post I started out to write...last Sunday the Bean woke up miserable. her head hurt badly, so Steph gave her Tylenol, which she immediately threw up. She brightened a bit in the late morning, so we thought we would go skating w/ Tim and Erin, but after a trial trip out of the house (to Target) she said she wanted to go home and lay on the couch instead. This is so not normal for her. After a day of lying around she wanted a nap (also weird), slept for 2 hours, and woke up still miserable and in tears because she hurt so bad. Steph called the pediatrician who directed her to the ER, fearing meningitis. Luckily that didn't check out, so they diagnosed the Bean with her 1st migraine. Seriously. At 5 years old. I guess that's somewhat normal though for people who have migraines; most can trace their 1st back to when they were 5 or 6. It sucks to see though. After a few hours at the ER sucking on popsicles and watching The Princess Bride the Bean felt better and thought Children's was a pretty cool place to hang out. She even got a free hand-knit blanket from Project Linus. So all ended well I guess, but I hope that doesn't happen often.
One final observation- in the bathroom at my work there's a sign asking people not to throw Feminine Products in the toilets. If our toilet paper is embossed with flowers, isn't it a "feminine product" by definition?
So the post I started out to write...last Sunday the Bean woke up miserable. her head hurt badly, so Steph gave her Tylenol, which she immediately threw up. She brightened a bit in the late morning, so we thought we would go skating w/ Tim and Erin, but after a trial trip out of the house (to Target) she said she wanted to go home and lay on the couch instead. This is so not normal for her. After a day of lying around she wanted a nap (also weird), slept for 2 hours, and woke up still miserable and in tears because she hurt so bad. Steph called the pediatrician who directed her to the ER, fearing meningitis. Luckily that didn't check out, so they diagnosed the Bean with her 1st migraine. Seriously. At 5 years old. I guess that's somewhat normal though for people who have migraines; most can trace their 1st back to when they were 5 or 6. It sucks to see though. After a few hours at the ER sucking on popsicles and watching The Princess Bride the Bean felt better and thought Children's was a pretty cool place to hang out. She even got a free hand-knit blanket from Project Linus. So all ended well I guess, but I hope that doesn't happen often.
One final observation- in the bathroom at my work there's a sign asking people not to throw Feminine Products in the toilets. If our toilet paper is embossed with flowers, isn't it a "feminine product" by definition?
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
New banana fritos
One thing about taking a banana in your lunch...you can't leave it in there for long. I made this mistake last week and my yummy chili cheese Frito's took on the distinct banana flavor, with a hint of chili. Not so yummy.
In other news, thanks to the benevolence of friends and a nice iTunes gift card, I'm wallowing in newly acquired music for the 1st time in awhile. I have the new Muse, Flaming Lips, Jay-Z, and the Ben Folds I didn't buy last year. Good times. I've also hit the app store and have actual apps that I paid money for now! Free versions of games are fun, but some things needed to be explored further.
Life continues to be busy. Steph has been out of town a lot to meetings and such lately and I've had a lot of downtime to go wild with no wife or kids in the house. It turns out that "going wild" means working a few hours for a school board campaign and being productive later into the night. When everybody is home I have to disappear to the basement after everyone is sleeping...when it's just me I can mop at 11:30 and nobody cares! I can also take Obi for walks at midnight, which is just gorgeous under a Colorado Fall full moon. Speaking of which fall is typically crazy weather wise. A week ago we had 2 feet of snow, every school in town shut down, my office closed, and the roads were a disaster. Fast forward to today and it was 75, sunny, and I was plenty warm running in shorts and a t-shirt. I love Colorado.
In other news, thanks to the benevolence of friends and a nice iTunes gift card, I'm wallowing in newly acquired music for the 1st time in awhile. I have the new Muse, Flaming Lips, Jay-Z, and the Ben Folds I didn't buy last year. Good times. I've also hit the app store and have actual apps that I paid money for now! Free versions of games are fun, but some things needed to be explored further.
Life continues to be busy. Steph has been out of town a lot to meetings and such lately and I've had a lot of downtime to go wild with no wife or kids in the house. It turns out that "going wild" means working a few hours for a school board campaign and being productive later into the night. When everybody is home I have to disappear to the basement after everyone is sleeping...when it's just me I can mop at 11:30 and nobody cares! I can also take Obi for walks at midnight, which is just gorgeous under a Colorado Fall full moon. Speaking of which fall is typically crazy weather wise. A week ago we had 2 feet of snow, every school in town shut down, my office closed, and the roads were a disaster. Fast forward to today and it was 75, sunny, and I was plenty warm running in shorts and a t-shirt. I love Colorado.
Friday, October 9, 2009
H1N-da house
We officially have sickness in the house.
Wednesday morning Mr. K woke up feeling pukey and not wanting to go to school. His temp was 100.8, so we figured staying home was a good idea. Steph took the morning off, since I had patients, and we swapped at lunchtime so we could share the sick time at home. The pediatrician had a slot for us at 2:45, so we came home and hung out for a bit, Mr. K feeling and appreciating the effects of Motrin. At 2:15 we left the house for the doctor. Mr. K's temp just before getting in the car was 102.3 Huh. Going up.
By the time we got to the doctor, he had taken a serious turn for the worse. Another dose of Motrin was due, and he was looking miserable. We were waiting on dosing again so the doctor could see the full-blown illness. That may have been a mistake. His temp was at 102.8 when we first went to the exam room. Motrin was administered and he was swabbed for the flu culture. After 30 min or so his temp was at 103.6. By this time he was more miserable than I have ever seen a kid. Freezing cold, wanting to nap, every muscle in his body aching...not a happy camper. The M.A. had given him a popsicle and put some wet paper towels on his head to cool him off, but when his temp kept rising she sprung into action. She peeled his socks off, ran them under cold water, and put them back on his feet. Um...ok...
After about an hour at the office, the fever was up to 104.4. Mr. K's face was turning all sorts of weird shades of not-healthy and the doctor was starting to look concerned that the temperature kept rising. Being miserable, Mr. K asked the doctor if he could take off his wet socks, since they were uncomfortable. She looked confused as she asked how his socks had gotten wet. She looked more confused when I told her that her M.A. had thought it was a good idea.
Long story a bit shorter, after some Tylenol kicked in, the fever started to drop. The flu test actually came back negative, but the doc was honest about the false-negative rate of such things, especially in the early stages of a flu. (Also the M.A. had swabbed just the tip of the nostril, and a correct nasopharyngeal swab goes a lot farther back.) Basically H1N1 has been going around here and he's smack in the middle of the high-risk category, being an 8-year-old public school kid with asthma, so they weren't about to write it off on the basis of a negative flu test. We went home with the somewhat doctor-approved idea that it was H1N1 and a prescription for Tamiflu. Tamiflu turns out to be wonderful; the fever broke Thursday and Mr. K is totally better today (Friday).
So that's one down. Steph went to bed feeling miserable tonight with a temp of 99 or so. *fingers crossed*
Wednesday morning Mr. K woke up feeling pukey and not wanting to go to school. His temp was 100.8, so we figured staying home was a good idea. Steph took the morning off, since I had patients, and we swapped at lunchtime so we could share the sick time at home. The pediatrician had a slot for us at 2:45, so we came home and hung out for a bit, Mr. K feeling and appreciating the effects of Motrin. At 2:15 we left the house for the doctor. Mr. K's temp just before getting in the car was 102.3 Huh. Going up.
By the time we got to the doctor, he had taken a serious turn for the worse. Another dose of Motrin was due, and he was looking miserable. We were waiting on dosing again so the doctor could see the full-blown illness. That may have been a mistake. His temp was at 102.8 when we first went to the exam room. Motrin was administered and he was swabbed for the flu culture. After 30 min or so his temp was at 103.6. By this time he was more miserable than I have ever seen a kid. Freezing cold, wanting to nap, every muscle in his body aching...not a happy camper. The M.A. had given him a popsicle and put some wet paper towels on his head to cool him off, but when his temp kept rising she sprung into action. She peeled his socks off, ran them under cold water, and put them back on his feet. Um...ok...
After about an hour at the office, the fever was up to 104.4. Mr. K's face was turning all sorts of weird shades of not-healthy and the doctor was starting to look concerned that the temperature kept rising. Being miserable, Mr. K asked the doctor if he could take off his wet socks, since they were uncomfortable. She looked confused as she asked how his socks had gotten wet. She looked more confused when I told her that her M.A. had thought it was a good idea.
Long story a bit shorter, after some Tylenol kicked in, the fever started to drop. The flu test actually came back negative, but the doc was honest about the false-negative rate of such things, especially in the early stages of a flu. (Also the M.A. had swabbed just the tip of the nostril, and a correct nasopharyngeal swab goes a lot farther back.) Basically H1N1 has been going around here and he's smack in the middle of the high-risk category, being an 8-year-old public school kid with asthma, so they weren't about to write it off on the basis of a negative flu test. We went home with the somewhat doctor-approved idea that it was H1N1 and a prescription for Tamiflu. Tamiflu turns out to be wonderful; the fever broke Thursday and Mr. K is totally better today (Friday).
So that's one down. Steph went to bed feeling miserable tonight with a temp of 99 or so. *fingers crossed*
Sunday, October 4, 2009
It's a birthday!!
Today The Bean turned 5. Given that I met her the day she turned 2.5, I have now officially known her for half of her life. It seems like only yesterday. She's getting big way too fast and I'm not ready for it. It's probably better for her that way, because she can still get away with some things she's a little too old for sometimes. But whatever. She's an awesome kid and I'm really just glad to be in her life.
She's totally a girl. She got 2 Toys R Us gift cards today, so we headed in expecting a long afternoon at the store. Instead she picked 3 things she just had to have in 10 min and we were out the door. Just like her mom; knows what she wants, knows how to get it. Granted Steph, as a grown adult-type woman, can take much longer shopping, but The Bean definitely has the love for the sport at an early age. Happy birthday Bean!
So speaking of sports...I only watched about 3 min total of the Broncos game today, because there were more important things going on w/ the birthday and all, but damn Broncos! 4-0?! Who knew? Throw in that the Sooners have 2 losses and my perceptions of this football season are totally out of whack. This is why we love football though, eh? (From ESPN: "The Broncos have allowed an NFL-low 26 points this season. In the final three games of the 14-year Mike Shanahan head coaching era, Denver allowed 112 points." Nice.)
In other news, the video camera function of my iPhone 3Gs has been getting a workout lately. (Videos are being uploaded here: http://www.youtube.com/user/w0nderm0nkey) I find my love for my iPhone hindered only by my non-skinny fingers. Typing can be tough, but other than that I'm in love. So much so that I find I'm hurt and betrayed when I hear John Krasinski's* voice on the Blackberry commercials. I feel he should know better.
Speaking of celebrity endorsements, I'm thoroughly confused by Evander Holyfield's Taco Bell commercial. Basically he's a big dude, orders 2 $1.99 burritos, and is told by the counter girl that even someone of his size only needs 1. So...what? Taco Bell is asking you to order less food. They're essentially calling you fat if eat 2 of their 1/2 lb burritos in one sitting. Does this make sense in any way? "Come to Taco Bell, but don't order too much, or we'll mock you to your face!" Huh?
*Jim from The Office
She's totally a girl. She got 2 Toys R Us gift cards today, so we headed in expecting a long afternoon at the store. Instead she picked 3 things she just had to have in 10 min and we were out the door. Just like her mom; knows what she wants, knows how to get it. Granted Steph, as a grown adult-type woman, can take much longer shopping, but The Bean definitely has the love for the sport at an early age. Happy birthday Bean!
So speaking of sports...I only watched about 3 min total of the Broncos game today, because there were more important things going on w/ the birthday and all, but damn Broncos! 4-0?! Who knew? Throw in that the Sooners have 2 losses and my perceptions of this football season are totally out of whack. This is why we love football though, eh? (From ESPN: "The Broncos have allowed an NFL-low 26 points this season. In the final three games of the 14-year Mike Shanahan head coaching era, Denver allowed 112 points." Nice.)
In other news, the video camera function of my iPhone 3Gs has been getting a workout lately. (Videos are being uploaded here: http://www.youtube.com/user/w0nderm0nkey) I find my love for my iPhone hindered only by my non-skinny fingers. Typing can be tough, but other than that I'm in love. So much so that I find I'm hurt and betrayed when I hear John Krasinski's* voice on the Blackberry commercials. I feel he should know better.
Speaking of celebrity endorsements, I'm thoroughly confused by Evander Holyfield's Taco Bell commercial. Basically he's a big dude, orders 2 $1.99 burritos, and is told by the counter girl that even someone of his size only needs 1. So...what? Taco Bell is asking you to order less food. They're essentially calling you fat if eat 2 of their 1/2 lb burritos in one sitting. Does this make sense in any way? "Come to Taco Bell, but don't order too much, or we'll mock you to your face!" Huh?
*Jim from The Office
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