Friday, October 3, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
I need beer!
A lot more beer. I have purchased about half of what I thought necessary to keep everyone at the wedding happy. Or at least the light beer drinking half happy. (Or should I say Lite beer drinkers, since I bought Miller Lite for them.)
Now I need to get beer for those who actually enjoy beer with some flavor to it. And the reason I haven't gotten the regular beer yet is that I can't decide what kind to get.
Do I go with Peroni since it is an Italian themed wedding?
Do I go with Sam Adams since it's the best tasting beer without a premium price tag?
Do I go with Sam Adams Oktoberfest, since it's well... October?
Do I go with Labatt Blue since it is one of my favorites, but many not be one a lot of others will drink?
Do I go with Blue Moon, or is that to "fringe"?
Do I go with Budweiser since it is cheap? Or does that give the wrong impression?
Do I go with Pabst Blue Ribbon? (Oh wait, nevermind. My ex in-laws won't be there. *grin*)
Do I go with a combination of the above, and risk running out of one type?
What do you think?
Now I need to get beer for those who actually enjoy beer with some flavor to it. And the reason I haven't gotten the regular beer yet is that I can't decide what kind to get.
Do I go with Peroni since it is an Italian themed wedding?
Do I go with Sam Adams since it's the best tasting beer without a premium price tag?
Do I go with Sam Adams Oktoberfest, since it's well... October?
Do I go with Labatt Blue since it is one of my favorites, but many not be one a lot of others will drink?
Do I go with Blue Moon, or is that to "fringe"?
Do I go with Budweiser since it is cheap? Or does that give the wrong impression?
Do I go with Pabst Blue Ribbon? (Oh wait, nevermind. My ex in-laws won't be there. *grin*)
Do I go with a combination of the above, and risk running out of one type?
What do you think?
In 11 days...
In 11 days I will not only no longer be single anymore, the below image will be accurate. I was just sitting here at my desk today thinking how nice it would be to be sitting at a swim-up bar with K and sipping on a Pina Colada with a slice of Pineapple, and sharing the first few days of our marriage...
(Side Note: Hold the snide comments about the Pina Colada. All man-laws regarding foo-foo drinks are invalid when on your honeymoon in the tropics!)
(Side Note: Hold the snide comments about the Pina Colada. All man-laws regarding foo-foo drinks are invalid when on your honeymoon in the tropics!)
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
A neighborly conversation
OK, backstory. Our next door neighbor's house was "egged" two days ago. Their back porch and screen door were apparantly covered in eggs and shells, and our neighbor "Shelly" was rightly none too happy about it. K and I were outside the other night talking to her about it and "Shelly" was saying how it was like someone covered her patio in Elmer's Glue and it all smelled like wet dog.
Fast forward to 6pm last night when I got home from work. "Shelly" is outside again watching her daughter play while talking to "Faye", her neighbor on the other side. I went over to say hello, and "Shelly" had just begun to tell "Faye" that her house had been egged two more times. She was saying how she was relaying the story to a third neighbor how her house had gotten egged the second time around 8am while she was in the shower. The neighbor responded "I can still see it all over your back door", which is how "Shelly" found out she had gotten egged the 3rd time.
Needless to say "Shelly" was pissed. She noted that they were all brown eggs, and was considering knocking on everyone's doors to see who had brown eggs. She continued on with the story, telling us that she called the police around noon about the incident and how they were going to send someone over to get a report from her.
Then around 1pm there was a knock at her door, and "Shelly" assumed it was the police so she answered it. Except that it was a woman she didn't know.
She was like "Um. Who are you?"
The woman replied that she was the wife of "Shelly's" husband's boss, and wanted to know if she was OK and if she needed someone to watch her kids while "Shelly" handled things.
"Shelly" responded, "Um. We're OK. It's just eggs."
To which the woman responded: "That's not what I'm talking about. Your husband had a heart attack at work and they took him away in an ambulance."
"Shelly" said she had no idea, thanked the woman, and then tried to call her husband's cellphone. To which she got no response.
At which point "Shelly" looked at both of us and our shocked, concerned, and anticipatory faces and realized we were waiting for more. But apparantly "Shelly" was done and didn't know what else to say.
"I don't know where my husband is." with a dismissive shrug.
"Did you ask the woman?" I asked, picking my jaw off the ground.
"No."
"Did you call the police back?" Faye asked with similar concern.
"No."
"Did you try calling ambulance companies or the hospitals?" I asked, trying to figure out if he's alright, or even alive.
"No. I don't even know what hospitals are around here."
"So you don't even know if he's OK???? Look up [hospital 1] and [hospital 2] and give their ERs a call. Like now." Faye said.
"What good would it do? I don't have a car!"
"When you find him, we'll get you a car or a ride. Now go make those calls! MOVE!" I told her.
The total lack of concern/compassion was just incredible to me. K's jaw hit the ground when I first told her the story later that evening. She showed more caring and concern than "Shelly" did about her own husband. I am still floored that this story only came out because we were talking about "Shelly's" home getting egged. We know this guy. Everyone in the neighborhood knows him. He's a friend to anyone who meets him.
But getting back to the story, as "Shelly" was walking to her house to make those calls, her husband pulls up in his car.
"Faye" and I exchange glances of "Thank god he's OK."
"Shelly" says to him "We got egged again..."
*sigh*
Fast forward to 6pm last night when I got home from work. "Shelly" is outside again watching her daughter play while talking to "Faye", her neighbor on the other side. I went over to say hello, and "Shelly" had just begun to tell "Faye" that her house had been egged two more times. She was saying how she was relaying the story to a third neighbor how her house had gotten egged the second time around 8am while she was in the shower. The neighbor responded "I can still see it all over your back door", which is how "Shelly" found out she had gotten egged the 3rd time.
Needless to say "Shelly" was pissed. She noted that they were all brown eggs, and was considering knocking on everyone's doors to see who had brown eggs. She continued on with the story, telling us that she called the police around noon about the incident and how they were going to send someone over to get a report from her.
Then around 1pm there was a knock at her door, and "Shelly" assumed it was the police so she answered it. Except that it was a woman she didn't know.
She was like "Um. Who are you?"
The woman replied that she was the wife of "Shelly's" husband's boss, and wanted to know if she was OK and if she needed someone to watch her kids while "Shelly" handled things.
"Shelly" responded, "Um. We're OK. It's just eggs."
To which the woman responded: "That's not what I'm talking about. Your husband had a heart attack at work and they took him away in an ambulance."
"Shelly" said she had no idea, thanked the woman, and then tried to call her husband's cellphone. To which she got no response.
At which point "Shelly" looked at both of us and our shocked, concerned, and anticipatory faces and realized we were waiting for more. But apparantly "Shelly" was done and didn't know what else to say.
"I don't know where my husband is." with a dismissive shrug.
"Did you ask the woman?" I asked, picking my jaw off the ground.
"No."
"Did you call the police back?" Faye asked with similar concern.
"No."
"Did you try calling ambulance companies or the hospitals?" I asked, trying to figure out if he's alright, or even alive.
"No. I don't even know what hospitals are around here."
"So you don't even know if he's OK???? Look up [hospital 1] and [hospital 2] and give their ERs a call. Like now." Faye said.
"What good would it do? I don't have a car!"
"When you find him, we'll get you a car or a ride. Now go make those calls! MOVE!" I told her.
The total lack of concern/compassion was just incredible to me. K's jaw hit the ground when I first told her the story later that evening. She showed more caring and concern than "Shelly" did about her own husband. I am still floored that this story only came out because we were talking about "Shelly's" home getting egged. We know this guy. Everyone in the neighborhood knows him. He's a friend to anyone who meets him.
But getting back to the story, as "Shelly" was walking to her house to make those calls, her husband pulls up in his car.
"Faye" and I exchange glances of "Thank god he's OK."
"Shelly" says to him "We got egged again..."
*sigh*
Sarah Palin, Dinosaurs, and the Supreme Court
I thought there wasn't much more than can scare me about Sarah Palin, but I was wrong. Two new whoppers hit the news this week. The first is that Palin is convinced that Dinosaurs still co-existed with man as late as 6000 years ago. As was reported in the LA Times, Palin said she knew this because she "had seen pictures of human footprints inside the tracks."
Regardless of the Noah's Ark picture, this isn't a religious thing. It's a legitimate discussion to have with this woman if she's supposed to be taken seriously enough to hold onto our nuclear codes.
Once you have digested that tidbit, try this one on for size:
Outside of Roe vs. Wade, the woman cannot name a single Supreme Court case, period. From the Washington Post:
How can anyone take this woman seriously, and furthermore, how can anyone not call into question McCain's judgement for tapping her for the slot?
Regardless of the Noah's Ark picture, this isn't a religious thing. It's a legitimate discussion to have with this woman if she's supposed to be taken seriously enough to hold onto our nuclear codes.
Once you have digested that tidbit, try this one on for size:
Outside of Roe vs. Wade, the woman cannot name a single Supreme Court case, period. From the Washington Post:
Of concern to McCain's campaign, however, is a remaining and still-undisclosed clip from Palin's interview with Couric last week that has the political world buzzing.
The Palin aide, after first noting how "infuriating" it was for CBS to purportedly leak word about the gaffe, revealed that it came in response to a question about Supreme Court decisions.
After noting Roe vs. Wade, Palin was apparently unable to discuss any major court cases.
There was no verbal fumbling with this particular question as there was with some others, the aide said, but rather silence.
How can anyone take this woman seriously, and furthermore, how can anyone not call into question McCain's judgement for tapping her for the slot?
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