December 24th, 2008

December 14th, 2008

Yep Onions.

You won't find many bloggeries about onions, buy yet you have found one. My wife fixed a lovely dinner that consisted of a product made by Old El Paso called Gordita Dinner Kit. It's great, I love it and we have this probably 2 times a month. You supply the lettuce, onion, cheese, meat and other goodies and they provide the spices and some other goodies as well.

You may have noticed the word Onion, small diced up chunks of a usually semi tame vegetable that can bite you severely if you pick the right one. This one onion, bit back strongly, yes indeed. Bit back, made my eyes water, made my nose run. Was one strong Mother.

My wife on the other hand sat there wandering what My problem was. She and I have a great difference in such matters. She can handle high intense heat from Chili's and such where I am totally unable to be anywhere near such matters.

I'll never for get this night when we went out for Mexican food. I had a great mild fish dinner and she had some burrito looking thing with sauce and meat and cheese. I had finished my dinner and watched as she stopped eating, with a nice chunk of her Burrito looking thing left on her plate. She wanted to know if I wanted a bite.

Now, all during the Dinner there was no clue as to how hot (Chili heat) her meal was. It should have melted the burrito, the plate, Most of my wife and half of the table should have been dissolved.

I took a small, tiny minute piece of meat and started chewing. Instantly, bells, whistles, and all other manner of alarms went off in my poor mouth. My eyes bugged out, followed shortly by a great flood of tears. My nose started running like a faucet. I started using my napkin like crazy, dabbing at different orifices in my face, wiping tears and other fluids.

My wife laughed.

"What's the matter, dear?"

Now came the drinking of what ever liquid was on the table. My glass emptied quickly followed by my wife's and I started wondering when the waitress would be back to refill our containers of Fluid. She finally showed up as I desperately ordered more Ice water and a huge Ice tea. 90% of that was downed and I ordered a refill again for both large glasses.

I finally was able to answer my wife.

"What's the Matter? Gee, I don't know." Swallow glug glug swallow glug

She asks ever so lovingly - "Was it Hot?"

"What ever was your first clue, dear?" Glug glug swallow glug

She laughed again and said ever so tenderly "I love you, you know that?"

I was wondering what in Gods name I was in for if she ever started to hate me.

December 10th, 2008

There has been a reported death of common sense. I think it is a fallacy, that common sense should still be alive and strong , but ...

In an area of our Town to the east, there has been a small lake that has been there probably forever. It is famous, or at least was, for having High performance speed boat racing, usually the quarter mile.





These dudes are loud, echoing off the surrounding hills as the reach top end speeds of 160 or 170 Mph in a quarter mile stretch. So what do enterprising home builders do but build homes in those surrounding hills. Then come Home owners to buy up these brand new homes.

And what do they do? They complain about the Drag races and the sound coming from the lake. Races that were held for years before their houses were built.

So, Now I feel bad for the people in San Diego that had an F-18D Hornet Jet crash into their Houses and kill 4 people at present. It's a sad situation. But if you have one of these



or a group of these flying over your house on a regular basis, something has to make you wonder - What if?

These houses were built long after the Naval air base had been in Operation. I lived in San Diego briefly and these things are flying around all hours. Also they are very hard to miss when they fly in formations of 4 or 8 jets grouped together. Its an awesome spectacle, but you don't want to be living under their flight path. Hello?


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On a side Note, I get to go in for Jury Duty tomorrow. Odds are I am going to get picked to serve. I have been an alternate in a criminal case before and was a jury lead in a Civil case.

Of the two choices, I guess being a jury lead would be better. With being an alternate, at least in California, I sat in on a trail for the full length of the trail, then was sent home just as the Jury went back to deliberate. I got a phone call telling me that I was no longer needed as a Juror, but was not told what the final decision was. A total week wasted.

December 9th, 2008

There are a few things I know sorta kinda and a few things I know for sure.

One of the Things I know for sure is that you are the king when it comes to food. Period.

What do I mean by that?

At least in America, Chefs, cooks, bakers, etc., live and die by their customers and how they feel about the food they serve to their customers. If you get something that is not right, food wise, complain.

Yeah ok, there are going to be those horses butts that will spit in your food. Trust me though, if that sort of behavior is going on, then there is a whole lot worse things you have to worry about in an establishment that allows for this sort of behavior to go on than a little snot. Like under cooked food, spoilage, well I won't go one in case your eating right now.

A decent cook, chef, whatever, is going to fix the problem and fix it right. If it comes back to you and it still isn't right, send it back again.




If they still can't get their act together, ask for the manager. Trust me, they want your business, especially in this day and age. They are Hurting and you are like gold to them. The manager will get it right, or they better.

You do not have to put up with lousy food or lousy service in an eating Establishment. You have much more power that you would ever believe.

December 4th, 2008

"Strangely Ironic Book Meme

by Lyndon on December 1, 2008

I saw this a few day ago, but I failed to bookmark the site :( But anyway, here’s the rules if you decide to join me as well.

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 56.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next seven sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don’t dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST."

Ok the Book is "Players of Coopertown - baseball hall of Fame"
He later surfaced in Baltimore, where he pitched and played nearly every other position. He was part of John McGraw's bold power play to enter the National League in 1902. McGraw persuaded Cincinnati owner John T. Brush to buy an interest in the American League Baltimore club, and then release McGraw, Bresnahan, Joe McGinnity, and others. They quickly caught on with the giants, Brush sold the Cincinnati club and bought the Giants, and a powerhouse was born. Bresnahan became a catcher and outfielder and a disciple of the fiery, win-at-all-costs McGraw. Roger was a favorite of McGraw's and would manage the new players in spring training until McGraw and the veterans would report. In an effort to stay in the lineup more, Bresnahan developed shin guards and a chest protector for catchers.

December 2nd, 2008

With myself right now, which, as I post this is stupid because I know I 'm going to go through with it, so I ought to stop right now, but there is that delete button so It could actually go the other way, but it won't.

Again, I am so glad My wife doesn't read this blog.

A few years ago we got a Christmas tree stand that turns our tree. It works really neat because you also get to have lights on your tree.





So, she, being my wife, unboxed the stand and unbagged (She now stores the tree in 50 gallon trash bags, being a fake tree) the tree. She assembled the tree in the stand and said something under her breath. She then wondered aloud why the tree wasn't spinning. I glanced over and the tree stood its 7 feet tall in the stand, not moving. She then unstacked the tree and glared at the stand. She reassembled the tree, then removed the top two pats and just had the bottom part in, or at least what she thought was the bottom part. She then took the bottom part out and had me tell her which Part I though was the bottom. I told her and she reinserted it back into the stand.

I watched as the tree stood there, still, even though she is pushing buttons like crazy on the remote. Oh yeah, there is a remote control that controls the tree. One button for this cheesy Christmas music to come from the base, one to turn the lights on and off, and the top button that turns the motor on and of to turn the tree. Nothing. Nada. Cheesy Music, sure, so we got power to the stand. So I bring forth my technical expertise and start to disassemble what I can, which wasn't much. I found a fuse taped to the power cord and then found the housing for the Fuse. The fuse checked out fine. I reassembled what little I disassembled and gave her back the stand. She placed the bottom of the tree back into the stand and started pressing the bottom two buttons like crazy. The music came on and off and the tree didn't move.

Well, I noticed in the directions, that the top button on the remote was the button to get the tree to turn. I casually asked for the remote and gently pushed the top button, with her watching my every move. The tree started rotating.

"I thought the middle button was to get the tree moving."

"So you never pushed the top button?"

"Nope."

I love my wife to pieces. All that time and energy ...