Nov 18 2008
Some time last week, my home office was infested with fruit flies. I’m not sure how it happened. Usually fruit flies are attracted to (among other things) fruit, and everyone who knows me knows that I have the worst time keeping fresh fruit in the house. How the fruit fly infestation occurred, I will never know.
Nov 17 2008
Every once in a while at work, we have a big email storm. It usually begins with someone sending out an email to a large, open access distribution list about a topic no one cares about.
Then the ‘Reply to All’s begin.
For those of you who aren’t email experts, there’s an oft overlooked button that gets terribly overused in Corporate America, and that’s the “Reply to All” button. It is the magic button that sends your response to everyone who the message was sent to, not just the sender.
Nov 13 2008
Nov 12 2008
For those of you who enjoyed The Lovely Sister’s hostile takeover of my blog, as well as her other guest blogs, I am as proud as punch to announce that she has decided to start her own blog!
You can read her blabber at:
Good luck, TLS. We’ll miss your guest blogs here, and hopefully every once in a while you’ll pull double duty and impart some of your wisdom to us. (Wisdom which has come through a lifetime of association with me, your fine WhiteEyebrowed brother)
** WARNING: This is no excuse for any of my blog traffic/readers to defect and enjoy her blog more. Please note that my ego requires much more stroking than TLS’, so please keep up that important work, my dear readers.
Nov 11 2008
Last weekend, as a celebration of sub $2/gallon gasoline, the open road called our names and a road trip was embarked upon!
The first stop was San Antonio - and the famous River Walk. Uhhh…. hello!?! The sidewalks are quite narrow and there are no safety rails! This is an accident just waiting to happen! The river is deep, too: eight feet. This is no “Small World” ride, you’re gonna have to swim if you fall in!
I learned that, on average, four people per week fall into the river. Our river guide informed us that the last person fell in not because of drunkenness, but because they were TXT messaging.
Nov 07 2008
At a very young age, I remember going with my siblings and some of my cousins to the city park to play. One such time, when we were going to be staying for a while, my aunt packed us a lunch. When she asked what kind of sandwich I wanted, I replied with one of my most favorite concoctions: peanut butter and honey.
We went to the park, romped around and got really tired, and then it was time for lunch. I was really excited to take a huge bite of that peanut butter and honey sandwich! When I took the first bite and began to chew, though, I was in for one of the rudest surprises of my life… there were CHUNKS of something in my sandwich! I had clearly asked for a peanut butter and honey sandwich, not a peanut butter, honey, and rocks sandwich.
My tender young palate was not ready for my first experience with chunky peanut butter, and if I remember right, I don’t think I even took a second bite of the sandwich.
