There's no such thing as bad coffee or bad pizza…….
Ok….maybe I’ll get some people disagreeing with me….but you will be wrong. Coffee = good. Pizza = good. There is GREAT pizza. There is GREAT coffee. Then there is pizza and coffee.
There have been quite a few times I have made a pizza…or ordered a pizza from Guido’s here in Boise, ate most of it and then opened the refrigerator door and flung the rest of the pizza into the fridge. Then I’ve made a pot of coffee in the evening, poured a cup and walked into the family room and watched Johnny Carson…or Jay Leno…or whoever the host is of the Tonight show these days. All is well and good…no?
There have also been many times I have wokeded up in the morning….walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge and yanked out a piece of the cold pizza…..poured myself a cup of coffee from the pot I made the night before and corsuaged both of ‘em into the microwave and cranked it up to melt. Then waited for a few minutes until the sweet smell of used coffee and pizza fluxtioned out of the microwave vents.
Aaah….the taste of pre-owned pizza and coffee in the morning. Don’t look up corsuaged and fluxtioned…they’re not real words. Yeah….made ‘em up.
The one exception is a restaurant in San Francisco that used to be called Upstairs at the Cliff House. Great date place. It was upstairs at the Cliff House (obviously) and overlooked the Pacific Ocean at the north end of the Great Highway. Great food…..but consistently bad coffee. I asked the waitress one time why the coffee was so bad there. She explained that she couldn’t understand why it tasted so bad and that “…..the water they use is right out of the SF Bay.” Explains a lot.
I thanked her….then ordered a cup to go, got in my car, took a piece of day old pizza out of my glove box, put the seat back and watched the sun go down over the ocean. Ah…the good life.
Fun Fact of the day: Because of steroid use – ex-San Francisco Giant’s outfielder Barry Bonds is the only player that has ever gotten a Hula-Hoop stuck on his head. - It's true. Look it up.
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Sunday, November 30, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
Day after Thanksgiving.....
Thanksgiving Day..........
18 people floating all over the house on Thanksgiving. Total hairdos about......18. Long blond haired Steve....one dyed black haired Steve....one with ratty long dirty blonde/brown hair - and my last Steve has dreds. Then the cousins....One cousin Steve with spikes and a green tooth style ear ring. Yeah....there were a couple of normal kids.....but I didn't talk to them. Why bother....the normal kids listen to Wham.
As with any other Turkey Day dinner there were two or three turkeys and some potatoes, beans, rolls and lots of pies. How many #$%!! pies do ya need at a dinner? Nobody got drunk...except Uncle Andrew. He's 10....but he can hold his liquor...so we let him drive home anyway.
There's always the one relative that brings the green jello with the carrot topping. She showed up late with the bowl covered in that clingy plastic wrap, as if you have to protect that mixture. They'll be looking for her body for a loooong time.
After dinner we all sat around and talked about people that weren't there....anybody that couldn't defend themselves.....and then moved on to other lighter subjects like religion and politics just to offend anybody we left out. A good time was had by.....me.
Today most of the people had the day off.....I had to work. No big deal. They'll pay for it later...they just don't know when or where.
All and all it was a very good Thanksgiving. Good food.....good family time.....and one drunk 10 year old. Next year will be just as good.....and I'm bringing the green jello with the carrots. My house....my rules.
Fun fact of the day: On the first Thanksgiving they didn't have to stuff the turkeys....because they weren't hollow. It's true...look it up.
18 people floating all over the house on Thanksgiving. Total hairdos about......18. Long blond haired Steve....one dyed black haired Steve....one with ratty long dirty blonde/brown hair - and my last Steve has dreds. Then the cousins....One cousin Steve with spikes and a green tooth style ear ring. Yeah....there were a couple of normal kids.....but I didn't talk to them. Why bother....the normal kids listen to Wham.
As with any other Turkey Day dinner there were two or three turkeys and some potatoes, beans, rolls and lots of pies. How many #$%!! pies do ya need at a dinner? Nobody got drunk...except Uncle Andrew. He's 10....but he can hold his liquor...so we let him drive home anyway.
There's always the one relative that brings the green jello with the carrot topping. She showed up late with the bowl covered in that clingy plastic wrap, as if you have to protect that mixture. They'll be looking for her body for a loooong time.
After dinner we all sat around and talked about people that weren't there....anybody that couldn't defend themselves.....and then moved on to other lighter subjects like religion and politics just to offend anybody we left out. A good time was had by.....me.
Today most of the people had the day off.....I had to work. No big deal. They'll pay for it later...they just don't know when or where.
All and all it was a very good Thanksgiving. Good food.....good family time.....and one drunk 10 year old. Next year will be just as good.....and I'm bringing the green jello with the carrots. My house....my rules.
Fun fact of the day: On the first Thanksgiving they didn't have to stuff the turkeys....because they weren't hollow. It's true...look it up.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Blog day number tooth....
Hey...did you know since nobody is reading this...I can pretty much type anything I want.
Recently my #3 Steve...um, all of my four boys are named Steve...anyway he's learning to drive. It ain't so bad for me, cuz I got an air bag on my side of the car. I do feel sorry for all the other folks on the road with older cars, motorcycles....and any person with a heart condition who happens to be driving on the same road...or sidewalk as my #3 Steve.
We've all gone through the 'learning to drive' stage in our lives. I remember driving an old pickup when I was about 13. It had a 'three on the tree'...which is a three speed manual transmission with the stick poking out the steering column. I was on a dirt road facing downhill and I popped it in reverse...then backed up to where the fork in the road was...then put the clutch in and coasted down the dirt road - transmission still in reverse - until I hit about 92 mph. Ok...maybe 10 mph or so. When I popped my foot off the clutch, the back of the truck started bouncing up and down - and my brother, all of about 15 beginned to wonder why his head was slamming against the roof of the truck. The truck's transmission survived...but my brother...well, he still ain't right. Like with anything else...I blame lawyers.
Anyway.....Steve #3 will eventually get his license.....and I will sit at home waiting for the phone call telling me of the accident. I have my Farmers agent on speed dial.
Here's a fun fact for you: Most librarians move their lips when they read....but the real pros wiggle their ears too. Look it up....it's true.
Recently my #3 Steve...um, all of my four boys are named Steve...anyway he's learning to drive. It ain't so bad for me, cuz I got an air bag on my side of the car. I do feel sorry for all the other folks on the road with older cars, motorcycles....and any person with a heart condition who happens to be driving on the same road...or sidewalk as my #3 Steve.
We've all gone through the 'learning to drive' stage in our lives. I remember driving an old pickup when I was about 13. It had a 'three on the tree'...which is a three speed manual transmission with the stick poking out the steering column. I was on a dirt road facing downhill and I popped it in reverse...then backed up to where the fork in the road was...then put the clutch in and coasted down the dirt road - transmission still in reverse - until I hit about 92 mph. Ok...maybe 10 mph or so. When I popped my foot off the clutch, the back of the truck started bouncing up and down - and my brother, all of about 15 beginned to wonder why his head was slamming against the roof of the truck. The truck's transmission survived...but my brother...well, he still ain't right. Like with anything else...I blame lawyers.
Anyway.....Steve #3 will eventually get his license.....and I will sit at home waiting for the phone call telling me of the accident. I have my Farmers agent on speed dial.
Here's a fun fact for you: Most librarians move their lips when they read....but the real pros wiggle their ears too. Look it up....it's true.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
First things first.....
New to this blogging thing......so we'll see what happens. Start ya off with a Grant's Fun Fact for the day: John Travolta learned to disco dance for Saturday Night Fever by putting lizards in his pants. - Look it up.
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