| |
| So my weekend was pretty good. Friday stunk somewhat because my TransitCheks from work didn't show up, so I had to shell out an extra $100 for my train ticket. Then I went to turn in my phone and they made me shell over $53 for that. I got a motorola e815 and I have to tell you, I'm not that impressed. The battery life is leaving me something to desire, and the phone on a whole just isn't to my liking. They give me the option to turn it in again within 15 days and I'll get the choice of another. I think I might take that. There was an audiovox I was kinda keen on. I have the numbers and i think I will look them up again and decide.
On Saturday we decided to hit GA early and catch some rides. We got off to a later start than I would have liked, but then again, I hate Benny's and being around them. We got to GA round 11-11:15 and tried to get Ken in on a free pass coupon that was vaguely worded and the first booth attendant said yes, but the ticket person said no. So I felt the little tingle in my head in my "debate center" that was brought on by coffee, Benny hatred, and anti-establishmentism. I started getting my mojo up in line and by the time I hit the first one, I was pumped. I get her manager next and debated with him. HE was a little better than she was. I asked to speak to HIS manager and after waiting 5 minutes, the first girl came back with an offer of 50% off and keeping the coupon. Ken took the deal, and they also gave him a 75% off coupon for the next visit. So Ken ended up with 3 visits to GA for the price of 3/4 admission. I think I could have done better, but the combination of a time strain and me also missin my front teeth went against my case.
After Kari tried to kill me twice on coasters, one of our party fell victim to the looney toon chefs. Kari and I parted ways and went to the outlets. Got myself some nice skin tite shorts for my bike riding, a terra-cotta thing to keep my gahlic in, and a wicked cool ConAire electric trimmer. It works surprisingly well on my goatee and mustache and I am very happy with it. I now have a more executive "Richard Branson" goatee. I like it. We came home, I showed off my new shorts, but Kari didn't like them, so i obliged her in taking them off. I made hamburgers for dinner and we retired to watch the totally crappy M Night Sham-o-lan's "The Village". Seriously, the movie blows. I told Kari that the Villagers were actually dead and we meet Bruce Willis and that weird Hally Jose Omlet kid in the end. She didn't buy it, but I think it woulda been a better ending.
Sunday mornin I passed out till 11am, and we did some runnin around and came home and nothing much else happened. I made meatroaf and corn bread and it was pretty good.
OK, on that note, I'm gonna finish up me laundry and hit the sack. Talk to you all morrow at work.
Goodnight Manchester! | |
|
| Hey all,
Sorry for the lack of posts, but it was a busy weekend. Saturday we were supposed to goto Great Adventure, but my hopes were dashed when I was informed we were going to a ice cream festival in TR. I don't know about you, but I was kinda piqued by my vision of what this festival would be. People walking around with ice cream cones handing them out, or possibly getting a bowl, and people just scooping it out for you. Maybe even like cute girls with whipped cream dispensers and fudge squirters. But alas, it was not like that. I will admit that I was disappointed. We went out with Ken and John afterward to the beach, which I liked except for the people. There was this little idiot kid who was waiting for the waves to wash up and started stamping his foot and kicking the wave to splash me. Now, i did not know this child, and I was drawing a blank as to what to yell at him, so i just stared at him and he went away. At least I haven;t had epihany as to what to say. I hate when you get it 10 minutes later. After we left the beach, I attended the ice cream fair in John's Ford, which I liked better. I went to Harbor Freight & Tool, and Kari drove me back to the farm. I fed the horses while she went out, hung out, and had fun with her friends some more. I stayed home and I watched some movies and tweaked the house router to block a variety of pop-up ad hosts. Now whenever one tries to display, you see a warning telling you that it is blocked. Cool.
Sunday, I crashed as long as I could. I'm kinda on back order with sleep. I have some rainchecks still to cash. But I woke up, made some lunch/breakfast of hamburgers. I was also experimenting as to what makes the best additions. I like worsctershirehsier sauce mixed in with the meat. It tastes good. After that, I showered and rode my bike down to town to the liqour store to get some beer for my beercan turkey breast. I also picked up some taters and onions, and went back and started the turkey breast. After that, I worked on some farm equipment, feed the horses and entertained the most annoying clients we have, the Deck arts. When back inside and helped Kari do the dishes and baked a cake. WOW, I really was in a cooking mood yesterday. Did my wash, and curled into bed with my baby and talked for awhile before I passed out.
And that was my weekend. And the blonde moment of the week:
Kari comes downstairs looking for her purse. I say "Isn't it on the bed?" and she goes "Don't you think I would have noticed if it was right next to me?". We go upstairs and sitting on the bed, less that one foot from where she was sitting on the bed, is her purse. She tried covering it up with the sheet, but I saw it there.
To her defense, her purse is CLOSE in color to her sheets, but still.......... | |
|
| |
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
gitemstevedave's journal