Monthly Archives: December 2005

Doh!

I just got a phone call from a retailer trying to get in touch with my wife about a present that I know is for me. I’d like to add at this point in time that if you are such a retailer, work for a retailer or hustle watches on the streets of New York city [props to Louanne for the idea for that last one] please don’t call prospective buyers houses with a paragraph full of information. Caller ID is already a dead give away, it would be best to have as little information as possible for anyone but the person to whom you are supposed to speak.

Well, at least I’m looking quite forward to Saturday morning when we’ll have out local S. Mobile street present opening for the Petermans 🙂 The only hint I’m going to drop is this: one.

The Drumstick of Doom

When I was a boy I did not like chicken. There wasn’t a meat besides hamburger that really appealed to me, but chicken was right out. My mom probably cooked it because it was inexpensive to feed a family of 5 with chicken instead of steak and Lobster. However, I was not a big fan and so I took every oportunity to complain and gripe.

One night my dad was not home from school yet (my dad was in school for much of my youth, at least before I was a teenager) and my mom stepped out of the dining room for a moment. Not being keen on chicken I took that oportunity to slide the sliding glass door open and race to the trash can and dispose of the chicken I had been served. Brilliance. How could I lose for clearing my plate?

Well, for starters there was no chicken bone on my plate. That drumstick had a bone down its center that clearly made up a non-edible piece of chicken. My mom, not being as dumb as I had for some reason anticipated, asked me if I had eaten my chicken [I should not quickly that she most likely heard the door open and close]
“Yes,” I answered.
“Where is the bone?”
“Um… I ate it.”

I don’t recall the conversation after this point, but I do know that my mom went out to the trash can and found the chicken in it. I was punished with having to eat two pieces of chicken. Doh! The moral of the story should be something whittier than “don’t lie,” except that its not. At least she didn’t make me eat the chicken I had thrown away!

Home Again, Home Again, Jiggety-jig

I’m back in Aurora, CO with my family. What a great trip to Texas! I got to meet my co-contractor Steve’s kids, I got to hang out with pretty much everyone at the office. I think that all is moving forward to quite the amazing release cycle early-ish next year. And with that: I’ve got to get some serious work done. I’ll post more later when there’s time.

Texas: Day 3

Wow, this morning I woke up to a freezing cold blizzard. I could not believe the volume of snow we had this morning. I had looked at the weather forecast and things were predicted to get down to 43 degrees, not 3 degrees. The Texas heat must be on vacation.

Just kidding. This is Texas it never gets that cold and it never gets that much snow. However, I’m enjoying myself… and the company is nice. Arvel’s place is great, they’ve got it in ship shape and I think that I want to cook in their kitchen some time if they’ll let me 🙂