Just in case you were wondering if Abby and Evie were still the cutest girls on the planet. They are.

Monthly Archives: March 2006
A Non-Whiney, Non-Complaint
Yes, I’ve been a wee negative the last couple posts, but this one and the one to follow it will be happy, gleeful, pleased posts. I promise or I’ll… wait, I can’t write something negative that I’d do or this post would fail the glee test 🙂
Anyway, I’ve ordered a new piece of musical equipment (an effects pedal for my guitars) through Amazon who ordered it through Musician’s Friend. Musician’s Friend is shipping it through UPS. UPS is shipping it through Kansas. Kansas is… wait, this is a happy post. Anyway, UPS is really moving it quickly and efficiently, I love their online tracking system because it first gives you the ‘quick’ bit of information like the scheduled delivery time (Friday in my case) and then gives you a link so that if you’re a tracking happy fellow such as myself you can see that at 1:35 AM your package was in Salina, Kansas making its way to Colorado.
Rock on, I loves me some excess data that will not get my package here any sooner 🙂
Dear Kevin
Dear Kevin,
Would you please stop giving out my cell phone number as your phone number? Sure, there are lots of good reasons to be anonymous and give out wrong information such as fraud, theft and practical jokes, but I’m tired of people calling me up and asking for you. I will confess to liking my ringtone/song so I do enjoy the music playing but I don’t want to get calls for you.
I may in the future start answering the phone as you and see what they’re calling about. Maybe I can have a little fun at your expense as you obviously are having fun at my expense. I’ve noticed that its not just guys or just gals that call which means that you’re not using my phone number to pick-up dates. Well, it doesn’t mean that, but it is highly unlikely.
Well, I just wanted to publicly write this to you since apparently I don’t have your phone number any more than the rest of the world.
Regards,
Randy Peterman
Beware of Change
OK, so I’m not against change. I get it when I (rarely) pay with cash, I see it when I go back to Carson City, Nevada where I go once every several years to nearly wet myself when looking at housing prices and new development in the community. But last night our family went to Fudrucker’s for dinner because Jessica was hankering for a burger and I wasn’t hankering to fire up the grill. I should have stayed home.
When we walked in we were met by a stack of beer boxes, buckets with empy beer bottles (so as to prevent stealing), and a totally scaled down menu. When you are a hamburger based restaurant that sells hamburgers and few other things scaling down your menu is like turning yourself into an overpriced McDonalds. In fact, I think that the service at McDonalds might have been better. They had a table with kids menus on it as you wound yourself through the queue… with a bucket next to it that was empty. It was supposed to have crayons but they had no crayons in the facility. They did, however, add lots more expensive video games for people to play. I just can’t get past the $0.50 per game price. And that’s what they were starting to charge when I was a teenager. Now you have to pay $1.00 or more! Call me a cheap, old fashioned kind of guy but to play a video game that involves shooting people in front of my three year old for $1.00 you’d have to pay me $1,000.00.
And they switched to Pepsi products [which I don’t prefer]. So basically everything that I loved about the restaurant is gone and I’m going to take my business somewhere else that might change, but they might do it gradually or they might maintain a slightly more family friendly atmosphere with choices on their menu. Oh, and I asked the under-aged employee working the register if they had Fat Tire beer. His response was to say, “Fat Tire beer?” slowly and loudly as if I was an old fart who was hard of hearing. “Yes, Fat Tire beer, it’s made in Boulder, CO.”
“I’ve never heard of it before.”
Sorry young’n’, but they’re advertised in neon signs at liquor stores all around the place, most other local restaurants carry them and even Texas (who still thinks they own Colorado) has it. Don’t insult my intelligence when I’m ordering – it is not good customer service.
That is all, our regularly scheduled griping will return later.
Pressing Coffee Le France Way
No, I don’t have a clue if the title of this post even remotely represents “The French” in French. However, I have a ‘French Press’ coffee maker now as of this weekend. I Love it! My buddy Brian has mentioned his several times when we discuss coffee (am I a nut to discuss coffee?). While we both agree that black Starbucks coffee is from the devil, we now also both agree that a French press makes some darn good coffee.
It is slightly more complex than drip coffee because
1) You have to be there to push the water through the coffee
2) You hvae to have a coarse ground
3) You have to be able to put up with a wee bit of mud at the bottom of the cup
But whoa, this is great coffee. A little bit of sugar, some milk/cream and it takes no effort to pass by the Starbucks. Wait, it took no effort for me to pass the Starbucks before.
Jessica’s Got Phone Intensity Disorder
OK, not really. But hearing Abby last night on the phone talking you’d think she did.
Abby: “Grandma, mommy was yelling at her phone. She was yelling for Amanda to answer over and over.”
Actuallity: Jessica was setting up the voice-recognition ‘key’ for the phone so that when she spoke ‘Amanda’ into the phone it would call her cousin.
I can’t wait until Abby gets older and I can sell a book of these things!