Friday, December 30, 2011
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Breaking news from the financial section
Kelloggs (or Quaker Oats or General Mills, one of those major players in the food industry) is introducing a new cereal on January 2nd.
I can’t wait!
I can’t wait!
Monday, December 26, 2011
One week to the Rose Bowl
First, I have been remiss in not thanking ‘Anonymous’ for contributing the words to “On Wisconsin”.
It is such a cute song. And as a school fights song it is so reminiscent of Debby Boone’s, “You Light Up My Life.” Charming, but vapid.
But, now that Boxing Day is nearing a close, Richard and I are preparing for the big game.
GO DUCKS!!!
It is such a cute song. And as a school fights song it is so reminiscent of Debby Boone’s, “You Light Up My Life.” Charming, but vapid.
But, now that Boxing Day is nearing a close, Richard and I are preparing for the big game.
GO DUCKS!!!
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Saturday, December 24, 2011
The great Christmas tree escapade.
Following old family traditions, Richard and I decided to wait until Christmas Eve day to put up our Christmas tree. That means I was out trekking through the back forty this morning looking for the perfect tree.
Although we have many trees, a Christmas tree farm we are not. I searched and searched and searched. Finally, up a hill with a steep embankment behind it, I saw the ideal evergreen. I trampled up the hill only to discover, alas, it wasn’t the tree of my dreams. But there, at the top of the cliff was the king o’Christmas trees. There was even a downed log I could use to climb up the precipice. About half way up the 10’ climb, it suddenly dawned on me why the tree was down. It was dead and rotting. It gave way. I fell backwards.
As I was tumbling down the grade, ass over teakettle, I was thinking to myself, “Self, this isn’t your finest hour!” It is amazing how things go in slow motion when you are sure they are your final moments. I lay on the forest floor, wondering how long it would be before Richard became aware I wasn’t coming back of my own volition. I swear to god there was a chipmunk about three yards from me laughing like a hyena. I wiggled the fingers on my left hand; they worked. My right hand also was functioning, as were my toes. Before you know it I was back on my feet and staggering home.
There in a bramble about four feet from the edge of our front “lawn”, was a tree. Not great, but overly passable. The poor bastard now sets in our front room!
Although we have many trees, a Christmas tree farm we are not. I searched and searched and searched. Finally, up a hill with a steep embankment behind it, I saw the ideal evergreen. I trampled up the hill only to discover, alas, it wasn’t the tree of my dreams. But there, at the top of the cliff was the king o’Christmas trees. There was even a downed log I could use to climb up the precipice. About half way up the 10’ climb, it suddenly dawned on me why the tree was down. It was dead and rotting. It gave way. I fell backwards.
As I was tumbling down the grade, ass over teakettle, I was thinking to myself, “Self, this isn’t your finest hour!” It is amazing how things go in slow motion when you are sure they are your final moments. I lay on the forest floor, wondering how long it would be before Richard became aware I wasn’t coming back of my own volition. I swear to god there was a chipmunk about three yards from me laughing like a hyena. I wiggled the fingers on my left hand; they worked. My right hand also was functioning, as were my toes. Before you know it I was back on my feet and staggering home.
There in a bramble about four feet from the edge of our front “lawn”, was a tree. Not great, but overly passable. The poor bastard now sets in our front room!
Thursday, December 22, 2011
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