Triple Take

As I was driving into work today, I saw something that I don't usually see. There was a man walking on the side of the road. He was an older Caucasian gentleman, maybe 60-ish, I'd say. He was a little overweight, sort of like Santa, only a little smaller with less of a belly and more of a stocky build. He also had crazy white hair with crazy white side burns. He was wearing pants that were rolled up to just below his knees and no shoes. He was also wearing a large, woolen poncho that looked similar to a rug that you might find in a rug gallery in Sante Fe. He was topped off with a plain-looking sombrero, but he wasn't wearing it. It was on a string around his neck, hanging down his back. It took me several times of looking back at him before I could take in the full picture. I wonder where he was walking to.

Quote of the...(5)

In regard to getting beaten in online poker games---

"They arrogantly write themselves into the programs! They're unbeatably
crafty!"

Vacation Education

I recently returned from a wonderful vacation to Jackson Hole and Utah. P&AF and I got in some great snowboarding, skiing, and relaxing. Here's a little list of a few things I learned on this trip...hopefully it gives a nice little summary of the trip as well.

1. Though Burger King may offer free WiFi access, they do not, in fact, offer any power supply for your computer.

2. The odd little symbols on the Utah state highway signs are beehives.

3. Even if your boyfriend takes off at a dead sprint when the grocery store security alarm goes off as you are walking out of the store, the store attendants will not approach you as if you've stolen something.

4. Something just isn't right about microbrews in Utah.

5. Although it may seem like a mistake, wearing a short skirt and sparkly heels out on a night below freezing with snow-covered streets is totally worth it.

6. The outdoor hot tub is always a better bet than the indoor dungeon hot tub.

7. There are too many people on the tram to make for a comfortable ride when the operator tells you to, "Turn around and back in."

8. Despite the fact that experience (especially coming from a big city like Las Vegas or San Jose) might tell you that restaurants, grocery stores, and other retail outlets would be open at 9PM on a Saturday night, this may not be the case. We began searching for a place to eat at about 9PM, and ended up with the Wendy's drive-thru just after 10PM when no other options surfaced. Neither the Taco Bell or McDonald's drive-thrus were open. I kid you not.

9. Airport Security doesn't really care if you make your plane or not when you are suspicious. It would have been more helpful to learn what actually made me suspicious...

10. Running through the airport in your socks carrying your shoes and sweater with a backpack and purse over the moving walkways may not be advantageous. This was demonstrated by my backpack bursting open at the end of the moving walkway. Everything collected in a sad pile, as the walkway teeth tried to eat my postcards and my psych book. Luckily no people were harmed in the incident. Unless they were traumatized by the sight/sound of me frantically crawling around the floor muttering, "This CANNOT be happening."

11. If you are on Southwest for the first flight of the morning, they will leave without you. In fact, they will leave without you 3 minutes early. They will also very kindly put you on the next flight with no hassle at all.

The Real Kit Kat Club

I'm having an issue with my garage. The garage door doesn't stay closed. I think someone else's opener must be coded to my door because it doesn't matter whether I leave it open or closed, there is a 50/50 chance that it will have changed position by the time I return. The garage door has been that way since I moved in. I never really worried about it, even when a pigeon took up residence on the opening mechanism. Sure, there were some extra sticks and bird poo on my car, but it wasn't bad and didn't last that long. Unfortunately, there has been a new development in the situation. The neighborhood stray cats have decided that the garage is the hottest new hang out in Santa Clara. It started out with a few paw prints on the hood of my car and the roof, but the mess has gotten worse. It would appear that the cats are using my car as either a boxing ring or a nice little place for a romp in the sack. Either way, I end up with fur and who knows what else plastered to my car. I think this is the point where I finally have to ask for the door to be re-coded after two long years.