Wednesday, February 29, 2012
When I got home from work, it had risen to 5,010. As I type, it stands at 5,017. I've only been a member of the Cheezburger network for a little over two years. To have over 5,000 different people think something you did is good enough to favorite is quite an accomplishment.
This is the LOL that put me over the top. It has been favorited by 41 different people. I got the idea from a text that a friend sent me.
As I was checking my total out, I discovered that this picture had just made the front page of "So Much Pun":
That makes my 76th front page picture.
Those of you who know me well, know that I don't like change. I've had only three phones before this new one. Once I learn how to use it, I don't want to get a different one and start the learning process all over again. This time, I got a smart phone. I should be pictured in the next Horizon advertisement: Smart phone/ Stupid user. Things aren't as bad as I pictured it could be. I'm beginning to get the hang of it. I also love to play Angry Birds.
Saturday found us travelling to Dublin for a bible quizzing tournament. We got there at 9 AM to help set up. By the time the tournament was over, it was a little past 5 PM. There were 19 junior teams and eight beginner teams. Our grandson, "The Boy", did well. He posted a 71.67 point per quiz average. That would have landed him on the "All-Tournament Team" if his team had won one more game (teams had to win a minimum of two game to make ATT). Both of his team's losses came on the final question. He did get a ribbon for Honorable Mention ATT. He also got a ribbon for highest score in a quiz and two second highest scorer ribbons.
Sunday was church. For us, that an all day event.
Monday, I didn't have to work. At my company, if you have Friday or Monday off, You don't have to work Saturday (if Saturday is posted). They wouldn't give me Friday off, but they would give me Monday (OK?). I spent the day with Lady Nottagut-TYG and "The Girl" (who wasn't feeling well). When "The Boy" got here from school, he spotted the bag from Horizon, that my phone & accessories came in. He looked in it and found the booklet "Master Your Device". He said "You don't need this, all you have to do is ask Mom." LOL
Friday, February 24, 2012
No, The whole post isn’t going to be in Spanish. Good thing. Mi Espanol es muy malo. Even if your Spanish isn't as bad as mine, you’ll enjoy this story about a Spanish class field trip.
My teacher, Senorita Frijol, caught wind of a special matinee showing at a movie theater in Columbus . It was Cervantes’ “Don Quijote, de la Mancha ”. Not only was it the most classical Spanish movie ever, it was completely in Spanish with no subtitles.
Now, If I had been in Spanish 4, It would have been a great experience. I had not yet finished Spanish 1. I was lucky I could ask where the bathroom was (Donde esta el cuarto de bano). Watching a movie in a language you don’t know is confusing at best.
We all piled into the bus and made our way to Columbus . As we piled out, Senorita Frijol gave each of us a ticket with a seat number on it. All of her classes were sitting together, unlike some of the other schools that were there. I made sure that my best friend, Bart, got the seat next to me. If we couldn’t understand the dialog, we could come up with some of our own.
During the movie, the girl sitting on my left (Bart was on my right) kept complaining that she didn’t get it. “A movie like this is good for only one thing, making out.”
Every once & awhile we caught a word we understood. “Hey, that guy said dog.” “She wants water.”, and “They just said Hello” were heard in whispered conversations. Even though we didn’t understand all the dialog, the “jousting the windmill” scene cracked us up. The girl on my left said “I don’t get it. A movie like this is only good for making out.”
When the movie was over, and the house lights were coming up, the girl on my left said “What a waste of time. I didn’t understand any of it. A movie like this is only good for making out.”
Do you think she was trying to tell me something?
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
We were going to spend Friday night & return home on Saturday. Once we got there, we discovered that Prince Zesty & Princess Pinky had been invited to a birthday party at "Cheezy Rodent" (for those new to my blog, I don't like to use real names. I think you can figure out where we went).
Zesty was off to the races with tokens in hand. My daughter was able to keep up with Pinky for a few minutes, but due to "circumstances", tired out quickly. Grabbing a handful of tokens, I set out to try to keep up with a two year old that could wear out the Energizer bunny.
When she sat down on a ride, I was able to snap off a few pictures.
Friday, February 17, 2012
Thursday, February 16, 2012
It is a vintage Bobby Hull tabletop hockey game.
I'm assuming that it is from 1968/69 since there is a placard from the Oakland Seals. In 1970 they were renamed the California Golden Seals. None of the players are wearing helmets, including the goalies. The last maskless goalie was Andy Brown who retired in 1974.
Monday, February 13, 2012
On Saturday, Sir Gattabout was over showing us a website set up for a cousin that had a double lung transplant. He was going to come over sooner but we weren't at home. When he asked where we were, Lady Nottaguy-TYG told him that we were at a marriage retreat. "Marriage retreat?", he asked. "Is that where you get married and back out of it?" (this comes from someone married twice & with military background)
Tonight, "The Boy" informed us that he knows how to dunk cookies without getting any crumbs in his milk. "I dip them in Mom's milk when she's not looking". Do you know how hard is is to drive when you ROFL?
Friday, February 10, 2012
I named it after a villain in several Disney cartoons because it looked somewhat villainous.
Black Pete was the "pocket knife" that most other boys my age carried. As you can see, it's not a pocket knife by any stretch of the imagination. Yes, it will fit in your pocket, but it's a classic fighting knife. It went with me most places, except school. The one time it did go to school with me, I almost got in a whole heap of trouble.
The rivet that held the blade onto the handle had come loose. This made the blade wobbly and unstable. One of the guys in my science class, Terry,(whom you will hear a little more about next week) said he could fix it. He had a relative that was a gunsmith and had learned a lot from him. I bought Pete to school and slipped him to Terry. A few days later, Terry said he had fixed the rivet and slipped Pete back to me. I put him in my coat pocket in my locker.
During my Freshman year, I had the worst possible gym class. It was the last class of the day. You toted all the stuff you were going to take home to gym with you because there was no time to go to your locker after class and still catch the bus home.
This particular day, we finished our activity and hit the showers. Hurrying through the showers, we grabbed up our stuff and scurried to the buses (some in various states of not quite all the way dressed). As I was running down the hall, and almost to the side door (which was closest for me to catch my bus from gym), Pete flew out of my coat pocket and landed at the feet of the shop teacher.
I scooped that knife up like Brooks Robinson scooped up ground balls at 3rd base and kept right on running. I heard a voice behind me bellow "I don't ever want to see that here again, understand me?" I didn't even look back.