Carrots!
A Bountiful Harvest
Carrots!
My So Called Life
LOL of the Day
I just noticed that the brand name of tortilla chips I’m eating is “Garden of Eatin'” Best brand name ever! Nothing sells tortilla chips like a good bible pun. This takes the top spot from previous champion “The Great Grillsby” hamburgers.
This is starting out to be a weird week
So, in case you missed all the unintentional humor on the previous post, I will now spell it out in excruciating detail. So I had two unrelated topics to talk about, Pickle Pops and the fact that if I were a disease, I would be Rickets. Naturally, I made a nice title that tied the two together, and perhaps a long the way might have implied that Pickle Pops may be linked to a certain horrible disease. Now you’d think I would have learned my lesson with the last brush with the magic that is Google Alerts, but apparently not. I certainly never expected someone from the company to find my blog.
Let me set the scene for you. It’s Monday morning, a man comes into work all bright eyed and bushy tailed. He sits down at his computer. “Aw great!” he says. “Another blog talking about this awesome product we’re selling! We’re really starting to take off!” He then looks at the title of the post mentioning his product. “Do Pickle Pops cause Rickets?” His smile slowly fades off his face as he blindly gropes for his antacids with one hand and his lawyer’s phone number with the other.
I mean, I don’t know if that’s how it happened or not, but just the thought caused several fits of hysterical laughter throughout the day. Oh man, even now I’m laughing! Too funny. I changed the title of the post even though he was a good sport about it. I mean, even without the title, I didn’t exactly give a glowing review there. I mean, I can’t conclusively say Pickle Pops do NOT cause Rickets, can I?
Along those lines, I decided to go on over to Bob’s Pickle Pops and order a case to give them a fair shake. I mean, I shouldn’t really dis them without a fair trial. And I love pickles, I’ve been known to eat a jar in a sitting, so if I’m not their target audience, who is? However, before you get excited, I have to say I will not be putting my money were my mouth is after all. Sara convinced me not to buy them as even the thought of them sends shivers down her spine. Unlike me, Sara hates pickles. How much does she hate pickles? Well, legend has it that when Sara was little her parents asked her what she should name her little sister when she was born. Sara, having no desire for a sibling, said “Pickle” on account of how much she hated pickles. So anyway, no pickle pops will be coming my way (despite their reasonable price). So if anybody has tried them, please let me know as my curiosity has now been greatly peaked. And, at the same time, if I could manage to get my hands on some Synsepalum dulcificum…
Finally, in completely unrelated news, we have not had any updates on a subject near and dear to my heart; Pirates! Well, just because I haven’t been talking about them doesn’t mean they haven’t been busy. 4 tourists taken hostage, although what they were doing in pirate waters in their yacht to begin with is beyond me. They are just lucky they were taking hostage and not forced to walk the plank immediately!
Business Class
And by business class, I mean the measure of my character, not the mode by which I traveled.
Today I had to fly to Washington D.C. to give a demo and then flew back the same day, all of this in a suit and tie. I felt very important and very professional very hmm hmm hmm and very awesome. The only thing I was missing was a blackberry that I could use to importantly send text messages and other business missives such as, “We’re here” “Yep, we just landed” “I’ll let you know when I get off” like the person sitting next to me where I could read over his shoulder. But if I hadn’t been able to read I would have thought he was doing important business stuff, especially since he had to get right on it the minute the plane was on the ground.
The only bad thing was that I had to get up at 3:30 in the morning and I didn’t sleep on the plane. So I should probably go to bed, huh?
Happy Father’s Day
In honor of my very first Father’s Day ever, Sara was gracious enough to sleep in and let me spend some very early quality time with my daughter!
Evie got me a frame and some paper and some special non-toxic baby finger paints to make me a picture to hang in the dining room. We haven’t made it yet, I’m not sure when we’re going to. Sara bought me a wall clock. I’m not quite sure where to hang it yet since it is too nice to go in any of the rooms that currently don’t have clocks. A clock might seem like a strange present, but you have to understand that I love clocks. I couldn’t even tell you why. Big huge wall clocks, like this:
I don’t know what it is about clocks exactly, but I just like them and I always look at them at Target or where ever (for some reason Target has good clocks) and it was a good present. One time we wnt in a clock store and Sara practically had to drag me out.
Anyway, since it’s Father’s Day and all, here is a really good game to waste some time on. It is a 2D / Flash version of the console game Portal. I know Meg was the first person to tell me that I personally would really like Portal, but I have since heard from many sources that it is a really good game. Since I don’t have an XBox 360, I guess I will have to settle for the Flash version. I haven’t beaten it yet, but I’m somewhere in the 30s.
Shane Halbach 