TrivialBob

Getting the duct work cleaned today. That’s a huge gas-powered vacuum cleaner in the yard. I have such an urge to punch that bag. The vacuum is hooked up to the furnace via that black tube. The guys go around the house with a high pressure air hose blasting through the vents to free dust and debris so it can get collected through the furnace.

We’ve had this done before but today the guys found a pack of cigarettes that had been tucked in a vent. There’s no date on the package but I’m sure it’s been there longer than we’ve lived in this house (18 years).

I asked them if they ever find Lego pieces and they said they sure do. With this cleaning I know my house will only have half the Lego pieces removed.

You can never get completely get rid of Legos.

This has been a pleasant week for me, most certainly deserving of another beer of the night.
I have with me this evening a large (22 oz) bottle of Dragonhösen Imperial Oktoberfest lager from Boulder Beer. With the umlaut and the “k” in Oktoberfest I feel like I should be listening to heavy metal as I enjoy this beer. But because I’m boring I have the channel 11 news on in the background.
Boulder’s description of this lager includes this:

Late at night in the dark cellar or among the rows of towering vessels at Boulder Beer, if you listen carefully you can hear the eerie sound of the Dragönhosen.
If you find yourself at Boulder Beer, listen closely and beware… if you hear a scratching and scraping coming your way, the bite of the Dragönhosen is sure to follow.

OK, it’s not the Tell Tale Heart but creepy nonetheless. Were I to hear that eerie sound I’d want to drink.
Hey! That’s some savvy marketing.

This has been a pleasant week for me, most certainly deserving of another beer of the night.

I have with me this evening a large (22 oz) bottle of Dragonhösen Imperial Oktoberfest lager from Boulder Beer. With the umlaut and the “k” in Oktoberfest I feel like I should be listening to heavy metal as I enjoy this beer. But because I’m boring I have the channel 11 news on in the background.

Boulder’s description of this lager includes this:

Late at night in the dark cellar or among the rows of towering vessels at Boulder Beer, if you listen carefully you can hear the eerie sound of the Dragönhosen.

If you find yourself at Boulder Beer, listen closely and beware… if you hear a scratching and scraping coming your way, the bite of the Dragönhosen is sure to follow.

OK, it’s not the Tell Tale Heart but creepy nonetheless. Were I to hear that eerie sound I’d want to drink.

Hey! That’s some savvy marketing.


Boy the way Glen Miller played Songs that made the hit parade. Guys like us we had it made, Those were the days. And you knew who you were then, Girls were girls and men were men, 
[theme from All in the Family]

To which I add - when 56 degrees was 56 degrees. These are the days! Autumn is the best season. Fact!

It’s also known for its refreshing weather honesty. The report gives you a number. And that’s what it actually feels like. I’ve noticed all this week that the posted temperature is happy and feels like itself. No psychotherapy needed. 56 is happy just the way he is.

Not like summer when the thermometer displays 85 but the weather people say “oh but wait, it feels like 92.” It’s like getting stopped for speeding and the cop says you were doing 75. But because of the humidity it felt like 86 so hey enjoy the larger fine Dale Jr.

Or winter when the mercury struggles like a college student on a Sunday morning to rise up. You see a lowly 12 degrees but it feels like 2. If I order a dozen donuts at the bakery should ten be missing because the wind is blowing a little?
Boy the way Glen Miller played
Songs that made the hit parade.
Guys like us we had it made,
Those were the days.

And you knew who you were then,
Girls were girls and men were men,

[theme from All in the Family]
To which I add - when 56 degrees was 56 degrees. These are the days! Autumn is the best season. Fact!
It’s also known for its refreshing weather honesty. The report gives you a number. And that’s what it actually feels like. I’ve noticed all this week that the posted temperature is happy and feels like itself. No psychotherapy needed. 56 is happy just the way he is.
Not like summer when the thermometer displays 85 but the weather people say “oh but wait, it feels like 92.” It’s like getting stopped for speeding and the cop says you were doing 75. But because of the humidity it felt like 86 so hey enjoy the larger fine Dale Jr.
Or winter when the mercury struggles like a college student on a Sunday morning to rise up. You see a lowly 12 degrees but it feels like 2. If I order a dozen donuts at the bakery should ten be missing because the wind is blowing a little?
Beer of the night. Crabbie’s Original Alcoholic Ginger Beer. (whisper voice) It’s not actually beer.
No label on a real beer says “best served over ice with a slice of lime or lemon.”
I remember a time or three in college when the only beer available was as warm as my running shoes after five miles on a hot day. Those shoes probably tasted better than warm Old Milwaukee beer. So I poured the Old Mil over ice because I was not going to wait a few hours for it to cool in a tiny dorm fridge. Speaking of college and beer I can positively guarantee you that I never drank a single beer in those years that had a slice of any citrus fruit in it.
This stuff taste a lot like ginger ale. Ginger! Hah - like my wife! It’s pretty sweet - like my wife! Crabbie, wait no, uh - never mind.

Beer of the night. Crabbie’s Original Alcoholic Ginger Beer. (whisper voice) It’s not actually beer.

No label on a real beer says “best served over ice with a slice of lime or lemon.”

I remember a time or three in college when the only beer available was as warm as my running shoes after five miles on a hot day. Those shoes probably tasted better than warm Old Milwaukee beer. So I poured the Old Mil over ice because I was not going to wait a few hours for it to cool in a tiny dorm fridge. Speaking of college and beer I can positively guarantee you that I never drank a single beer in those years that had a slice of any citrus fruit in it.

This stuff taste a lot like ginger ale. Ginger! Hah - like my wife! It’s pretty sweet - like my wife! Crabbie, wait no, uh - never mind.



katiegirlchasesinfinity replied to your post:I got tagged. I’ve never done one of these…

MINNESOTA TUMBLR KARAOKE MEET UP!





iamrunner replied to your post:I got tagged. I’ve never done one of these…

I like Katie’s idea…



Katie, it was the thought of karaoke to make you find the capital letters on your keyboard?
Now I’m just wondering here… If I had said I’d never gone skinny dipping, rather than never having done karaoke, would you two be calling a MINNESOTA TUMBLR SKINNY DIP MEET UP?
I’m thinking of inviting Tumblrs over to my house before or after the TC Marathon next month. There is a sweet pool on my patio. True story - it’s been used only for skinny dipping.
October could be rather cool but don’t worry. I can bring the Keurig outside and turn that pool into a hot tub in no time.
MINNESOTA TUMBLR KARAOKE MEET UP!
I like Katie’s idea…

Katie, it was the thought of karaoke to make you find the capital letters on your keyboard?

Now I’m just wondering here… If I had said I’d never gone skinny dipping, rather than never having done karaoke, would you two be calling a MINNESOTA TUMBLR SKINNY DIP MEET UP?

I’m thinking of inviting Tumblrs over to my house before or after the TC Marathon next month. There is a sweet pool on my patio. True story - it’s been used only for skinny dipping.

October could be rather cool but don’t worry. I can bring the Keurig outside and turn that pool into a hot tub in no time.

I got tagged. I’ve never done one of these before.

These were the rules.

A. You can only answer Yes or No.

B. You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks.

  • Been arrested? No
  • Kissed someone you didn’t like? No
  • Slept in until 5 PM? Yes
  • Ran a red light? Yes
  • Been suspended from school? No
  • Experienced love at first sight? No
  • Totaled your car in an accident? No
  • Been fired from a job? No
  • Fired somebody? No
  • Sang karaoke? No
  • Pointed a gun at someone? Yes
  • Done something you told yourself you wouldn’t? Yes
  • Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Yes
  • Kissed in the rain? No
  • Had a close brush with death? No
  • Seen someone die? Yes
  • Played spin-the-bottle? Yes
  • Smoked a cigar? No
  • Sat on a rooftop? Yes
  • Smuggled something into another country? No
  • Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes? Yes
  • Broken a bone? No
  • Skipped school? Yes
  • Eaten a bug? Yes
  • Sleepwalked? No
  • Walked a moonlit beach? Yes
  • Rode [on] a motorcycle? Yes
  • Dumped someone? No
  • Lied to avoid a ticket? No
  • Ridden in a helicopter? Yes
  • Shaved your head? Yes
  • Made your boyfriend/girlfriend cry? Yes
  • Eaten snake? No
  • Marched/Protested? No
  • Had Mexican jumping beans for pets? No
  • Puked on amusement ride? No
  • Seriously & intentionally boycotted something? Yes
  • Been in a band? No
  • Been on TV? No
  • Shot a gun? Yes
  • Skinny-dipped? Yes
  • Gave someone stitches? No
  • Ridden a surfboard? No
  • Drank straight from a liquor bottle? Yes
  • Had surgery? Yes
  • Streaked? No
  • Taken by ambulance to hospital? No
  • Fainted? No
  • Peed behind a bush? Yes
  • Donated Blood? No
  • Grabbed an electric fence? No
  • Eaten alligator meat? No
  • Killed an animal when not hunting? Yes
  • Peed your pants in public? No
  • Snuck into a movie without paying? Yes
  • Written graffiti? No
  • Still love someone you shouldn’t? No
  • Been in handcuffs? Yes
  • Believe in love? Yes
  • Sleep on a certain side of the bed? Yes
I went to the grocery store over lunch. On my bike with my re-usable grocery bag, of course. Thank me later, polar bears.
The store had this huge-ass (hah!) display of T.P. on sale. However I did not find a corresponding sale on high-fiber cereals.

I went to the grocery store over lunch. On my bike with my re-usable grocery bag, of course. Thank me later, polar bears.

The store had this huge-ass (hah!) display of T.P. on sale. However I did not find a corresponding sale on high-fiber cereals.

TBT - Sheila and me at Atlantis Resort, 2004.

That year I received a performance award at work - an all expense paid trip for two to the Bahamas. It was a big corporate event.

Terry Bradshaw gave a motivational speech. I’m no accountant but I’m guessing that made some of the trip tax deductible for the company. The speech was fun to listen to so it didn’t feel like work.

On our last night there we had a private concert by Chicago. That was a blast. We could walk right up to the stage during the show. Talk about a front row seat!

When I turn off my desk lamp and shut my work computer I may as well be screaming “Who wants to go in the car?" They know it’s dog park time. Ella won’t let me out of her sight.
However now I realize I have my Target uniform on so I have the urge to buy laundry detergent, maybe some socks, Goldfish crackers for sure and paper towels (only the Select-A-Size, of course).

When I turn off my desk lamp and shut my work computer I may as well be screaming “Who wants to go in the car?" They know it’s dog park time. Ella won’t let me out of her sight.

However now I realize I have my Target uniform on so I have the urge to buy laundry detergent, maybe some socks, Goldfish crackers for sure and paper towels (only the Select-A-Size, of course).

New season of The Mindy Project tonight. Count me among those looking forward to it.
How comfortable am I with myself? I’m putting this on Tumblr of my own free accord and don’t even care that my wife and Tridad may mock me.
Of course I might say to my wife “Did you know Fox is a free TV channel? Yeah. By the way how much was that cut and color you got tonight? Oh that much?! Huh. Well, I have a big box of Cheerios we can eat from the rest of this week.”
I don’t think Tridad ever gets his hair colored though.

New season of The Mindy Project tonight. Count me among those looking forward to it.

How comfortable am I with myself? I’m putting this on Tumblr of my own free accord and don’t even care that my wife and Tridad may mock me.

Of course I might say to my wife “Did you know Fox is a free TV channel? Yeah. By the way how much was that cut and color you got tonight? Oh that much?! Huh. Well, I have a big box of Cheerios we can eat from the rest of this week.”

I don’t think Tridad ever gets his hair colored though.