28 January 2008

My Best Bud's All Married & Stuff

When ya think about how you came to know your best friend, often you don't recall. But you're glad he or she is. Preston Everett has held that title for me since 7th grade. We've been through a heck of lot together. He's helped me in so many ways...helped make me the man I am today. Saturday (1/28) he got hitched!
That's Preston on the right, along with our dear friend Stephanie Tracy, and little ole me.

This was truly one of the best weddings I've had a role in. My best friend got married. Another good friend of ours married him. Several ole buddies had a chance to get together, reminisce, and even shoot off a fireworks show for the wedding party, family, and friends!

It was the first time we all had been together in the same spot for probably 10 years. Too much time to not be around good friends. As always, I love going back to Mississippi. This trip was mostly to be there for Preston and help get things ready and to "send him off," but I did get to visit a couple friends. I look forward to when Kim, Georgia, and I can return to the Magnolia State for good.

Preston & Stacey - may yours days and years be filled with faith, hope, and love.

23 January 2008

High Tech Trash

Who would'a thunk it? My kitchen now has an automatic trash can. No longer must one open a lid or step on the pedal. Now, a mere motion near the lip of the can raises the eager lid. Seconds later the lid closes to conceal its bounty.

I'm sure an infrared trash can isn't something new...but it's something one doesn't ponder. Then, to have your wife determine that this unit is the size needed for the kitchen AND is cheaper than manual receptacles, plus being stainless steel?! End of story.

To add to the comedy, my darling daughter - smart as a tack - can easily hear the subtle noise that lid motor makes while raising and lowering. She can hear this noise across the room - assuming she's not involved in other activities - and share rather matter-of-fact with me, "that's the trash can."

13 January 2008

Excuse Me, My Mouth's Melted Off My Face

For those who know me well, you're aware of my inhuman (or inhumane) interest in spicy foods and sauces. Kim has always claimed my stomach is cast iron as I can eat spicy fun and rarely have indigestion, heartburn, or need medical attention.

The South is known for having hot & spicy dishes. After all, an area know for good food, folks who like to eat, and rednecks daring each other to invent something...well, you get the picture.

However, Maryland seems to be the origin of the hottest sauce I've ever met. Pictured at the left, Dave's Insanity is evil in a bottle. Literally, a drop of this stuff will set your mouth a blaze. Unlike some hot stuff that your mouth adjusts to and you continue to consume, Dave's Insanity begins to eat away your sinuses and mouth's lining.

I continue to come back to it...like some sadist seeking proof that I can handle more...when visiting California Tortilla - another nice find in the DC Metro.

Even scarier, there's a Total Insanity and Ultimate Insanity. Total was actually not as hot as plain ole Insanity. Maybe I had a watered-down bottle the first time, since the last time I tried Total, I recall tears. I only just learned of Ultimate from their website and I fear it is sold as a Weapon of Mouth Destruction.

Lessons From The Cucumber

Georgia loves her vegetables...errr, should I say Veggies. She's been able to sing the VeggieTales theme song for quite some time now. "Wanna watch Bob," is her simple request. Although she knows Larry, Junior, and many of the other characters...Bob the tomato is the namesake for her of this creative computer-animated series fused with fun and a Biblical-lesson.

What once was a skit during a "Silly Songs With Larry" several episodes ago, "The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything" is now a movie. The family including Papa & Grammie went to see it Saturday morn.

Often, there aren't many good movies available to actually take a kid to a theatre. This one is perfect, fun, teaches about how a kid can be a hero, and is about pirates - ye can't beat that, me hearties! Arrrrrggggghhhh!

10 January 2008

At The Time, It Seemed Like A Good Idea...

How often have men voiced either silently or aloud that logic? Quite often, I'd imagine. Because at the time, it DID seem like a good idea. Go back as far as you want, men. We've stared challenges down and either plowed through them or been tilled like the dirt. Take for example, the picture of the Model A. Abandoned and stuck in the mud of an Iowa road. Perhaps the owner was journeying to a caucus but he was on a mission and thought his skinny-wheeled iron horse could navigate that mud. Instead, the mud owned him.

Or take this poor guy. Driving a limo, minding his own business and WHAM! Can't even trek down a hill without wedging the stretch on the road!

In my case, a mere walking the Beagle led to a fascinating ordeal.

In human years, Maddy's in her 80's, so the ole gal needs that last walk before going to bed. She looks forward to it...anticipates it. However, I tend to take a cat nap most evenings we're home. Sometimes Maddy waits for me, sometimes she goes to her bed - a monogrammed denim dog pillow in our bedroom. No, she's not spoiled.

Around 12:30 or 12:45am Wednesday night, she was waiting for me. Upon snagging a set keys from the hook next to door, we're off for our stroll around the neighborhood. The walk only takes a few minutes, long enough for her to have ample chances of reliving herself.

On the way back, I feel the set of keys in my pocket and became alarmed. Between my thumb and index fingers was a small metal angel on the key ring. These are our neighbor's keys!

Their house was recently sold as they have moved to Alabama in October. Kim had Wednesday off and she and Georgia had gone over to the Russell's place to make sure all was in order, check the mail, etc., before we took Georgia to Papa & Grammie for a sleep-over.

No foreign keys are ever on the hook. Ever.

So, Maddy and I make it back to our home and proceed to ring the doorbell, bang on the door, and use one the Russell's keys - similar in shape to our door's key - in an attempt to "jimmy" the lock. No luck.

Now, you might be thinking, surely Kim would hear me banging on the door and ringing the doorbell in our 2 story townhouse? Well, when she's asleep - she's out. Plus, as a snorer myself, I find it fascinating how snoring rarely awakes the person snoring but someone else's snoring can wake the other snorer. Breathe Rite strips are a lovely item.

I digress.

Our fenced backyard is virtually impossible to scale. Plus, if I got back there with Maddy getting out would surely lead to her or my wounding in the process of scaling the wooden fence or being dropped to the other side. You should see Maddy try to hoist me over a fence. ;)
So, having the keys to the Russell's townhouse (merely across the parking lot), Maddy and I go with the intent of finding a phone and the home's phone lines in service. Or perhaps a cell phone! If I could call the house, that'd wake Kim up!

There was a cell. Dead. There was a phone. No service. I also noticed the oven digital clock reading 3:10am. WHAT?! That's impossible! There's no way Maddy and I were in front of our own house for 2 hours trying to get back in. I could locate no other form of clock.

I opted to set the oven timer for an hour and half and take a nap.

Slowly, sleep came upon us. Maddy curled up beneath the front window sill. I snuggled into a large comfy love seat. The frontporch, foyer, and den lights all were on in the off chance Kim awoke and wondered where we were. Optimistic reaching, but we were prepared!

I awoke with 10 minutes to spare. Maddy and I returned to our home and continued the banging and ringing. Nothing. Also, I should note that our little doorbell's plastic deteriorated some time ago, so the ringing of said bell took place by jamming the metal angel into the fixture and flicking it around on the copper connections to creating the rings.

The temp had dropped drastically and my sweatsuit was only so comforting. After several minutes we returned to the Russell's. It was 5:15am. The digital thermostat for the central heat had the same time. I had hopes of going into work early this morning, but I knew Kim had planned the same so her alarm would be sounding soon.

Maddy and I returned, performed our task of banging, knocking, and kicking the door and typing morse code and other rhythms on the door bell. Nothing. I managed to peer into our lit kitchen via an opening in our door blinds. The microwave clock read 4:30am. Ahhhh, the Russell's moved prior to the time change and their clocks had not "fallen" back.

So, Maddy and I returned to our new base of operations and waited a half hour before returning to our home.

Of course, by this point I had considered everything...from breaking a pane in the door, breaking the kitchen window, kicking in or prying open the door, and throwing rocks at Kim's window. All lovely thoughts that would clearly be costly ventures.

We returned one last time to the Russell's. I knew if Kim's alarm wasn't going off at 5 it certainly would be by 5:30am. Our final attempt producing failed results, Maddy and I proceeded to the backyard. I planned to yell at Kim's window and wake up whomever to end this cycle of doom.

Victory! Our bedroom light was on. We went back to the front and were allowed access. Now, to take a shower and begin the day. Oy.

I do believe all things happen for a reason...as trivial, easy, or hard as they seem. But this one? Wow, got me!

So, at the time, walking the dog seemed like a good idea. However, if Maddy had not needed a walk, if Georgia had not had a sleep over (she would've easily woken Mommy up), if the Russell's keys had not been on the hook (nothing but house keys hang there), I would not have this entry and would not be looking forward to sleeping in my own bed tonight.

Good night. ;)