Why does it seem that every time I get a new pair of shoes it’s like walking with new feet? I trip on carpet lint, smack the car door when I get out, hit the curb. I look like a cat that’s got tape on its paws…legs whipping out to the side for no apparent reason, feet shaking in air. It’s pitiful.
These are the directions to the Sam Chatmon Memorial Blues Ride in Hollandale, MS this weekend. I thought you might find them amusing.
Take Hwy 49 through Yazoo City. Take 49W to Belzoni. Go a couple miles (2 or 3 traffic signals) take a left onto Hwy 12. Go a couple miles and take a right onto Hwy 61. Don’t go all the way into Hollandale. Instead, take a left at Jimmy Sanders’ Seed Shop. This will be State Aid Rd. The ride starts near the water tower and baseball fields.
I was talking to a buddy of mine today and the subject of food came up. I mentioned the ingredients of my supper Saturday night and his only response was, “You really are single”.
I was confused, really. I mean, wouldn’t most people sit down to a meal of Triscuits, Cheddar cheese in a can, and venison summer sausage with cheese and jalapenos while watching Star Wars Episode IV?
Updated the title based on Wicked H’s suggestion. Seems I’m not the only one coming up with, um, unique items for supper.
Updated title again since Morgan says that it’s not only single folks who eat strange things for supper.
I started doing something today that I loathe when others do it. Letting calls go to voicemail when I’m not busy.
I just don’t feel like listening to users whine about dumb shit. In the past, it didn’t bother me. I could listen all day long and help them solve their problems. Now? Can’t deal with it. Plus, I got a headache.
I’ll quit whining now. The phone’s ringing and I have to actively ignore it.
Sorry, Dear Reader, but I have nothing to report. Life has taken a hard right turn and left me stranded in Boredemberg. I bought some new music, Ray Charles’ Genius Loves Company, and some kind of 4-disc Stevie Ray Vaughan anthology. Other than that, nothing.
UPDATE: It’s the SRV Box Set. Gotta love freedb.
UPDATE 2: It’s a bit disturbing to me, but I don’ think I like the Ray Charles CD. It’s almost painful (for me) to listen to. Anyone else have it and feel that way?
These things are awesome! The FruitTrekker bars from Kalahari are really, really good. I had one of them a few weeks ago at my friend’s bike shop and thought they weren’t bad. I had quite a few this weekend during our race and decided that they are incredibly good.
I’ve had the Apricot, Mango, and Pineapple, and I’ve got to say that the Pineapple is my favorite one so far. I plan to sample quite a few of the others just to be sure. 🙂
The thing I like about them is they’re basically nothing but chopped real fruit. There’s no fat, no cholesterol, and they still taste incredibly good.
I have no affiliation with these people other than I really, really like their product. If you’re looking for a low calorie, flavorful snack, then try some of these. If you don’t like ’em, send me whatever’s left over. I’ll eat ’em.
I think I need to get a new washer and dryer. The damn things keep shrinking all my clothes. It’s weird because they only seem to shrink my shirts and the waistband on all my pants.
Could I be using the wrong detergent?
Keep your fingers crossed, y’all. A friend of a friend is interested in buying one of my old bikes and I could sure use the money.
When I was in Portland a few months ago, I was introduced to Stumptown Coffee, which is a local coffee roastery. Never having been a huge coffee fan, I was really surprised at how much I enjoyed their brew. I enjoyed it so much that I invested in a new coffeemaker, coffee grinder, bean-measuring spoon, and coffee brush. The coffee jones was upon me. I went from an occasional drinker to a ‘must have coffee in the morning’ type. And yes, I did get pissy if I didn’t have coffee.
I enjoyed their coffee for the next two months. When it came time to order more of my favorite coffee, Rwanda Karaba, it was no longer available. To say I was disappointed was an understatement. I tried Folgers (my old brand) and even some Starbucks, but was disappointed by both. Finally, I emailed Stumptown and asked about my coffee. Didn’t hear anything for a few days and figured I was being ignored. I WAS WRONG!!
I got a great email from Jodi Geren with Stumptown telling me that they no longer carried the Karaba. She went on to say that if I’d give her a call, she’d be happy to send me some Rwanda Musasa, which is even more flavorful than the Karaba. To me, that’s just awesome.
This is a great example of customer service. The fine folks at Stumptown have made a customer for life.