I think that you can never have enough laughter in your life. I love a joke, a prank, or just any excuse to have a good laugh. At my job there is a guy who has one of the weirdest laughs I have ever heard. But he does it so much that you just can't help getting caught up in it. Here's a lady that caught the bug and couldn't get rid of it. Even in another language, you'll laugh too. Enjoy.
08 April 2009
28 March 2009
"To Be Old and Wise...
You Must First be Young and Stupid." That was the front and back of my favorite T-short ever. Now that I have a few years under my belt, I thought I was moving on to the older and wiser part. After this experience I learned that I have a way to go.
We (wife, son, me) made a sojourn to the mall in Cary for some shopping. Anyone who has been shopping with a 5 year old knows what an adventure that can be. Especially since we were going to shop for eyeglasses, underwear, and towels. Not the sort of things that really catches the attention of someone who has no attention span. As it turned out, the boy was SUPER well behaved for the whole trip. On our way to buy towels we passed something called "Super Jump". It is a small trampoline surrounded by a lift with a harness complete with stretchy band to facilitate a serious amount of bouncing. We promised that if he could make it through the last of our stops under control that he could go on "Super Jump". Well he was and he did.
Now the Paul Harvey tribute. We had to pick up the aforementioned eyeglasses on our way out of the mall. Since the boy continued to behave we decided that he had also earned a treat. So before we left we bought him two chocolate chip cookies and a Sprite. Well, we were about halfway to the Micropolis and sure enough from the backseat we hear a regurgitive sound. False alarm. We thought maybe he just ate his cookies too quickly. As if you couldn't see it coming, in about 5 minutes we heard the same noise again. This time with solid results. He had literally tossed his cookies. The wife performed the super-motherly feat of leaning over the front seat into the back to do as much cleanup as possible with the requisite glove compartment napkins and stray plastic bag in the car. The rest of the trip went fine. Only a one time event. After washing the car seat cover and shampooing the back seat all returned to normal. So we have now learned an important parenting lesson. One that has seemed very obvious to everyone that has heard the story. NO FOOD AFTER "Super Jump"! I guess we are still on the path to older and wiser.
And as the late Paul Harvey would say, "...and now you know, the rest of the story".
We (wife, son, me) made a sojourn to the mall in Cary for some shopping. Anyone who has been shopping with a 5 year old knows what an adventure that can be. Especially since we were going to shop for eyeglasses, underwear, and towels. Not the sort of things that really catches the attention of someone who has no attention span. As it turned out, the boy was SUPER well behaved for the whole trip. On our way to buy towels we passed something called "Super Jump". It is a small trampoline surrounded by a lift with a harness complete with stretchy band to facilitate a serious amount of bouncing. We promised that if he could make it through the last of our stops under control that he could go on "Super Jump". Well he was and he did.
Now the Paul Harvey tribute. We had to pick up the aforementioned eyeglasses on our way out of the mall. Since the boy continued to behave we decided that he had also earned a treat. So before we left we bought him two chocolate chip cookies and a Sprite. Well, we were about halfway to the Micropolis and sure enough from the backseat we hear a regurgitive sound. False alarm. We thought maybe he just ate his cookies too quickly. As if you couldn't see it coming, in about 5 minutes we heard the same noise again. This time with solid results. He had literally tossed his cookies. The wife performed the super-motherly feat of leaning over the front seat into the back to do as much cleanup as possible with the requisite glove compartment napkins and stray plastic bag in the car. The rest of the trip went fine. Only a one time event. After washing the car seat cover and shampooing the back seat all returned to normal. So we have now learned an important parenting lesson. One that has seemed very obvious to everyone that has heard the story. NO FOOD AFTER "Super Jump"! I guess we are still on the path to older and wiser.
And as the late Paul Harvey would say, "...and now you know, the rest of the story".
19 March 2009
20 YEARS?!?!?
It seems a strange anniversary to mark, but none the less it is an anniversary. This month makes 20 years that I have been employed in the food service business. As most of you may know, it's one of the craziest businesses around. You work when everyone else is not. You work holidays, nights, weekends, and when most people are sleeping. If you work in the wonderful position of management, you are obliged to a work week of no less than 55 hours. Sounds like a winner, no?
So why in the world would anybody keep working at such a profession? As I reflect on it all, I guess it's been the people. It sure hasn't been the trips to the emergency room for cuts and burns. Not cleaning things that haven't been cleaned in years in the middle of the night. Not even the fist fights and wrestling matches. It's gotta be the people. Here are a few of the most memorable to me. And since it's my blog, these are ACTUAL names of the guilty parties.
Tarsha Hyman... I blush even now thinking about the things that came out of her mouth. What an education for a 16 year old!
Al Babcok... Gave me the phrase when you just need the facts and not a bunch of excuses and details, "Just give me the baby, not the labor pains."
Eric Lynch... Who taught me how to gauge cook times by how much of your cigarette you've smoked.
Ed the dishwasher... Any question asked of Ed was answered by "Aaahhiite". (Alright)
Mike Padgett... Would actually wait for me to leave the kitchen so he could hide a single egg behind a shelf post on the floor in the darkest corner of the cooler. Then come find me to see if I thought that the cooler was clean. Of course I said yes, and I was wrong. Way to go, Mr. California.
Mike Laverty... One of the coolest managers that ever was.
Bobby Love... Not really his name, but nobody knew his real name. This guy took partying to a scary level. Never joined him, but from his stories I knew better than to be anywhere near him.
Ezequiel... Really nice guy. But for his day job he manually inseminated pigs. By night, salad maker. Yuck!
Donnie Rich... "What's happenin', Cool?!". Could drink more than anyone I've ever seen and never have a hangover. At work on time every day. In the morning, no less.
Raline Buie... The best work wife anyone could ask for. Heart of gold.
Chris the prep cook... Was so redneck the KKK refused him membership.
And the person who takes the #1 spot among all the people I have met working in the food business... My wife. Who's only guilty of loving me while I have been out and about working in this crazy business. She was smart and never got sucked into the food business. And she's the reason I have stayed as sane as possible through it all!
So why in the world would anybody keep working at such a profession? As I reflect on it all, I guess it's been the people. It sure hasn't been the trips to the emergency room for cuts and burns. Not cleaning things that haven't been cleaned in years in the middle of the night. Not even the fist fights and wrestling matches. It's gotta be the people. Here are a few of the most memorable to me. And since it's my blog, these are ACTUAL names of the guilty parties.
Tarsha Hyman... I blush even now thinking about the things that came out of her mouth. What an education for a 16 year old!
Al Babcok... Gave me the phrase when you just need the facts and not a bunch of excuses and details, "Just give me the baby, not the labor pains."
Eric Lynch... Who taught me how to gauge cook times by how much of your cigarette you've smoked.
Ed the dishwasher... Any question asked of Ed was answered by "Aaahhiite". (Alright)
Mike Padgett... Would actually wait for me to leave the kitchen so he could hide a single egg behind a shelf post on the floor in the darkest corner of the cooler. Then come find me to see if I thought that the cooler was clean. Of course I said yes, and I was wrong. Way to go, Mr. California.
Mike Laverty... One of the coolest managers that ever was.
Bobby Love... Not really his name, but nobody knew his real name. This guy took partying to a scary level. Never joined him, but from his stories I knew better than to be anywhere near him.
Ezequiel... Really nice guy. But for his day job he manually inseminated pigs. By night, salad maker. Yuck!
Donnie Rich... "What's happenin', Cool?!". Could drink more than anyone I've ever seen and never have a hangover. At work on time every day. In the morning, no less.
Raline Buie... The best work wife anyone could ask for. Heart of gold.
Chris the prep cook... Was so redneck the KKK refused him membership.
And the person who takes the #1 spot among all the people I have met working in the food business... My wife. Who's only guilty of loving me while I have been out and about working in this crazy business. She was smart and never got sucked into the food business. And she's the reason I have stayed as sane as possible through it all!
22 January 2009
These Are a Few of My Favorite Things...
No not raindrops on roses or whiskers on kittens!
Jesus, Atlanta, and really awsome musicianship.
01 January 2009
"Behold, I Make All Things New"
“There are children of God who need this text, ‘Behold, I make all things new,’ whose sigh is that they so soon grow dull and weary in the ways of God, and therefore they need daily renewing. After a few months a vigorous young Christian will begin to cool down; and those who have been long in the ways of God find that final perseverance must be a miracle if ever it is to be accomplished, for naturally they tire and faint.
Well, now, dear friends, why do you and I ever get stale and flat? Why, it is because we get away from him who says, ‘Behold, I make all things new.’ The straight way to a perpetual newness and freshness of holy youth is to go to Christ again, just as we did at the first. A better thing still is never to leave him, but to stand for ever at the cross-foot delighting yourself in his all-sufficient sacrifice.
They that are full of the joy of the Lord never find life grow weary. Getting near to Christ, you will partake in his joy, and that joy shall be your strength, your freshness, the newness of your life. God grant us to drink of the eternal founts, that we may for ever overflow.”
—Charles Spurgeon, “Sermon for New Year’s Day”
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