Monday, April 27, 2009

Back-to-back

Just time for a quick blurb posting.

Sometimes, you ask people at work, "How are things?"

Most times, people will sigh and give that (purposely) exaggerated look and say, "Busy, busy, busy". I always reply in a friendly shrug, "Hey, better too busy than not busy enough." And for the ones who take the time think about the implications of that statement...they reply, "Yeah...I guess you are right."

I was explaining to Wifey, who spends time gnashing her teeth when she has 2 or 3 conference calls scheduled for one day (she works from home these days on the phone only), that today I have scheduled:
  • 9:00 - 10:00 - Call with counterparts to cover problems and issues with my new job
  • 10:00 - 10:30 - physical meeting with people interesting in being early adopters to the new project.
  • 10:30 - 11:00 - physical meeting with someone who has questions testing and using something I developed in my last job (gulp, I hope I didn't leave something out in my hurry to get out of my old job)
  • 11:00 - 11:30 - call overseas with people who will be affected by new job project.
  • 12:00 - 1:30 - conference call and web meeting to work through complex technical problems with new job.
  • 3:00 - 3:30 - a "mea culpa" meeting with an old friend to explain how...ummm, we kinda cut corners on one teeny, tiny portion of another of my last jobs. There were some problems sent via email and we resolved it in a phone call, but we don't want the exact resolution to be documented via email. We had a gentleman's agreement, and we'd like to leave it like that.
  • 3:30 - 4:00 - daily, scheduled online chat session to discuss problems amongst 30+ people.
Hey, if you're not busy - you're layoff bait. I'll take a microwave popcorn lunch between 11:30 - 12:00 any day.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Up Your Nose with a Rubber Hose

I was trying to remember where I learned this comeback, "Up your nose with a rubber hose."

After I'd saved this draft, I remembered it was used in "Welcome Back Kotter" in ye-olden-days.

Wow. Anyhoo.

This morning, the Girl went over to Wifey and was complaining that her nose felt stuffy - that it was kinda uncomfortable. I was doing something important...I think playing golf on the Wii, trying to make birdie and pay attention to the micro-drama that is our daughter's daily existence. Wifey had a tissue and was trying to get her to blow her nose. There was a lot of questioning and use of the word "booger" going on during this time, as I was trying to avoid slicing over a dogwood-left.

Anyhoo....after a while Wifey exclaimed, "Wait, did you put a piece of eraser up your nose!!"

Whoa, time to hit pause on my game.

Then, the Girl sensing that Daddy was actually now coming over to pay attention to her started getting upset.

I went and got a flashlight, and we held her down as she struggled. She didn't want the attention because she could imagine the lecture that was to follow for doing something so stupid. And in reality, we did not yell at her. We did not scold her. We just wanted to figure out if something was truly up her nose.

And sure enough, in the corner, up, up, up in her left nostril I could see a little pink something.

At this point, she had tears going and I deduced that even if one nostril was plugged, that's why they made two!

Back to my 9 course challenge.

And we sighed that it was almost time for her next wellness check, so it would have to be a two-fer with the doctor.

Later in the day, when the Girl had calmed down a bit and she was willing, I found some tools (some used dental tools my dentist gave me a few years ago and a sewing needle) around the house to try to do a little game of Operation.

She was all smiles. But the moment we got to her bedroom, where she could lay on her back, with her head tilted up, she got scared and the tears started and she started trying to hide her nose from me.

Okay, I didn't press it. The chances were slim anyway.

And then a few hours later, I was working in the office and the Girl came up to present me this:

(the penny is next to the eraser tip for size comparison).

The Girl and the Boy were running around the table (simulating a track meet he watched with me for a few minutes in the master bedroom). And suddenly, the eraser fell out of her nose.

Hey, we'll take the homeopathic solution any day.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Crisis in T-Shirt Land

Crisis in Johnny-Land!

Well, maybe an inevitability.

Today I did a load of laundry - whites to be exact. I washed them Hot with a little of bleach added in. I went through the shirts and sprayed some pre-treatment on a few shirts that had food stains on them.

And after running through the dryer, sadly I found 3 shirts with stains.

My beloved Lanai shirt. To be honest, it has a slight hole in the lower right corner. So, it's been a candidate for the "indoor/weekend" shirt collection (things I shouldn't wear to work).

And....Oh No!!!!! My beloved Curious George shirt! Nooooooo!!!!

And then, Steakfest 2004. This is what makes me bummed. I saw the stains on the lower left of the shirt and sprayed pre-treatment on them. And it still didn't work. These t-shirt tragedies are proof to those who don't like the front-loading washers that they don't get clothes as clean as the traditional models.

Okay. Ahem. Here, for one of the few times only, I'll solict a$$vice and see who can propose a method from recovering from washed and hot-dried stains in white cotton.

Anyone?

But don't cry for me Argentina (pssst, Alejandra, are you still there?)

For I am the man who lives by the philosophy, "Why not buy 12 when you can buy 6?"

Deep in my t-shirt stash are replacement t-shirts. Here is an extra Curious George shirt I had Wifey's cousin buy me as a spare for a Christmas present about 6 years ago. As you can tell by the fold marks, it's been folded for 6 years.

And then, a Duke's t-shirt has also been waiting in DEEP DEEP reserve (which means I forget about them until I see them once or twice a year) since our trip to Kauai in 2005.


Planning ahead, it's good.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Stovetop Smoked Salmon

Years ago, Wifey bought me an oven top smoker. It's a sweet piece of cooking hardware. It's just that I....ummmm...forget I have it most times. It's packed away in the corner of the pantry and I almost never use it.

However, Wifey was away on a very short overnight business trip. And, I have some fish I bought weeks/(months?) ago that was on sale and I finally get to eat seafood (she detests seafood).

Can you tell my smoker is dusty from non-use?

It's got handles and a smoking tray (which you lift up and out)

To put in smoking "sawdust". This is alder "sawdust"

And just place fish or pork chops (which I used to smoke A-LOT)

I was embarrassed about the dust, so I cleaned up the smoker for this picture

You can't really see it well, but the corners have whisps of smoke coming out from them.

The salmon was half frozen when I put it in. So, it took about 20 minutes to cook.

And yes, the red meat of the fish turned a yellow-orange after smoking.
[shrug]
Pork chops, next week!

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Thinking Outside the Box

How many of you think outside the box?

I mean really think outside the box. Be honest here, because we all like to think that we're not "cookie-cutter" people - that we're prettier, more honest, have fresher breath than 99% of the people we encounter on a daily basis (really, isn't that what we think with our inside voice?).

I'm not prettier; I'm not more honest; And Wifey will affirm that I have foul breath even after brushing my teeth (thanks for the support Wifey!)

But, I will say that I can cook a good meal. I can mow a St. Augustine yard like no one's business. And, I can think outside the box when looking at certain problems.

Ever since I was a child, I could take a different look at an issue or problem and try to apply a different solution than what was considered conventional. As an example, if I was trying to fix or adjust something around the house, I look around at "things" that would fit the gap or the notch as I was trying to adjust. I might look at a kid's toy or I might look at some piece of debris in the garage that would do the job. It confuses Wifey as I pick up a kid's toy and head towards something that needs fixing. She always asks, "What do you think you're doing with that?!" And after I plug the tip of the toy into a gap and use it as a screwdriver or lever, she just shakes her head and says, "You're nuts. You should have used a real tool."

And that's my point. In my head, I've already looked at that gap or notch and figured out that a traditional tool (in my toolchest) would not work. I look at the actual gap, and I don't say to myself, "only a tool can fix that". I literally will walk around the house looking any item that is a round peg for the round hole. I don't have the time or patience to order a round peg off the internet to fix the round hole.

When I was in college and more importantly, in the workplace, people would be gathered around mumbling about the difficulty of a certain problem. I would sometimes say, "Hey, you know if you tried it this other way...." I would get one of the following responses, that is if anyone would actually listen to me:
  • That's crazy! You obviously don't know what you are talking about.
  • You don't have enough experience. Just sit back there and let the experienced programmers discuss this. You're distracting us.
  • Uhhhh, yeah. Okay, next!
  • Who the hell are you?
Most times, my crazy ideas just got batted down. But the thing was, they were batted down because they were considered crazy. It's like saying...."The difference between a crazy man and an eccentric is that an eccentric is rich and a crazy man is poor." So because I didn't have a fancy professional title or years of working in the company, my ideas were outright shot down.

I was kinda in a mid-career crisis a few years ago. It felt like, no matter how well my ideas might solve a problem, they were considered crazy because the right person didn't come up with the idea first.

Now, I have to tell you....that many people feel that way. They feel that "the Man" is holding them down. I had a friend in grad school who was a born contrarian. When my study group would get together to discuss how to figure out some proofs - he would ALWAYS go against the grain and propose some hairbrained solution to a proof. And really, about 90% of the time he was just wrong. So I am well aware that my views that I had legitimate alternatives could also mean that everyone looked at me like my contrarian friend.

I work really well with women managers. I had one who liked me and leaned on me to help her run the department. But, she would never put me on a list of technical "go-to" people. I bugged her for 2 years to do that. Finally, I was going to another department and she was headed off to manage another department. We both got burnt by her boss. He lied to her, which in turn made her a liar to me (she promised me one thing to have him snatch it away). But at the same time, there was a major dustup with one of our big customers. It took 3 months, but I managed that problem away. And as we were driving to some going away party for someone...I once again nagged her that she should have put me on that "go-to" list a few years back. And she blurted out, "Well to tell you the truth Johnny...Until recently, I didn't know you were capable of that type of leadership."

And again, that's what it comes down to me and my crazy ideas. In order to try some of my crazy ideas, you have to be respected. And you can't get the respect unless someone is willing to try one of my crazy ideas to solve a problem.

This long-winded story leads me to my "guardian angel manager". She became my next manager. To be honest, I took a boring job I was way overqualified for just to get away from the manager who burnt me and my last boss. My new manager and I had good rapport. But one day, during our twice a month one-on-one session, she was sighing and musing about how was she ever going to get rid of a problem that plagued most managers in our building. There were some tedious forms and paperwork that needed to be cleaned up - we're talking about several years of backlogged paperwork that we couldn't just conveniently forget about. But how do you get people to take care of something they've been ignoring for years?

And that's when I casually told her my solution to this problem. I was just talking stream-of-thought about using carrots and sticks to motivate people. This is where most managers would say, "Yeah. Well, when you become manager, you'll see that's easier said than done." And that would have been the end to that.

Instead, she looked at me and said, "Let's do it!"

And that, as Rick said to Captain Renault, was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

My solution resulted in spectacular results and my guardian angel manager gave me bigger projects to solve. I was loaned out to another area by her for almost a year. But, she was still my manager when it came to raises and performance reviews. After a particularly good review, I asked her,
"So...I don't really work FOR you on a daily basis. But yet, you give me good reviews. Isn't that penalizing the rest of the people in your real department? I mean, I am essentially taking away a good review chit from someone else in your department and I don't actually deliver anything to YOU and the department."
and she came back with,
"Well, I don't view it that way. First, can anyone else in my department get the results you get? No. And, I don't care if you don't deliver anything to me personally. If you help the Mega-lo-corp with a bigger issue, then it's good for the company and it's good for all of us. You just keep doing what you are doing. Let me worry about everything else."
God I loved working for her. I think in the 20 years at the Mega-lo-corp, I've only worked for 3 managers who took the view that what was good for the company, as a whole, was the most important issue.

And was it a surprise that she promoted me twice in 3.5 years I worked for her?

And now, essentially I work for her. About 2 months ago, I was chit-chatting with her in her office and I told her this big project had the right technical people working at the bottom. But, the team was a bunch of lumberjacks used to sawing one tree at a time. They, literally, couldn't see the forest for the trees.

And then she whispered a manager's ear. And that manager whispered into my manager's manager's ear.....and suddenly, I became the team lead to these lumberjacks.

The other day, my guardian angel manager told me, "Have I thanked you again, for taking this job?"

Have I thanked her for realizing and appreciating a programmer who thinks outside the box and is willing to try crazy things with him?

We both win.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Back In The Saddle

Random blogging? What happened to daily and then set break periods?

Work.
(which I am very aware I'm lucky to still be employed)

I was trying to figure out how to explain how my job changes have been at the Mega-lo-corp, without making you yawn. Let's try analogies.

2002- I was plucked out of relative obscurity and made the assistant to a very powerful and senior technical person. Quite frankly, on some days, she was MAD. My relationship with this person was almost EXACTLY the same as the Ann Hathaway character to Meryl Streep in "The Devil Wears Prada" And for those of you looking for happy endings, just like at the end of the movie, this ruthless (and somewhat evil) person I worked for did me an incredible favor that helped boost my career.

2004 - I now have the job of the Meryl Streep character. I even have my own assistant to torment. Suddenly, my manager says (almost two weeks before leaving for China to pick up the Girl), that I have to find a new job in 3 months.

2004 (China) - A manager who has always helped me out in my career sends me email, while I am in China, saying she thinks she's found me a new job - but it's kinda boring. Being a new, nervous Dad I leap at the job.

2004 - 2007 - Trapped in this mind numbing job. Imagine that in my previous job I was the head of trauma surgery for the entire hospital. Now in my new job, I give out flu vaccines in a mobile neighborhood health van. Only by sheer chance was this the time I started blogging. Seriously, there was NO WAY I was blogging during work hours to keep my sanity. No....I was just thinking via keyboard....yeah...that's it.

2008 - Finally FREE. The underground railroad helped free me from job of dispair. Managers are not officially allowed to poach employees from other departments. So they send the programmers out to do the poaching. Thus, the managers have "plausible deniability". An old friend (programmer) was sent by my guardian angel manager to pull me back into my old area. The work isn't scintillating, but now instead of doing checkups in a mobile van, I'm now back in the hospital stitching up people in general surgery. A bit ho-hum, but not mind numbing.

2009 - A new job. Again, my guardian angel manager (who is now very high up) whispers in a manager's ear - who in turn whispers in another manager's ear and they all think that they each came up with the idea that they need me to help fix a problem (and I'm the one who "thought out loud" in my guardian angel manager's office that I could possible fix this impossible problem). I'm now part of a high risk team that's either going to come out brilliantly this Fall or flop rather badly this Fall (and hope no one remembers I did this). Now, I'm the head of an emergency organ transplant team with the helicopter on the pad, the blades are spinning and we're waiting to hear about when to go.

Failure is not an option here.

(blogging a bit more unpredictable and infrequent - and apparently so is spell checking and proper grammer grammar)

Thursday, April 16, 2009

For God's Sake Feed Me!

Food

Bubba is such a chow-hound that when it comes down to dinner time, he
doesn't care Abby is using him as gym equipment.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Hawaii - Contiki 1, the people

I was about to wrap up this trip posting when I kept thinking about the interesting people on the trip. We only spent 9 days together, but it was so interesting to see a glimpse of people that you most likely will never see again.

A short summation of the people:

The Girl from Iowa - she worked at a TV station and this was her dream trip. She had a deep crush on the tour guide, George. She fell in love with the islands and was trying to figure out how to change her life so she could end up in Paradise.

The New Yorker, Ira - When I mumbled, "Whoa, she's thinking about coming her to chase George?" Ira said, "Eeeh, he's gay." but not in a bigoted way. He was just shrugging his shoulders that she didn't realize her infatuation (and a reason to possibly move to Hawaii) was....ummmm, playing for the other side. But Ira wasn't certainly going to burst her bubble. Loved Ira and his very quiet and subtle cynicism.

The Doctor from New Brunswick, Anne - Okay, we get along as buds. We find that we have a common temperment. We try to teach ourselves how to bodyboard off of a rocky beach in Maui. I cut my heel pretty badly on a rock and she advises me on what I should do. I end up hobbing in Hawaii the last 3 days of the trip. Only when we get back to our respective cities and exchange email does Anne inform me that she's a doctor! (Who had just completed med school) On the trip she told me she was a social worker! What was that about? She told me friends told her to say she was a social worker so that guys wouldn't try to latch onto her. Dude, I had a deep cut in my foot. You could have sewed it up.

But, I did like Ira and Anne. About 1 year later, we three gathered in Orlando for joint vacation. It went okay, but it wasn't like Hawaii. So, we've never gotten together since...and our emails to each other have fallen off as we've each gotten married and had kids.

The Greeks - A brother and sister pair from Australia. The brother's high school graduation present from his parents was a trip to Hawaii. But, his older sister had to come along as his companion and chaperone (which they both found amusing and annoying). I found out something interesting....they said that they were Greek. And then I asked them, well you were born in Australia right? They said yes...but whereas Americans say they are "Americans, with a heritage/background that's Irish or German", in Australia they prefer to say that they are Greeks, who are Australian. Basically, they don't consider themselves a melting pot like we do here in the states. I liked them, she was one or two years older than him and it was obvious they were close. Sadly, a year later most of us on that trip got a letter from him saying that the sister had passed away in her sleep - with no more details. I think she could have been in her mid-20's.

The Quick Date Gal - I can't remember her name, but she was there to hook up (ahem) with as many blokes as she could during the trip. I believe she met some servicemen on leave during our first half of the trip and....uhhhhh....made their acquaintance very quickly. Then, she made an "appointment" with some other sailors for the end of the trip. And then, she hooked up with one of the luau guys, that night, after the luau. The other girls just shot daggers from their eyes when they looked at her. The guys in the group didn't want to accidentally get a venereal disease if we brushed up against her. And, she really didn't care for the general group all that much.

The Swiss Scientist, Stephan - He was a scientist who had a conference in California. At the last minute, he decided to extend his trip with a side-trip to Hawaii. He wanted to make friends, but he had the personality of a robot.

My Creepy Roommate, Alan - He was quiet and didn't talk much. I finally figured out that he was a construction worker from New Zealand, who put up sheetrock for a living. The last night in Maui, the gals in the group told me he had a breakdown and started sobbing in front of them at our Christmas party. Me? I was in the parking lot, sitting down with a beer and smoking a cigar. Apparently Alan had hoped he would travel on a tour and meet the girl of his dreams. And...that wasn't happening. I couldn't figure out if his breakdown was a true breakdown or a fake sympathy ploy. Anyway, he made me nervous the last two nights we had to share a room.

Oh, and the Canadians spent all their time griping about how expensive Hawaii was. I thought the Scots were tight with the coin!

Six

Today the Girl turns Six!

At least that was what was decided by some people in an orphanage 6 years ago.

[Shrug]

Sometimes you go with what you got.

A few weeks ago, Wifey had an idea to write one of the women basketball players of our local college that the Girl likes.* Wifey told this young woman that she was the favorite of our little girl - and sent a picture of our gal in her cheerleader outfit** at one of the games this last year (we have season tickets to the women's games). Wifey asked if she would send the Girl a birthday greeting on her birthday.

And, this young player wrote us back that she'd be happy to do so.

So on the day before her birthday, like clockwork a card showed up for the Girl, whose mind was a bit blown that a player she likes cheering for on the basketball court "knew" her and would send her a card.

We took pictures to send to the young woman and thank her for her kind gesture. It is heart warming that someone would take the time out of their busy student life and go purchase a birthday card for a little gal she's never met. She wrote very nice things in the card, and we're even bigger fans of her - the person.

*I suspect she likes this player just because she has an interesting short nickname!

**She's got 4 such outfits as she grown out of them over the years.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Hawaii - Contiki 1

This is where I know I'm turning into an old fogie. I'm trying to remember when my first trip to Hawaii occurred. I know it was Christmas/New Years, but the year....

I finally had to look up our online property tax rolls to deduce it.

House built in July 1998.

House started in January 1998.

House design started in summer 1997 - after I figured out I was wasting my time waiting for the right gal to come along before I started building my dream house on the lot I owned.

Broke up with ex-girlfriend for the last and final time end of Spring 1997. To be fair, it was a planned breakup as she told me (when we got back together the last time) that she was leaving Texas to go home to her Mommie in Spring 1997.

Which means....I took my first trip to Hawaii over the Christmas break of 1996.

Whew!

How many of you have to count backwards like that?

The old itinerary was a 9 day trip which covered the islands of Oahu, Hawaii, and Maui. We were there over Christmas and just returned the day before the new year.

It was a good trip, with people from various parts of the world there: Australia, Japan, Germany, New Zealand, South Africa, Brazil, and Canada.

The first 2 days were in Oahu. We went and visited Pearl Harbor and the North Shore. Walked along a beach, the winds were whipping up the sand (and the surf), so no real beach time there. But just like an adoption trip to China, the first two days were built as "catch-all" days to allow people joining from various parts of the world time to gather in case there was a delay due to travel.

After two days in Oahu, we then went over to the Big Island (which is also named Hawaii). It was quiet and tranquil.

We were there for almost 4 days. We went to visit Volcano National Park, which essentially is a semi-active volcano and national park. And one of the highlights was this

Lava, flowing underground through tubes and vents hitting the ocean and generating steam.

And then later, snorkeling in a pristine cove:

The Big Island was so quiet and slow. After the hurry, hurry, hurry of Oahu, things just ground to a standstill on Hawaii. There was a point in that trip I always remember with the verse from one of my favorite songs. The song is a Crosby, Stills & Nash song, Southern Cross.

In a noisy bar in Avalon
I tried to call you.
But on a midnight watch I realized
Why twice you ran away.

I remember that on the third day on the Big Island, it was a free day where we were free to set up our own excursions or day anything we wanted.....including nothing.

That morning, I went to the local coffee shop/shack and got myself a very large cup of Kona coffee and I sat on the patio at the edge of the water watching waves coming in crashing on the rocks. And nearby was a local just practicing surfing in this small cove. He would surf for a few yards, jump off, paddle back out and surf back into this rocky cove.

I just sat there mesmerized, sipping my coffee, just letting it all go.

And with different words, but the same feeling, while sitting the lyrics would have been for me:

On a busy trip to Hawaii
I rushed from place to place.
But on a quiet morning I realized
That Hawaii was about letting go

You may or may not understand that. But from that moment, I understood what they locals mean about the "Aloha" (which the tourism board keeps stressing means being super friendly and welcoming). But for me, the Aloha is about just letting go and going down 2 or 3 gears in intensity. And just enjoy the moment for what it is.

Maybe this tells a better picture. This was taken while on a sunset sail off of Maui.



It's all about letting go.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

A Peaceful Easter

This morning, it was raining and our morning walk for the dogs was delayed. The Girl was starting to get crabby, but suddenly she agreed to go on a walk with me and the dogs. She's not a great big fan of the dogs, and she isn't fond of being away from her Mom.

But for some reason, she agreed to go on the "long walk" with me (that takes about 80 minutes - with me walking them alone). She was starting to be a long walk walker just before we left to adopt the Boy. And since he doesn't like hiking or walking long distances, we've regressed and she's only done 3 long walks in 2 years.

Today, she agreed to go. And for 90 minutes of the 2 hour walk, she wanted to hold my hand while we walked. She was very pleasant, quiet, and just nice. The attitude from an almost 6 year old was just temporarily put on hold.

Oh, if I could just bottle that time.
Growing up an immigrant of non-practicing Buddhists, the tradition of Easter or the Bunny or the egg hunt was only learned through school events (if there were any). Thus, I don't have a strong "history" of anything Easter or Bunny.

But on the flip side, I don't have a strong history of anything NOT Easter or Bunny.

Thus after the rains, the sun came out and the clouds completely disappeared.

Wifey hid the eggs while I kept the kiddos busy.



And after our 10 minute egg-hunt adventure, the Boy and I laid down on the little hill that is our front yard and looked up to the sky...while a nice breeze was blowing over us.

Merry Happy Easter, y'all.

Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Hawaii



Hey, hey, hey....a stack of 1's? Is Johnny up to visiting the "naughty place"? Puleaze. Those gals would put my back out of alignment and I'd be running to my chiro.

No, it's a trip to vacation land! Actually, by the time you read this, I will have been back - as I follow the rule not to tell people I'm away from my house so you can't ROB IT.

By the time you read this, we will have returned from our every-two-year trip to Hawaii.

When we tell people we take a trip every two years, they look at us kinda funny. No, we're not made up of money. We save, save, save and plan, plan, plan. Some people go to Disney once a year. Some ice cubes in the mid-West (you gals know who you are) take yearly trips to Florida.

We scrimp and plan and go to Hawaii every two years.

This all came about through serendipity. This goes back to the last serious ex-girlfriend. She had dumped me (again!) and few months later, I just didn't feel like spending another Christmas alone. I'd never been a fan on going on tours with strangers. But, I thought I needed to shake myself out of my funk. And, I didn't want to be one of those people who said, "One day, when I am married, I'll take a trip to Hawaii." I mentioned Hawaii to a Japanese friend of mine at our Mega-lo-corp offices in Tokyo. She said, "Well, I've always wanted to visit Hawaii. Why don't my friend Fumiko and I go on the same tour as you?"

Hey, sure! So we arranged to sign up on the same Contiki tour.

My old, favorite travel agent (remember those?) set it up for me. I asked about the 18-35 age requirement. She said that this tour group wanted to send a message that these groups weren't to include grandparents or any old fogies (of which I am officially one now). I can't remember how old I was when I went....31? 32? But, I was still under the wire age-wise.

And then about a month before my trip, my ex asked to get back together with me. My Mom, desperate for me not to be a bachelor the rest of my life actually offered to PAY the ex-girlfriend's way to join me on the tour.

Uhhh, this was tempting...but I think I was more reluctant. I got burnt by her twice and decided I wanted to take it easy. I could see it being a disaster if she decided to dump me while we were traveling in Hawaii!

And it's off to the islands!

Monday, April 06, 2009

Congrats to Lisa & Jeff

After a long, long wait they received their referral. I would like to link to them, but they've gone anonymous and I respect their decision. If you know where they've gone, then I'm sure you'll be by there to offer your congrats as well.

The Blast Pupper

I like meeting fellow bloggers.......unless it turns out that right after meeting them I've determined that they are as loony as a jaybird.*

But, I've been pondering....who would I like to have over for a raucous dinner party?

Let the hurt feelings begin!

First, let us say that I will admit I have a "Jesus Complex".

Wait, let me see what that really means on ye-old-internet......[typing, typing, typing....]

Check! That's me.**

Thus, my last pupper, I mean my blast supper would look like this:

I won't list people I've already has lunch/dinner with.

So, who...who...who...would I like to have dinner with? I'm just going to name the blogger. Their spouses could possibly come along, but since they don't blog...eeeh, they can wait out in the rental car for the 3-4 hours of our dinner.

Kidding...well, maybe.

1) Doris - What can I say about this person who has a signature signoff of "Keep Smilin!" It's been a long wait for her, and sometimes when she's down in the dumps, I wanna give her a martini and a monster steak. Hang in there.

2) Omegamom - I suspect it would take a few hours to get her warmed up before the inside jokes came spilling out. Shy, but sly.

3 ) Ford & Alyson - One of the most friendliest online couples. The only thing is, sometimes Aly posts....and I can't tell it's her until I read the words DH. Maybe you are truly a one-unit couple when I can't tell who is writting? Always positive, always friendly.

4) Marlies - One of my original online buds, when I dug into the boards AFTER we adopted the Girl. Oh hey, I gave up using the Dutch-to-English translation tool to read your blog. The translation was even more confusing than the Dutch. However, the pictures are gorgeous.

5) Susan - I think I would like to spend time cooking, drinking, and talking in the kitchen with her. We'd chase all those non-cooking peepers out of my kitchen while we had a good time making the meal.

6) Jo (PW) - Well, think chameleon. By the time I invited her, she got her passport in hand, she boarded a plane to visit, she would have either created 4 separate blogs and/or given them different names. Would I recognize her? Just bring that kiddo, okay?

7) Atomic Mama (PW) - A person destined to live in my city, but hasn't yet realized it. She could rollerskate in our living room, once we moved the couches out of the way.

8) Special K - You know I think ahead. If there are going to be a lot of people to frisk, why not ask a pro? Then, she and Wifey could go through Wifey's hundreds of penguin items, totally geeking out. Seriously, penguin freaks unite.

9) Epin (PW) - Oh so many questions.

10) Rhonda - Seriously, the only way I'll ever know what she looks like. That hump? They have surgical solutions for that these days. You should see the chats we have online. Some of the subject matter has made it into posts. But wait....if I don't even know what she looks like, how will I know it's actually Rhonda that showed up? What if she sent a fake emmisary...named Dawn?

11) Homesick Home - Came close to meeting up for a dinner during traversal through S.F. on the way to Hawaii, but it feel through. And now, unless I show up in Japan....

12) Jackie - Except the mace and the whoop-ass in China, very lovely lady. Technically, we didn't eat lunch or dinner together (were we at the fabulous morning buffet at the same time?). We can watch tape of the 2009 Fiesta Bowl. Oh, my bad.

This list was very hard to make. Many people got added, subtracted, re-added, and eventually subtracted. It tells me I'd like to get together with even more people (not including the people we've already met).

Hmmm, who have we met/ate with more than once?

M3
Sparky
Kikalee
Stephanie & Mark
Amy & David
Spacemom
Tink(s)

Good company.

*One test to see if you, yourself, are loony is if you believe the a certain president isn't really president because he was secretly born on another continent and that all his birth paperwork was forged.


**And you don't have to bring any w(h)ine to the dinner. I can simply turn the water to California Cabernet.

Friday, April 03, 2009

2 Years

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Wednesday, April 01, 2009

Gnocchi with Sausage

One of the simpler things to cook, although ingredients (one) are a bit pricey:

From top, clockwise:

White truffle flavored oil - $$$$$!
Black pepper
Parmesesan-on-stick
White pepper
Olive Oil
Pre-made gnocchi - we always have 2 packages on hand in the pantry. I don't know what chemicals magic they put on them, but they never have to be refridgerated.

Me loves me some mysteriously well preserved gnocchi.
In a bowl, mix up truffle oil, olive oil, a bit of salt, black and white pepper.
Then, blasphemy! Parmesean on a stick with its own built in grater.
Add the cheese to the mixture. This is a top-and-bottom half effort. This is repeated when the cooked gnocchi is dumped into the bowl.
Look almost ready to eat - but raw.
This is the most dangerous part - I get many (HOT) water splatters here.
The great thing is it cooks up in about 2 minutes and you can tell as they float to the top when cooked.
Drained and dumped into the mixing bowl.
Add the oils, salt, peppers, and cheese to mix up thoroughly
Then plate with your favorite meat. In this case, it's Polish Kielbasa.