Oskah! is ladies' day, according to mrguy. In preparation he has repainted the bathroom cabinets, recaulked the bathroom, repainted the fireplace, and I know I'm missing other important elements of beautification he's undertaken. He's a man on a mission of loveliness.
I, on the other hand, am on a mission of health. I have been laying low, but yesterday I came out of my lair like Punxsatawney Phil to speak to a class at my alma mater, then we procured items for today, and I went back to my burrow.
One of my favorite finds at the fish store was the pre-wrapped rice ball nori. Now I can make my own rice ball. That's awesome. While buying snacks, mrguy deliberated about whether to get regular or Men's Pocky. He concluded there should be "no dude Pocky for Oskah!"
After my long rest, it's time to get crackin' so we can commence to snackin'
And prepare my five dollars for its journey home with Tiny But Mighty.
February 24, 2008
February 21, 2008
Breakfast of Champions
Caught another cold two weeks ago. It didn't go away. It had arrived about a week after I finally stopped coughing from The Great Cold of '07.
Went to see the good doctor yesterday. He listened, and my lungs revealed their secret: a touch of pneumonia. No wonder I wasn't getting better.
Hallelujah. They have drugs for that (see above) and I'm not stuck like this forever.
February 6, 2008
The Day I Voted For Reagan
I interrupt vacation coverage to share the following: in an act of friendship and twisted civic duty, I voted for Reagan in 1984.
At that time, I was a young adult living in an apartment behind an Irish bar. I made a number of friends there, all pretty liberal, except the guy we all called Blind Bob. Despite his reliance on social programs the administration wasn't keen on retaining, Bob was a Republican.
One day Bob asked me if I could help him go through his voter information, so over a few pints at the bar, I read the pamphlets to him and we filled out our sample ballots together. We had many points of disagreement. You weren't going to find me voting for Reagan. Or were you?
I was a little surprised when he asked me to go with him to the polls to cast his vote.
Once there, he told the people at the polling place that I was voting with him. We got into the booth together, and I punched his ballot. Then he took a seat outside and I voted *my* conscience. I could have done anything in that voting booth, but I did what he wanted.
One vote for Ronnie, one vote for Fritz.
I lost touch with him, but I think of Bob every election day. Was it McCain, Romney or Huckabee?
At that time, I was a young adult living in an apartment behind an Irish bar. I made a number of friends there, all pretty liberal, except the guy we all called Blind Bob. Despite his reliance on social programs the administration wasn't keen on retaining, Bob was a Republican.
One day Bob asked me if I could help him go through his voter information, so over a few pints at the bar, I read the pamphlets to him and we filled out our sample ballots together. We had many points of disagreement. You weren't going to find me voting for Reagan. Or were you?
I was a little surprised when he asked me to go with him to the polls to cast his vote.
Once there, he told the people at the polling place that I was voting with him. We got into the booth together, and I punched his ballot. Then he took a seat outside and I voted *my* conscience. I could have done anything in that voting booth, but I did what he wanted.
One vote for Ronnie, one vote for Fritz.
I lost touch with him, but I think of Bob every election day. Was it McCain, Romney or Huckabee?
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