Good morning everyone. This is the second installment of this very popular new Thursday theme...
I remember the first time I had to study... Don't let anyone tell you that these Bobcats at Texas State University in San Marcos, America aren't trying. I stopped by the local Hastings bookstore a few weeks ago, when the second semester began. Hastings has a full rack of one-sheet, laminated study guides covering a variety a topics. Well, the rack was full... Of the FIFTY total that were supposed to be available, FORTY were already SOLD OUT... Eat 'Em Up, Cats! ;)
I remember the first time I met someone who was famous and didn't know it... I may pick on the good students of my alma mater from time to time (I also pick on myself to keep the playing field even), but here's one of those "feel-good" stories... ;) Recently in my job, a significant number of customers (students) who saw me regularly during the fall semester have been approaching me and introducing them themselves during the spring semester. A young lady named Alison did exactly this recently. We ended up "friending" each other on facebook, and this is when I discovered that Miss Alison is the STUDENT BODY VICE PRESIDENT of my alma mater - WOW... Texas State University had a fall enrollment of 34,229 Bobcats that Alison is representing by the way... Keep up the good work, and welcome to Bikini Hill Alison! :)
I remember the first time that I met Alison's friend (Alison requested that I mention that these two are good friends, but at least she didn't coerce a "shoutout" from me)... :) It is coincidence that I officially met these two during the same week, as both Alison and Natalie are Bobcats who are getting a lot of things accomplished. For a long time now, Natalie has been one of those people I referenced here previously (who always have a hug, handshake, high-five, or fist-bump for me)... COME TO FIND OUT, when the two of us "friended" each other on facebook (bringing my current total of facebook friends up to three), and also "followed" each other on twitter..., WELL..., Natalie is a REPORTER for the University Star (yes, that would be the same campus newspaper that actually called Bikini Hill, 'Bikini Hill' recently)... I am SO PROUD... :) Actually, the BEST THING about Natalie is that when she was reading my blog a few days ago, she was introducing it to her classmates (and this is now mandatory, you HAVE TO show my blog to two of your friends)... This is a good example for all of you kids at home - just work hard, spread a little kindness, and you can get a shoutout and part of the title... HEY NATALIE! ;)
I remember the first time I picked on Bobcats after being nice... Part of my job at work requires me to keep track of the people accessing the Veranda (our rooftop bar) so that we don't exceed our capacity. If you're standing in line waiting to have fun overlooking the Square, one SURE WAY to get on my good side is to help me by counting OUT LOUD when people come downstairs after exiting the Veranda - GRRRRRRR...
I remember the first time that I made someone look silly... In my defense, this was COMPLETELY UNINTENTIONAL, and this happened at Walmart yesterday at about 1:00 in the afternoon (yes, the time is important). I have to say here that I have NO IDEA why I did this. Maybe this happened because I usually shop late at night (although at that time there is no greeter). I have no clue... Anyway, as I'm approaching the greeter, about to exit Walmart, I open my mouth, and out come the words, "Good ni..." At this point I stopped myself from saying it, "Good night" - yes, at 1:00 in the freakin' afternoon... I SWEAR to you as I proceeded, trying to play it off, from the lips of the woman who was walking behind me, I heard the words, "have a good night!..." MERP... :)
I remember the first time I heard a nickname... I'm betting that I'm just out of the loop here, but this is something that I caught onto recently, and I have a hunch that it's commonplace for "Ashleys" (which includes Ashlis, Ashlees, Ashleighs, and any other way that the name is spelled)... A few weeks ago on facebook, I saw an Ashley tagged in a photo, with the nickname "Smashley" attached to it... Yesterday while I was having a chat with a friend, I referenced seeing her "buddy" at work this weekend. The response I got was, "YOU MEAN SMASH!" So are Smashley and Smash the nicknames for EVERY Ashley and Ash? Yes, we ask the tough questions here on Bikini Hill... I also remember a time when seemingly every girl was being named Ashley (as the more than a DOZEN "Smashes" that I tagged on facebook for this post attests to)... Just rest assured, if your name is Ashley (or Ashli or Ashlee), and you're one of my facebook friends who is reading this right now, you're my FAVORITE Ashley/Ashli/Ashlee... ;)
I remember the first time that I predicted the outcome of the Super Bowl for my blog... Last year, for Super Bowl 46, I predicted that the final score would be: Giants 24 Patriots 21... The actual final score of the game was: Giants 21 Patriots 17... Yes, I have to brag when I'm actually close... ;) I will see you again tomorrow with my prediction for this Sunday's Super Bowl between the Ravens and the 49ers. Have a great day!
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Vegas 2012 - Part 7: Torture At The Mirage
"Every pretty girl deserves to go to a ball..." -Jim Carrey-
Good afternoon everyone. I could give you a list of reasons about why I'm posting so late today, but I won't... :) If you want to read about a trainwreck, you've come to the right place... Now it's Sunday, December 23rd, the day after my EXCRUCIATING suffering of bad beats at the Flamingo poker table and on the football field in Detroit. I started the day by waking up to the movie 'Yes Man' - that is where the movie quote opening up today's entry came from. I wouldn't have known this if not for Alyssa, a former student of mine (I posted the quote onto my facebook page with the credit, "Random Jim Carrey movie"). Alyssa was kind enough to help me out... :) After my late dinner of pasta with shrimp and scallops at the Outback Steakhouse, a good night's sleep, and a good Jim Carrey line..., maybe, JUST MAYBE today was going to be a better day than Saturday... NOT... SO... MUCH...
So I'm slow getting up and around on Sunday morning (much like today), and I get to the Mirage EXACTLY at kickoff time of the early games - I honestly did not expect to find a seat... I scoped out the sportsbook, and on the far back right side (near the poker room), an elderly couple is sitting on a couch... :) I asked them if it would be okay if I sat down with them (I'm very charming if you haven't figured that out from previous entries, or if you're new to Bikini Hill)... ANYWAY, the couple was very kind and they let me sit with them. Now from where I'm sitting, there is a bank of six t.v. screens on my side of the sportsbook showing different games. The other two NFL games being shown are significantly farther away from me, off to my left at 10 o'clock (directions - picture the face of a clock), and one of these games is the Vikings/Texans game, which I have a significant rooting interest in...
And off we go... Among the more important games that I was watching (yes, based on bets that I had made) were the New Orleans/Dallas game (Over 51.5) and (Dallas -2.5) and that Vikings/Texans game (Texans -8.5) and (Over 43.5). The Dallas game goes into overtime, and the Saints win 34-31. I cover the over, but miss covering - WONDERFUL... The game went into overtime, so I didn't feel completely horrible about my pick. And then there's the Texans game... GRRRRRRRR... Houston hadn't been playing lights out, but they're at home, playing for HOME FIELD in the AFC THROUGHOUT THE PLAYOFFS... SURELY they're going to show up, against the Vikings... GRRRRRRRR... Again, this game was difficult to see, because of the t.v. screen it was being shown on. It became harder to watch when Arian Foster fumbled in Vikings territory in the first half.... GRRRRRRR... It became EVEN HARDER to watch as the Texans NEVER got on track... Well you say, maybe you can cover the "over" Coach. The Vikings were the KINGS of the field goal on this day, seemingly kicking them EVERYTIME they got into Houston territory... The BRUTAL outcome: Vikings 23 Texans 6... I missed the over by TWO FULL TOUCHDOWNS, which is not normal for me, and the Texans missed COVERING 8 1/2 by..., well, I don't know if I can count that high.... I was SO UPSET, and I know SO MANY Texans fans here in San Marcos, America... I was just sitting in the Mirage thinking, "the next time that I hear a Houston fan mention 'Texans' and 'Super Bowl' in the same sentence..." GRRRRRRRRRRR... Yes, I filled out the parlay cards, but that game TOTALLY surprised me... Consider the fact that the Texans played the Patriots closer in their playoff game, a 13-point loss, AT NEW ENGLAND... ANYWAY, after watching the early games (and these two in particular), this was the quote that went up on my facebook page: "If I jumped from a building right now, gravity would probably stop working... #niceseasonsteelers" Yes, I'm very witty when I'm about to throw myself from the top of the Stratosphere... OH, did I forget to mention the fact that my Steelers lost yet ANOTHER close game, this one by three points, to the Bengals, thus officially throttling any playoff hopes that my favorite team had. My beloved Steelers, who were injured seemingly the whole season, losing close game after close game, who somehow still managed to split with the Ravens this year, beating them while starting one of our backup quarterbacks... No, I'm not bitter at all.... GRRRRRRRRRR...
Okay, so the day is lost, but I've got some money with me, like a responsible gambler, and I'm going to hit up a buffet for my final dinner in Las Vegas, but both the Flamingo and Mirage buffets had HUGE lines, so guess where I ended up again. Back across the street from the Mirage is where Coach could be found, AGAIN, at the Outback Steakhouse, this time drowning his sorrows with a mushroom cheeseburger... After taking a "nap" (i.e., not sleeping until my alarm woke me up) and waking up not too long after midnight, I had another meal (my 2nd in 6 hours, my 2nd visit of the trip) at the Tropical Breeze Cafe at the Flamingo (hey, I still had some comp dollars left, so don't judge me)... :) I then slept until my alarm did wake me up for my early ride to the airport and my trip back to San Marcos, America...
I hope that you have enjoyed this series of dreadful tales and are hitting your knees right now thanking God that it wasn't you suffering this heartbreak... :) I will definitely reference this trip some more, but probably not in an "official" eighth, ninth, etc..., post... Tomorrow I will be back with the new and extremely popular (based on one week) "I remember the first time" Thursday... Have a great day and I'll see you tomorrow!
Good afternoon everyone. I could give you a list of reasons about why I'm posting so late today, but I won't... :) If you want to read about a trainwreck, you've come to the right place... Now it's Sunday, December 23rd, the day after my EXCRUCIATING suffering of bad beats at the Flamingo poker table and on the football field in Detroit. I started the day by waking up to the movie 'Yes Man' - that is where the movie quote opening up today's entry came from. I wouldn't have known this if not for Alyssa, a former student of mine (I posted the quote onto my facebook page with the credit, "Random Jim Carrey movie"). Alyssa was kind enough to help me out... :) After my late dinner of pasta with shrimp and scallops at the Outback Steakhouse, a good night's sleep, and a good Jim Carrey line..., maybe, JUST MAYBE today was going to be a better day than Saturday... NOT... SO... MUCH...
So I'm slow getting up and around on Sunday morning (much like today), and I get to the Mirage EXACTLY at kickoff time of the early games - I honestly did not expect to find a seat... I scoped out the sportsbook, and on the far back right side (near the poker room), an elderly couple is sitting on a couch... :) I asked them if it would be okay if I sat down with them (I'm very charming if you haven't figured that out from previous entries, or if you're new to Bikini Hill)... ANYWAY, the couple was very kind and they let me sit with them. Now from where I'm sitting, there is a bank of six t.v. screens on my side of the sportsbook showing different games. The other two NFL games being shown are significantly farther away from me, off to my left at 10 o'clock (directions - picture the face of a clock), and one of these games is the Vikings/Texans game, which I have a significant rooting interest in...
And off we go... Among the more important games that I was watching (yes, based on bets that I had made) were the New Orleans/Dallas game (Over 51.5) and (Dallas -2.5) and that Vikings/Texans game (Texans -8.5) and (Over 43.5). The Dallas game goes into overtime, and the Saints win 34-31. I cover the over, but miss covering - WONDERFUL... The game went into overtime, so I didn't feel completely horrible about my pick. And then there's the Texans game... GRRRRRRRR... Houston hadn't been playing lights out, but they're at home, playing for HOME FIELD in the AFC THROUGHOUT THE PLAYOFFS... SURELY they're going to show up, against the Vikings... GRRRRRRRR... Again, this game was difficult to see, because of the t.v. screen it was being shown on. It became harder to watch when Arian Foster fumbled in Vikings territory in the first half.... GRRRRRRR... It became EVEN HARDER to watch as the Texans NEVER got on track... Well you say, maybe you can cover the "over" Coach. The Vikings were the KINGS of the field goal on this day, seemingly kicking them EVERYTIME they got into Houston territory... The BRUTAL outcome: Vikings 23 Texans 6... I missed the over by TWO FULL TOUCHDOWNS, which is not normal for me, and the Texans missed COVERING 8 1/2 by..., well, I don't know if I can count that high.... I was SO UPSET, and I know SO MANY Texans fans here in San Marcos, America... I was just sitting in the Mirage thinking, "the next time that I hear a Houston fan mention 'Texans' and 'Super Bowl' in the same sentence..." GRRRRRRRRRRR... Yes, I filled out the parlay cards, but that game TOTALLY surprised me... Consider the fact that the Texans played the Patriots closer in their playoff game, a 13-point loss, AT NEW ENGLAND... ANYWAY, after watching the early games (and these two in particular), this was the quote that went up on my facebook page: "If I jumped from a building right now, gravity would probably stop working... #niceseasonsteelers" Yes, I'm very witty when I'm about to throw myself from the top of the Stratosphere... OH, did I forget to mention the fact that my Steelers lost yet ANOTHER close game, this one by three points, to the Bengals, thus officially throttling any playoff hopes that my favorite team had. My beloved Steelers, who were injured seemingly the whole season, losing close game after close game, who somehow still managed to split with the Ravens this year, beating them while starting one of our backup quarterbacks... No, I'm not bitter at all.... GRRRRRRRRRR...
Okay, so the day is lost, but I've got some money with me, like a responsible gambler, and I'm going to hit up a buffet for my final dinner in Las Vegas, but both the Flamingo and Mirage buffets had HUGE lines, so guess where I ended up again. Back across the street from the Mirage is where Coach could be found, AGAIN, at the Outback Steakhouse, this time drowning his sorrows with a mushroom cheeseburger... After taking a "nap" (i.e., not sleeping until my alarm woke me up) and waking up not too long after midnight, I had another meal (my 2nd in 6 hours, my 2nd visit of the trip) at the Tropical Breeze Cafe at the Flamingo (hey, I still had some comp dollars left, so don't judge me)... :) I then slept until my alarm did wake me up for my early ride to the airport and my trip back to San Marcos, America...
I hope that you have enjoyed this series of dreadful tales and are hitting your knees right now thanking God that it wasn't you suffering this heartbreak... :) I will definitely reference this trip some more, but probably not in an "official" eighth, ninth, etc..., post... Tomorrow I will be back with the new and extremely popular (based on one week) "I remember the first time" Thursday... Have a great day and I'll see you tomorrow!
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Could You? (2)
"Don't Judge Me..." -Adam Martinez-
Good afternoon everyone. Here's the second round of 'Could You? Tuesdays...'
Could you be more specific? Have you ever heard someone mention that they wanted to thank their special friends, and then follow that up with, "you know who you are..." - AND THEN you wondered if you were one of the people that they were talking about??? I have... :)
Could you just leave good songs alone? One of the older songs that I've discovered recently is 'Everlong' by the Foo Fighters. I like the lyrics of the song and it gets really upbeat. At work recently I heard this song early during my shift, and then later on in the evening they started to play it again. This second time was the FIRST TIME that I heard the slowed down, "acoustic version" (if you will)... It's infinitely worse when you go to a concert and this happens to you, when they change up one of your favorite songs... Goodness gracious, stop ruining good songs...
Could you remember what you're listening to Coach? While I was listening to iHeartRadio as I walked around campus and Bikini Hill last week, the DJ came on the air and stated, "today's highs will be in the 30's and tonight's lows will be in the teens..." At the time, it was about 70 degrees as I explored San Marcos, America on a beautiful sunny day, and I paused and asked myself, "WHAT THE ???" Then the DJ gave the station's call sign, and said something like, "you're listening to Louisville's blah, blah, blah, blah..." Have you ever had a braincramp??? Yeah, just keep in mind that you're listening to radio stations from AROUND THE NATION genius...
Could you stop and realize that you are too? Have you ever been called "stubborn" by someone? You know, by someone who is ALSO unwilling to change their opinion or viewpoint about the topic that is being disputed between the two of you... :)
Could you just act normal please? When I'm at work checking I.D.'s to make sure that people are old enough to enter our establishment, the people who come off as the most suspicious are ALWAYS the ones who are just WAY TOO HAPPY to see me... My first concern is that they're drunk, and then second, I wonder WHAT they're up to...
Could you also focus on the good, and not JUST THE BAD? This is right near the top of my list of pet peeves (well, if I had an actual hardcopy list, it would be)... I can know someone FOR YEARS, and REPEATEDLY say and do nice things, and be there OVER AND OVER for them, but then when I say or do ONE THING that they don't like, THAT is the thing that they judge me on... This just doesn't make any sense to me...
Could you please stop mentioning and asking me about elevators and escalators? When customers at my workplace are making their way to The Veranda, our rooftop bar, I am CONSTANTLY getting comments and questions about elevators and escalators. This is good, because I am DEFINITELY the person who would be confused as to how many stairs our building has... :)
Customer (several): "Why are there SO MANY STAIRS?!"
Me: (nonchalantly): "Because the bar is on the roof..." ;)
Have a great day and I'll see you tomorrow, when I'll go into DETAIL about the TRAINWRECK that was the Sunday of my holiday trip to Las Vegas (a.k.a., NFL Week 16)...
Good afternoon everyone. Here's the second round of 'Could You? Tuesdays...'
Could you be more specific? Have you ever heard someone mention that they wanted to thank their special friends, and then follow that up with, "you know who you are..." - AND THEN you wondered if you were one of the people that they were talking about??? I have... :)
Could you just leave good songs alone? One of the older songs that I've discovered recently is 'Everlong' by the Foo Fighters. I like the lyrics of the song and it gets really upbeat. At work recently I heard this song early during my shift, and then later on in the evening they started to play it again. This second time was the FIRST TIME that I heard the slowed down, "acoustic version" (if you will)... It's infinitely worse when you go to a concert and this happens to you, when they change up one of your favorite songs... Goodness gracious, stop ruining good songs...
Could you remember what you're listening to Coach? While I was listening to iHeartRadio as I walked around campus and Bikini Hill last week, the DJ came on the air and stated, "today's highs will be in the 30's and tonight's lows will be in the teens..." At the time, it was about 70 degrees as I explored San Marcos, America on a beautiful sunny day, and I paused and asked myself, "WHAT THE ???" Then the DJ gave the station's call sign, and said something like, "you're listening to Louisville's blah, blah, blah, blah..." Have you ever had a braincramp??? Yeah, just keep in mind that you're listening to radio stations from AROUND THE NATION genius...
Could you stop and realize that you are too? Have you ever been called "stubborn" by someone? You know, by someone who is ALSO unwilling to change their opinion or viewpoint about the topic that is being disputed between the two of you... :)
Could you just act normal please? When I'm at work checking I.D.'s to make sure that people are old enough to enter our establishment, the people who come off as the most suspicious are ALWAYS the ones who are just WAY TOO HAPPY to see me... My first concern is that they're drunk, and then second, I wonder WHAT they're up to...
Could you also focus on the good, and not JUST THE BAD? This is right near the top of my list of pet peeves (well, if I had an actual hardcopy list, it would be)... I can know someone FOR YEARS, and REPEATEDLY say and do nice things, and be there OVER AND OVER for them, but then when I say or do ONE THING that they don't like, THAT is the thing that they judge me on... This just doesn't make any sense to me...
Could you please stop mentioning and asking me about elevators and escalators? When customers at my workplace are making their way to The Veranda, our rooftop bar, I am CONSTANTLY getting comments and questions about elevators and escalators. This is good, because I am DEFINITELY the person who would be confused as to how many stairs our building has... :)
Customer (several): "Why are there SO MANY STAIRS?!"
Me: (nonchalantly): "Because the bar is on the roof..." ;)
Have a great day and I'll see you tomorrow, when I'll go into DETAIL about the TRAINWRECK that was the Sunday of my holiday trip to Las Vegas (a.k.a., NFL Week 16)...
Monday, January 28, 2013
Do You Promise?
"Believing in even the possibility of a happy ending is a very powerful thing..."
-Once Upon A Time-
Good morning everyone. It was very busy on and around Bikini Hill this past weekend. Let's begin with the 1st Annual San Marcos High School Lady Rattlers Softball Alumni Game. I was an assistant softball coach at the high school here in San Marcos, America for a total of four years. I last coached here in San Marcos ten years ago, and was looking forward to seeing my former players, which of course explains why I got a total of three hours of sleep before getting a haircut and heading over to the high school... :) Okay, if you're familiar with my work schedule, you know that I work until very early in the morning and normally sleep days. No big deal, right? I'll just go to the high school, see everybody, watch the game, and sleep for my Saturday night shift... Well, I'm proud to say that I pitched a complete game, for BOTH TEAMS (yes, alumni games can have "all-time pitchers"), and I also umpired the game... I didn't tell anyone until afterward that I was operating on three hours of sleep, which is probably why I was allowed to do this... :) It honestly turned into a beautiful day in San Marcos, America after a drizzly morning, and everyone had a great time. Of the 17 alumni that showed up to play in the game, I knew 9 of them (8 former players and the program's first head coach), so it was a totally enjoyable day for me. And to Ashley, Belyne, Jackie, Jen, Jessica, Kristen, Patsy, and Shelbey, it was great seeing you, and welcome to the blog... ;)
I was able to sleep for two more hours after the alumni softball game before my Saturday night shift at work, which thankfully was a shift that FLEW BY because we were so busy. The baseball program at Texas State held a banquet at the Embassy Suites here in town, and my workplace was the site of the official "after party." It was rumored that we were going to be seeing Roger Clemens, since he was a speaker at the festivities at the Embassy. Well, we never did see Roger, but PLENTY of the other 650 attendees showed up, so I didn't have time to be tired... :)
Okay, now let's rewind this ramble to what happened after my haircut and before I reached the high school on Saturday morning. I was leaving the Square after getting my haircut, and I was the first vehicle at the stoplight. I was stopped at the same dangerous intersection that I have probably mentioned here in my blog before, a crosswalk where vehicles REGULARLY turn left on the green light AT THE SAME TIME pedestrians are crossing the street (the pedestrians have the right of way of course, and traffic is supposed to allow them to cross before proceeding)... Well, this wasn't an issue since I was the first driver at the light, EXCEPT that the GENIUS behind me starts HONKING HIS HORN after the light turns green. First I look up into my rearview mirror, and then this rocket scientist HONKS AGAIN. At this point I rolled down my window, literally put my left arm out the window, POINTED to the pedestrian crossing sign, and THEN POINTED to the three women who were crossing the intersection... Coach 1 Uninformed Motorist 0...
Speaking of traffic, this gem came from the facebook page of my friend Katie, and is a viewpoint that I've shared for a long time. She came across someone with a "baby on board" bumper sticker, and was like, "Darn, I guess I'll find someone else to rear end. Can someone explain the point of these bumper stickers!?!?" Amen... :)
Okay, I know that you're waiting for some stories from work, so here you go... This conversation took place at work on Friday night, when two guys who were leaving stopped near me.
Customer 1: "I want some Jimmy John's (sandwich shop)"
Customer 2: "But we didn't drive..."
Customer 1: "No, it's really close by..."
(At this point, Customer 1 gets me involved in the conversation, to back up his story...)
Me: "Yes, when you go out the front door of Harper's, take a right, and Jimmy John's is right down the
sidewalk, on the right..."
(Then Customer 2 uttered the question that I never thought that I'd hear from any guy...)
Customer 2: "Do you PROMISE???"
Me: (Totally baffled and shrugging..) "Ummmmm, yeah???"
Earlier on Friday night, I practically got into an argument with two customers over whether or not their beers would fit into twelve-ounce cups because of the attitude that they took with me. The two guys were in such TOTAL DISBELIEF about their beers fitting into the plastic cups, and were such jerks about it that I put the cups BACK INTO THE TUB where we keep them, sat back down, and told them, "okay, I've only been working here since SEPTEMBER, but you can do what you want..., go back downstairs, or pour the beer into the cups..." Of course they poured the beer into the cups, and had an expression of WOW... Ugghhh...
Before I leave you for the day, let me give a shoutout to my coworker and friend Ryan, who is leaving soon for a year of duty in Kuwait. After a great dinner at the Outback Steakhouse with my dad, I attended a very enjoyable going away party for Ryan last night, who said that he will definitely be following this blog while he's oversees (GUARANTEED to be the longest year of HIS LIFE, reading my blog)... ;) Have a great day everyone and we'll see you tomorrow with the second "Could You? Tuesday..."
-Once Upon A Time-
Good morning everyone. It was very busy on and around Bikini Hill this past weekend. Let's begin with the 1st Annual San Marcos High School Lady Rattlers Softball Alumni Game. I was an assistant softball coach at the high school here in San Marcos, America for a total of four years. I last coached here in San Marcos ten years ago, and was looking forward to seeing my former players, which of course explains why I got a total of three hours of sleep before getting a haircut and heading over to the high school... :) Okay, if you're familiar with my work schedule, you know that I work until very early in the morning and normally sleep days. No big deal, right? I'll just go to the high school, see everybody, watch the game, and sleep for my Saturday night shift... Well, I'm proud to say that I pitched a complete game, for BOTH TEAMS (yes, alumni games can have "all-time pitchers"), and I also umpired the game... I didn't tell anyone until afterward that I was operating on three hours of sleep, which is probably why I was allowed to do this... :) It honestly turned into a beautiful day in San Marcos, America after a drizzly morning, and everyone had a great time. Of the 17 alumni that showed up to play in the game, I knew 9 of them (8 former players and the program's first head coach), so it was a totally enjoyable day for me. And to Ashley, Belyne, Jackie, Jen, Jessica, Kristen, Patsy, and Shelbey, it was great seeing you, and welcome to the blog... ;)
I was able to sleep for two more hours after the alumni softball game before my Saturday night shift at work, which thankfully was a shift that FLEW BY because we were so busy. The baseball program at Texas State held a banquet at the Embassy Suites here in town, and my workplace was the site of the official "after party." It was rumored that we were going to be seeing Roger Clemens, since he was a speaker at the festivities at the Embassy. Well, we never did see Roger, but PLENTY of the other 650 attendees showed up, so I didn't have time to be tired... :)
Okay, now let's rewind this ramble to what happened after my haircut and before I reached the high school on Saturday morning. I was leaving the Square after getting my haircut, and I was the first vehicle at the stoplight. I was stopped at the same dangerous intersection that I have probably mentioned here in my blog before, a crosswalk where vehicles REGULARLY turn left on the green light AT THE SAME TIME pedestrians are crossing the street (the pedestrians have the right of way of course, and traffic is supposed to allow them to cross before proceeding)... Well, this wasn't an issue since I was the first driver at the light, EXCEPT that the GENIUS behind me starts HONKING HIS HORN after the light turns green. First I look up into my rearview mirror, and then this rocket scientist HONKS AGAIN. At this point I rolled down my window, literally put my left arm out the window, POINTED to the pedestrian crossing sign, and THEN POINTED to the three women who were crossing the intersection... Coach 1 Uninformed Motorist 0...
Speaking of traffic, this gem came from the facebook page of my friend Katie, and is a viewpoint that I've shared for a long time. She came across someone with a "baby on board" bumper sticker, and was like, "Darn, I guess I'll find someone else to rear end. Can someone explain the point of these bumper stickers!?!?" Amen... :)
Okay, I know that you're waiting for some stories from work, so here you go... This conversation took place at work on Friday night, when two guys who were leaving stopped near me.
Customer 1: "I want some Jimmy John's (sandwich shop)"
Customer 2: "But we didn't drive..."
Customer 1: "No, it's really close by..."
(At this point, Customer 1 gets me involved in the conversation, to back up his story...)
Me: "Yes, when you go out the front door of Harper's, take a right, and Jimmy John's is right down the
sidewalk, on the right..."
(Then Customer 2 uttered the question that I never thought that I'd hear from any guy...)
Customer 2: "Do you PROMISE???"
Me: (Totally baffled and shrugging..) "Ummmmm, yeah???"
Earlier on Friday night, I practically got into an argument with two customers over whether or not their beers would fit into twelve-ounce cups because of the attitude that they took with me. The two guys were in such TOTAL DISBELIEF about their beers fitting into the plastic cups, and were such jerks about it that I put the cups BACK INTO THE TUB where we keep them, sat back down, and told them, "okay, I've only been working here since SEPTEMBER, but you can do what you want..., go back downstairs, or pour the beer into the cups..." Of course they poured the beer into the cups, and had an expression of WOW... Ugghhh...
Before I leave you for the day, let me give a shoutout to my coworker and friend Ryan, who is leaving soon for a year of duty in Kuwait. After a great dinner at the Outback Steakhouse with my dad, I attended a very enjoyable going away party for Ryan last night, who said that he will definitely be following this blog while he's oversees (GUARANTEED to be the longest year of HIS LIFE, reading my blog)... ;) Have a great day everyone and we'll see you tomorrow with the second "Could You? Tuesday..."
Friday, January 25, 2013
Vegas 2012 - Part 6: Incredibly Bad Beats
Good morning everyone. When I last left you, we were in the Flamingo poker room, and the clock had just struck midnight on Saturday, December 22nd. The score is now Civilization 1 Mayans 0... This was a fun 2/4 limit game that I was playing in, just happy people having a good time. One woman from Houston, a Texans fan who was nicknamed "Hurricane Camille" during the course of the night, revealed this bit of information to the table, and this quote became a status on my facebook page. Having been in Vegas all week, and getting herself ready for the upcoming Week 16 Texans/Vikings game (OH, will we be talking about THIS GAME in my next installment of this series), Camille let the table know, "I'm psyching myself up for the Texans game. I'm only eating red, white, and blue food..." :) And you THOUGHT you were a hardcore fan Alyssa... ;) I actually went and ate an early breakfast with Camille (this is at about 4:00 a.m.) in the Flamingo's Diner (steak and eggs) courtesy of poker comps, and then returned to my hotel room and slept before the start of a ROTTEN weekend...
Nothing of note happens on Saturday until I return to the Flamingo poker room, and then..., UGGGHHH... Today is the first NFL game that I had bet for my group of sponsors who gave me the leeway to gamble as I saw fit on this trip. Okay, ONE THING of note had already happened on this day before I returned to the Flamingo. Due to the fact that I was so tired throughout the duration of this trip, I had decided that I was going to return all of my backers at least 50% of their money. I had already bought all of the football parlay tickets that we needed, and I wasn't going to lose enough in poker to get us under the 50% mark, if I did lose. Oh, and DID I LOSE on Saturday... It wasn't that I lost a lot of money, but go to the next paragraph and read about the trainwreck that was Saturday...
So I'm seated at the end of the poker table, in the 2 seat, with a great view of the first NFL game of the weekend, the Saturday night matchup between the Falcons and the Lions. I was very confident that the Falcons (-4) would cover the spread, and I was also SURE that the game would go over 50 1/2 points. So I'm going to watch the football game and leisurely enjoy the 2/4 limit hold 'em game - YEAH... Football first... Atlanta jumps out to an early lead, and my (-4) is never really in doubt... Now with "plenty" of time remaining in the 4th quarter, it seems like a lock that this game will go over 50 1/2 points. That's when the following occurs. BOTH TEAMS have first-and-goal to go situations in the quarter, and NEITHER gets a touchdown. The Lions, down 31-16, and DEEP in Falcons territory, need a touchdown and I'll cover my bet. There are still about 3 or 4 minutes left in the game. The Lions get stonewalled inside the Falcons five, but when they turn the ball over on downs, their defense gets a SAFETY on the VERY NEXT PLAY! I still have life, as the score is now 31-18, and I'm TWO POINTS from covering the over. What happens next is something that I've NEVER SEEN in my one hundred years (if you're new to the blog, I'm 100 years old by the way) of watching football... On the free kick from the Atlanta 20, the ball travels to the Lions 5 yard line, where the Detroit kick returner DOWNS THE FREAKING BALL, on the FREE KICK!!! Now the Lions have to go NINETY-FIVE YARDS to score again!!! And they ALMOST DID IT, but of course.... GRRRRRRR!!!!! Okay, since the football went so swimmingly, let's talk about the poker now...
We have two poker hands of note, and of course, they BOTH HAPPEN against the loud-mouth donkeys at the table. After watching football, just waiting patiently, watching the donks gather chips, I look down at pocket jacks. This hand treated me well the day before, so I'm not despising it as much as I normally do. The flop comes Q J 5, and the donk raiser bets out on the flop - outstanding... :) The turn is another 5 - GREAT, now I have a full house... The river brings ANOTHER QUEEN... Oh, you guessed it - the donk just hit his TWO-OUTER on the river, his Queens full of 5's now beating my Jack full of Q's... WONDERFUL... In the next beautiful hand where I got whacked, I called the preflop raise from the loose-aggressive genius with K Q. The flop comes Q x 10. The turn is an ace. I'm not very enthused at seeing the ace, but I'm probably still ahead of this mastermind. The river brings another 10, giving us a final board of... Q x 10 A 10. If you guessed that the poker prodigy rivered me with his 5-outer, 10 x, you're RIGHT... (his x provided 3 more outs, where he could have made 2-pair)... UGGGHHH...
Okay, so now I decide to return to my room, throw away my cursed parlay tickets, and go and find something good to eat, in preparation for the FULL SLATE of NFL games that I will be watching on Sunday... It's too late to take full advantage of the buffets, so in LAS VEGAS, I end up eating somewhere that I could eat anytime, although it probably is my favorite place to dine... Yes, I'm at the Outback Steakhouse across the Strip from the Mirage... :) After "enjoying" my meal (the food was good, the bitter aftertaste of bad beats was not), I return to my room and cry myself to sleep... Okay, that might be an exaggeration... I FULLY REALIZED that I was in Las Vegas when I heard a commercial on t.v. say "Caesar's", and I thought 'Palace' before 'pizza' for the first time in a LONG TIME... :)
Have a great weekend everyone, and I'll see you again on Monday!
Nothing of note happens on Saturday until I return to the Flamingo poker room, and then..., UGGGHHH... Today is the first NFL game that I had bet for my group of sponsors who gave me the leeway to gamble as I saw fit on this trip. Okay, ONE THING of note had already happened on this day before I returned to the Flamingo. Due to the fact that I was so tired throughout the duration of this trip, I had decided that I was going to return all of my backers at least 50% of their money. I had already bought all of the football parlay tickets that we needed, and I wasn't going to lose enough in poker to get us under the 50% mark, if I did lose. Oh, and DID I LOSE on Saturday... It wasn't that I lost a lot of money, but go to the next paragraph and read about the trainwreck that was Saturday...
So I'm seated at the end of the poker table, in the 2 seat, with a great view of the first NFL game of the weekend, the Saturday night matchup between the Falcons and the Lions. I was very confident that the Falcons (-4) would cover the spread, and I was also SURE that the game would go over 50 1/2 points. So I'm going to watch the football game and leisurely enjoy the 2/4 limit hold 'em game - YEAH... Football first... Atlanta jumps out to an early lead, and my (-4) is never really in doubt... Now with "plenty" of time remaining in the 4th quarter, it seems like a lock that this game will go over 50 1/2 points. That's when the following occurs. BOTH TEAMS have first-and-goal to go situations in the quarter, and NEITHER gets a touchdown. The Lions, down 31-16, and DEEP in Falcons territory, need a touchdown and I'll cover my bet. There are still about 3 or 4 minutes left in the game. The Lions get stonewalled inside the Falcons five, but when they turn the ball over on downs, their defense gets a SAFETY on the VERY NEXT PLAY! I still have life, as the score is now 31-18, and I'm TWO POINTS from covering the over. What happens next is something that I've NEVER SEEN in my one hundred years (if you're new to the blog, I'm 100 years old by the way) of watching football... On the free kick from the Atlanta 20, the ball travels to the Lions 5 yard line, where the Detroit kick returner DOWNS THE FREAKING BALL, on the FREE KICK!!! Now the Lions have to go NINETY-FIVE YARDS to score again!!! And they ALMOST DID IT, but of course.... GRRRRRRR!!!!! Okay, since the football went so swimmingly, let's talk about the poker now...
We have two poker hands of note, and of course, they BOTH HAPPEN against the loud-mouth donkeys at the table. After watching football, just waiting patiently, watching the donks gather chips, I look down at pocket jacks. This hand treated me well the day before, so I'm not despising it as much as I normally do. The flop comes Q J 5, and the donk raiser bets out on the flop - outstanding... :) The turn is another 5 - GREAT, now I have a full house... The river brings ANOTHER QUEEN... Oh, you guessed it - the donk just hit his TWO-OUTER on the river, his Queens full of 5's now beating my Jack full of Q's... WONDERFUL... In the next beautiful hand where I got whacked, I called the preflop raise from the loose-aggressive genius with K Q. The flop comes Q x 10. The turn is an ace. I'm not very enthused at seeing the ace, but I'm probably still ahead of this mastermind. The river brings another 10, giving us a final board of... Q x 10 A 10. If you guessed that the poker prodigy rivered me with his 5-outer, 10 x, you're RIGHT... (his x provided 3 more outs, where he could have made 2-pair)... UGGGHHH...
Okay, so now I decide to return to my room, throw away my cursed parlay tickets, and go and find something good to eat, in preparation for the FULL SLATE of NFL games that I will be watching on Sunday... It's too late to take full advantage of the buffets, so in LAS VEGAS, I end up eating somewhere that I could eat anytime, although it probably is my favorite place to dine... Yes, I'm at the Outback Steakhouse across the Strip from the Mirage... :) After "enjoying" my meal (the food was good, the bitter aftertaste of bad beats was not), I return to my room and cry myself to sleep... Okay, that might be an exaggeration... I FULLY REALIZED that I was in Las Vegas when I heard a commercial on t.v. say "Caesar's", and I thought 'Palace' before 'pizza' for the first time in a LONG TIME... :)
Have a great weekend everyone, and I'll see you again on Monday!
Thursday, January 24, 2013
I Remember The First Time...
Good morning everyone. Well, it turns out that I'm NOT going to do a post yesterday, but that you will be getting the next installment of my holiday trip to Las Vegas tomorrow... :) As I told you last time, Thursdays will now have a new theme here on Bikini Hill, just as Tuesdays do. You have seen "Could You? Tuesdays" - now it's time for... (drumroll please, and don't look up at the title of today's entry..., don't do it..., don't...) "I Remember The First Time" Thursdays.
My friend Nick Kass was the inspiration for this idea. When you stop and think about it, most of our friends who make us laugh have something about them, something that they say, or an expression..., SOMETHING that they habitually say or do that you can identify with them. Nick uses this tagline, which I have never heard anybody else use before, so we'll have to remember that when my blog blows up and this tagline becomes a "household insult." For example, if we happened to see a drunk person stumbling out of a bar, Nick might say, "I remember the first time I tried alcohol..." (Nick is actually funny, but you get the idea)... I will be using this line in Nick's style sometimes, and sometimes I will be using it to relay things to you that I actually remember from my past. Welcome to the new Thursdays everyone...
I remember the first time I wasn't funny... Working the door at my job, I verify that customers are at least 21 years-old before they enter our establishment (Harper's/Slackers/The Veranda for those of you familiar with San Marcos, America). The following scenario occurs so often that I can't even muster a fake smile: a potential customer will approach me and say, "oh, let me find my fake I.D." or "you better check his I.D., he isn't 21" - etc, etc, ETC... Ugghhh... Please try to be original people, or maybe..., maybe just give us your driver's license without the monologue...
I remember the first time I was a doppleganger... I think that I've addressed this in the blog before, where I ROUTINELY get told that I look like somebody (God bless their souls)... When I dealt poker in Las Vegas, that's where this phenomenon occurred most frequently. "Has anyone ever told you that you look like Woody Harrelson, Dennis Leary, Robin Williams, Owen Wilson, etc, etc, etc...?" I like the fact that these people don't look like EACH OTHER, but that's beside the point... :) Last night a couple came up to me, and I agreed to pose for a picture with the girl after she told me that I looked like here sister's boyfriend (again, God bless him)... This story is actually timely because I carded a young lady on Monday night, and my first words to her were, "do you get Reese Witherspoon?" She smiled and replied, "yes, sometimes..." :)
I remember the first time I couldn't contain my laughter... Okay, this wasn't the first time, but this happened last night also. A pretty blonde girl approached me at the front door, looking up toward The Veranda with every step. When she reached me, she handed me her license, gave me a big smile, and then when I looked at her license, I noticed that she had an EVEN BIGGER SMILE in her photo. I just started laughing out loud... :) Sometimes when I look at a license, the photo is FUNNY for some other reason, and I try not to smirk (poker face, thank you), but in this case, it seemed like she was mugging for me just so that I knew for sure that it was her photo on the license... :)
I remember the first time that I had an ego... Again, not really the first time, but at some point not very long after I started writing this blog, I searched for "The View From Bikini Hill" on both Yahoo! and Google - NOTHING... As time passed, I could find my little blog listed on Google (this site is Google-sponsored), and then eventually on Yahoo!... A couple of days ago I typed just the words "bikini hill" into both Google and Yahoo!, and my blog came up at the..., TOP OF THE LISTINGS... ;)
I remember the first time that I was a drug dealer... You'll like this... When I left the teaching/coaching job that I held for four years here in San Marcos, America, I let my hair grow out (surfer style) for a while, and I would sometimes go down to The Square and hang out. More than once, total strangers approached me and asked if I had any drugs or if I wanted to buy some drugs... They tell you that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, but what else are you supposed to judge it by when you see it for the first time?... :)
I remember the first time that I felt COMPLETELY HORRIBLE in college... When I was a junior attending what was then Southwest Texas State University here in San Marcos, America, I had a psychology class with a volleyball player that I had a crush on since I was a freshman (I had MANY crushes in college)... :) I attended most of the Bobcat volleyball games when I was an undergraduate, so I was very happy to be in her class. Well, one day in passing, we were talking down the hallway to each other (she was a few doors down the hallway from me, and while we weren't quite shouting, we weren't standing next to each other either - I should write novels, shouldn't I? I'm SO GOOD at describing the setting)... ANYWAY, as she stops to stand in the doorway of the room that she was entering, the door CLOSES, and the EDGE OF THE DOOR catches her RIGHT... ABOVE... THE... EYE... Yes, I'm talking a cut that she had to get STITCHES FOR, and watching her play volleyball that night at Strahan Coliseum knowing that I WAS THE REASON that she had that dressing over her eye... :( This would have been a great story if we ended up getting married and lived happily-ever-after, wouldn't it??... :P
I hope that you like the new theme days here on Bikini Hill, and I'll see you again tomorrow with the next installment of my Las Vegas series. Have a great day!
My friend Nick Kass was the inspiration for this idea. When you stop and think about it, most of our friends who make us laugh have something about them, something that they say, or an expression..., SOMETHING that they habitually say or do that you can identify with them. Nick uses this tagline, which I have never heard anybody else use before, so we'll have to remember that when my blog blows up and this tagline becomes a "household insult." For example, if we happened to see a drunk person stumbling out of a bar, Nick might say, "I remember the first time I tried alcohol..." (Nick is actually funny, but you get the idea)... I will be using this line in Nick's style sometimes, and sometimes I will be using it to relay things to you that I actually remember from my past. Welcome to the new Thursdays everyone...
I remember the first time I wasn't funny... Working the door at my job, I verify that customers are at least 21 years-old before they enter our establishment (Harper's/Slackers/The Veranda for those of you familiar with San Marcos, America). The following scenario occurs so often that I can't even muster a fake smile: a potential customer will approach me and say, "oh, let me find my fake I.D." or "you better check his I.D., he isn't 21" - etc, etc, ETC... Ugghhh... Please try to be original people, or maybe..., maybe just give us your driver's license without the monologue...
I remember the first time I was a doppleganger... I think that I've addressed this in the blog before, where I ROUTINELY get told that I look like somebody (God bless their souls)... When I dealt poker in Las Vegas, that's where this phenomenon occurred most frequently. "Has anyone ever told you that you look like Woody Harrelson, Dennis Leary, Robin Williams, Owen Wilson, etc, etc, etc...?" I like the fact that these people don't look like EACH OTHER, but that's beside the point... :) Last night a couple came up to me, and I agreed to pose for a picture with the girl after she told me that I looked like here sister's boyfriend (again, God bless him)... This story is actually timely because I carded a young lady on Monday night, and my first words to her were, "do you get Reese Witherspoon?" She smiled and replied, "yes, sometimes..." :)
I remember the first time I couldn't contain my laughter... Okay, this wasn't the first time, but this happened last night also. A pretty blonde girl approached me at the front door, looking up toward The Veranda with every step. When she reached me, she handed me her license, gave me a big smile, and then when I looked at her license, I noticed that she had an EVEN BIGGER SMILE in her photo. I just started laughing out loud... :) Sometimes when I look at a license, the photo is FUNNY for some other reason, and I try not to smirk (poker face, thank you), but in this case, it seemed like she was mugging for me just so that I knew for sure that it was her photo on the license... :)
I remember the first time that I had an ego... Again, not really the first time, but at some point not very long after I started writing this blog, I searched for "The View From Bikini Hill" on both Yahoo! and Google - NOTHING... As time passed, I could find my little blog listed on Google (this site is Google-sponsored), and then eventually on Yahoo!... A couple of days ago I typed just the words "bikini hill" into both Google and Yahoo!, and my blog came up at the..., TOP OF THE LISTINGS... ;)
I remember the first time that I was a drug dealer... You'll like this... When I left the teaching/coaching job that I held for four years here in San Marcos, America, I let my hair grow out (surfer style) for a while, and I would sometimes go down to The Square and hang out. More than once, total strangers approached me and asked if I had any drugs or if I wanted to buy some drugs... They tell you that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, but what else are you supposed to judge it by when you see it for the first time?... :)
I remember the first time that I felt COMPLETELY HORRIBLE in college... When I was a junior attending what was then Southwest Texas State University here in San Marcos, America, I had a psychology class with a volleyball player that I had a crush on since I was a freshman (I had MANY crushes in college)... :) I attended most of the Bobcat volleyball games when I was an undergraduate, so I was very happy to be in her class. Well, one day in passing, we were talking down the hallway to each other (she was a few doors down the hallway from me, and while we weren't quite shouting, we weren't standing next to each other either - I should write novels, shouldn't I? I'm SO GOOD at describing the setting)... ANYWAY, as she stops to stand in the doorway of the room that she was entering, the door CLOSES, and the EDGE OF THE DOOR catches her RIGHT... ABOVE... THE... EYE... Yes, I'm talking a cut that she had to get STITCHES FOR, and watching her play volleyball that night at Strahan Coliseum knowing that I WAS THE REASON that she had that dressing over her eye... :( This would have been a great story if we ended up getting married and lived happily-ever-after, wouldn't it??... :P
I hope that you like the new theme days here on Bikini Hill, and I'll see you again tomorrow with the next installment of my Las Vegas series. Have a great day!
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Could You?
Good evening everyone. For the purposes of this post, we're going to pretend that it's still Tuesday (it IS actually Tuesday still on the west coast, if that makes you feel any better). As I was driving around San Marcos, America yesterday (today, for the purposes of this post) doing errands, I came up with a new idea for the blog. Mondays have and will continue to feature "rambles" here on Bikini Hill. Wednesdays will be devoted to poker and things related to Las Vegas, gambling, casinos, etc... (as they have been most of the time), and Fridays will continue to be devoted to sports and sports predictions. While Tuesdays and Thursdays have lent themselves to random topics and being rambles recently, these days of the week will now have their own themes as they address various subjects. Tuesdays will now be "Could You? Tuesdays..." (You'll see) Thursdays, well..., you'll just have to wait until Thursday. ;) These themed days will probably help in bringing out my sarcasm (because we all know that the blog is desperately in need of that...), and I actually think that my drivel will be more entertaining to read (and to write) with this little change of pace.
Here is your first Could You? Tuesday - I hope that you like the new theme...
Could you do more on your day off? After working six nights in a row, this is what I did today after waking up. I went to the bank, to Walmart, to the Texas Music Theater, to Fed Ex (to make copies), and then to the post office before returning home. After taking too long of a "break" at home, where I baked the chicken that I bought at Walmart while doing my laundry, I walked to the campus library to return some books on writing (see, I realize that I have a problem, which they say is the first step...), I walked around Bikini Hill, and then I visited my old apartment complex before returning home.
Could you not move the freakin post office?! I was slightly shocked this morning when I visited the post office, where I have a post office box, to find that the whole operation will be moving from downtown San Marcos, America to a decidedly less convenient location a few miles away. I am very interested to see the new space that the post office is moving into, because this is going to make things so much harder on so many people.
Could you ask for a better forecast? THIS is the San Marcos, America that I LOVE... The forecast high temperatures for 6 of the next 7 days is in the 70's - BOO FREAKIN YEAH!!! ;)
Could you really be serious right now? After work a few nights ago as we were finishing up our closing duties, SOMEHOW (I honestly don't remember) the movie "The Princess Bride" came up. I was asked if I had ever seen the movie. My response was, "WHY would I watch a movie called "The Princess Bride?" At this point I should tell you that this was my MALE co-workers who were grilling me, and based on the reaction and staunch defense of the movie by SEVERAL co-workers, I decided to pose this question on facebook the next day. TWENTY comments later, most of them not by me, and I've decided that I'll have to watch this movie sometime in the future... :)
Could you give me a free pass tomorrow? Okay, I'm joking, but I'm going to have to do a pretty quick turnaround to get you a Las Vegas trip post before I work Wednesday night. Maybe I can do that on Friday since there isn't an NFL football game this week??? We'll see...
I hope that you like this new format, and I'll see you again on Thursday for sure with another new theme, and either sometime Wednesday or Friday with my next Vegas trip report. This is like some kind of weird..., blog roulette, I know... :) Have a great day and I'll see you..., SOON... ;)
Here is your first Could You? Tuesday - I hope that you like the new theme...
Could you do more on your day off? After working six nights in a row, this is what I did today after waking up. I went to the bank, to Walmart, to the Texas Music Theater, to Fed Ex (to make copies), and then to the post office before returning home. After taking too long of a "break" at home, where I baked the chicken that I bought at Walmart while doing my laundry, I walked to the campus library to return some books on writing (see, I realize that I have a problem, which they say is the first step...), I walked around Bikini Hill, and then I visited my old apartment complex before returning home.
Could you not move the freakin post office?! I was slightly shocked this morning when I visited the post office, where I have a post office box, to find that the whole operation will be moving from downtown San Marcos, America to a decidedly less convenient location a few miles away. I am very interested to see the new space that the post office is moving into, because this is going to make things so much harder on so many people.
Could you ask for a better forecast? THIS is the San Marcos, America that I LOVE... The forecast high temperatures for 6 of the next 7 days is in the 70's - BOO FREAKIN YEAH!!! ;)
Could you really be serious right now? After work a few nights ago as we were finishing up our closing duties, SOMEHOW (I honestly don't remember) the movie "The Princess Bride" came up. I was asked if I had ever seen the movie. My response was, "WHY would I watch a movie called "The Princess Bride?" At this point I should tell you that this was my MALE co-workers who were grilling me, and based on the reaction and staunch defense of the movie by SEVERAL co-workers, I decided to pose this question on facebook the next day. TWENTY comments later, most of them not by me, and I've decided that I'll have to watch this movie sometime in the future... :)
Could you give me a free pass tomorrow? Okay, I'm joking, but I'm going to have to do a pretty quick turnaround to get you a Las Vegas trip post before I work Wednesday night. Maybe I can do that on Friday since there isn't an NFL football game this week??? We'll see...
I hope that you like this new format, and I'll see you again on Thursday for sure with another new theme, and either sometime Wednesday or Friday with my next Vegas trip report. This is like some kind of weird..., blog roulette, I know... :) Have a great day and I'll see you..., SOON... ;)
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