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Food Notes

noreply@blogger.com (Greg) — Wed, 18 Jul 2018 21:21:00 +0000

Chipotle flavor: I'm over it.
Toasters that don't have a 'bagel' setting should be illegal.

Famous Gay Cowboys In Your Neighborhood

noreply@blogger.com (Greg) — Thu, 13 Aug 2015 02:03:00 +0000

Well, maybe not famous, exactly. Or actually a cowboy. Really just cowboy drag for three days a year in fact.

While at the ARGRA Gay Rodeo this summer, I was approached by a woman who said she was a reporter from a German newspaper and she'd like to feature Aaron and me, along with a few of the other contestants, in a story she was writing for Germany's most widely read weekly newspaper Die Zeit.

I had a great time chatting with Anne Haeming about the rodeo and why I've kept coming back every summer for the past 7 years.

Anne's article has finally been published! Running it though Google Translate made it a little choppy but still super cool!

Anne's little write-up about the article is on her website along with some pretty good pictures she took.

Anne has linked to a PDF image of the page from Die Ziet as well, which looks really terrible if you pop it into Google Translate. Here is the roughly translated text from the PDF:

The Beard, the morning at eight clock
legs next to the white
Hut with the inscription "Rodeo
Office "is, it apparently wants to know:
dusty cowboy boots, bumpy
Jeans, thumbs in the belt loops,
Country Shirt, Lasso over his shoulder,
sturdy gloves in the potash and a Stetson
- In Flamingo Pink. "I dress just as if
I want to look like a cowboy, "says Greg Smid.
In other words, once a year, for the Rodeo in Strathmore,
50 km east of Calgary, 180 east
the Rocky Mountains, Alberta. "I'm just
a City Cowboy from Edmonton, "says Smid, and
his Aviator Sunglasses reflects the blue sky
and the glaring light, the air smells of warm
Stall. The lawn next to the arena is full with tents
and campers. 110 amateur athletes from Canada,
some US states and even from Australia,
2,000 spectators, dozens of helpers - so much was
never going at the annual competition of Alberta
Rockies Gay Rodeo Association (ARGRA).
"There are so many misconceptions about Gay
Rodeo, despite Brokeback Mountain, "says Rodeo Director
Janie Van Santen. "Here everyone can join in
"Homo, hetero, bi - matter. The Canadian with
the Pocahontas Mane leaning on railing next to the
Arena and slurps on a willow green water ice.
They watched as a couple of cowboys and cowgirls
are on horseback busy a herd cattle
from one output to the other pilots. "Unlike
the traditional Rodeo allowed us all
do everything: women riding bulls and bulls, Men
occur in barrel racing on, "is to say, with the horse
riding around three tonnes, rather than traditional
Rigmarole applies. There are 13 disciplines over the
traditional Rodeo, playful three of them: the goat
dressing about where a goat dressed underpants
becomes. "We are concerned with equal opportunities, we
want to break stereotypes, "says the 57-year-old.
Among the contestants Van Santen has almost holy status.
She is, since there are ARGRA, since 1993rd
Athletes whisper that she was the best cowgirl ever.
Her thumb was broken last five, ribs,
Leg, everything was ever broken. Your favorite discipline,
says Van Santen is, chute dogging, "the adrenaline rush
is indescribable. " Then she points to the barred
Start boxes, chutes: A young animal casts its good
700 kg between steel walls back and
ago. Right next to him in the skeleton Greg pressed
Smid to the animal, it grabs the horns. On the
Grilles, front of the box in the arena, all standing tall
focused helpers, referees and athletes. Also
Smids partner Aaron Granley is to recognize the
partner pink Stetson. Try the bull
calm, waiting for Smids "Go!".
Then, suddenly, the gate jumps up, Cowboy
and animal grass intertwined in the Arena,
Smid must be fast now: He has the bull as
throw in karate to the ground. But the animal holds with
his neck muscles on the other hand, it injected it.
Smid remains briefly lying in the sand, stretched out all fours.
The spectators in the stands cheering anyway,
the other athletes yell and applaud, he sprints
back, slipping through a small gate from the Arena,
where Granley awaits him. They bow to each other to
to their brims collide. "Kissing with cowboy hat
we still need to practice, "chuckles Granley.
During the next cowboys and cowgirls
get ready, blaring over loudspeakers the yodel song
from Alpine kitsch movie Sound of Music in the
Arena. The competition rules are similar to the
Ski Jumping:
There are two runs, one on Saturday,
one on Sunday. At the end, the points are
added, and the best athletes in the respective discipline
get a medal around his neck.
The atmosphere is informal. No wonder the
Most meet every few weeks in a competition,
in Denver, Santa Fe or even Strathmore, she
invite each other to weddings, travel together
in vacation, maintain those that are ill. Members Fees
and profits of the events going on
the AIDS, in cancer research. They borrow
their lassos, look, arm in arm, the horses in the
Stables - and try another in the arena to
defeat. Most participants are ranchers, farmers,
at least part time. You snuff tobacco, possess
two, eight, ten cowboy hats, also like 20
Pair boots, piles of Country-shirts and dozens
that belt decorative buckles that made it such
are to draw suggestive glances at the crotch.
But the lack of offspring. The average age
the competitor is 45 years, the membership figures
the clubs fall. More people and
order to attract money, the team led by Janie Van has
Santen this year a three-day parallel Country-
Music Festival off the ground: with Grammy
Winner LeAnn Rimes, four out of five real
Village People and others who not in Europe
Man knows. Tickets cost 160 euros.
The area is made for such a festival.
Just getting from the airport is a single
John Denver Song: from Country Hills Boulevard
right on the Stony Trail, then left the Trans
Canada Highway for half an hour straight line.
Passing flags with cowboys on bucking
Horses at each post, past fields, agricultural machinery
overtaking and pick-ups, from which also
by eight rake, broom three and four blades protrude.

And through the open car window blowing the bittersweet
Smell of hay.
Rodeos can be found here throughout the summer,
several every weekend. The Strathmore
Stampede, the local competition, is considered one
the largest in Canada. The
13 000 inhabitants is part of the municipality
County Wheatland, wheat country.
The emblem can be found ear
and beef, only the winding tower
Missing: The Province
depends on the oil and gas industry,
more stock supposedly have only Saudi
Arabia and Venezuela.
The center consists of a supermarket,
Pizza delivery services, empty shops and a pub called
House of the Rising Suds, about "House of the rising
, Park beer crowns "of Harleys and
Types smoke. "Men with women: Only that is
normal, "grumbles one. "I want nothing to do with the Rodeo
have to do. But it is good for the economy. "The
is the minimum consensus, a decade after Canada
marriage legalized for all. Also at the hotel reception
and in Western Laden: The gay people bring money.
In the early years there were protests. One
Security had committed and led preventive
Crisis talks with the police, the default here
Cowboy hat wearing. Even so it holds Rodeo Director
Van Santen still a miracle that the
Drover Doug Richards, who as every year more
than 100 animals has brought, then the first
Rodeo not hung up the phone when she asked if we could
could do business. "A job is a job," says
Richards, a cheerful old man. "Those are great
People here, but of course there are comments
of colleagues. "The residents of the region
remain the event until today away. On the
Ranks sitting members, friends of the
Sportsmen, evening jostles before
Concert stage with the gay community
open shirts, entwined in
Square Dance.
"When I first heard of Gay
Rodeo heard, I thought: Well fine, as
ride a few drag queens by
Arena, "says Sonny Koerner and laughs.
In addition to his partner Mark Rodeo
Larson he marches with jingling
Spores over terrain toward starting boxes.
For 17 years, the Americans come
together on. With jeans, cowboy hat,
Cowboy boots, tight plaid shirt and flashing
Belt buckles they fulfill all the cliches. Both are
grown on farms in the province, Riding competitions
already belonged to her youth. But with the
Growing up and her coming-out was the
Western life over. Until Koerner years ago at his
first Gay Rodeo was sitting in the stands and it tears
ran down her cheeks. "I caught on that here both
Parts of my identity have space. "Sonny Koerner is
the same turn, bull riding, bull riding, one-handed. He
binds his leather trousers to just grins:
"Tomorrow I'm wearing another. Hey, I want to look good! "
The stories are similar. There's the 23-year-old
from a ranch north of Calgary, in a
Company for agricultural machinery and working long thought:
A friend I can have secret, but a
Woman get married and have children with her, there's no way
be. There's the woman who prefers oxen to the ground
struggling and this discipline is gaining in 3.81 seconds -
their wife she met during Gay Rodeo.
And there's the Rodeo teacher who works in the oil business,
rides on weekends with his horses in the mountains
and says: "I did not know anyone who was gay. And
Then came AIDS, and I thought, who is gay, dying. "
Before it goes to bull riding, fighting in the
Arena teams in the discipline steer deco - a
wearing cowboy hats in pink. The referee whistles,
the gate jumps up, two steers storms out,
from the speakers echoes I Will Survive. Smid and
Granley race around their pet, a hanging per se
the neck, the other attempts, a colorful ribbon on
to fumble the oxtail, again, again
nothing. Then winds the rope from the neck, the
Spectators yell, done! 22 seconds. Too slow.
Beyond the arena, still out of breath,
pushes Aaron Granley his sunglasses up. "The
Types here all look fabulous, "he grins," the
Cowboy Style "just a fetish. Even if they
have not won anything: Greg Smid regrets that
The Rodeo is almost over. "Although we in our daily life
not hide, our shield goes high when
we drive away here, "he says," but it is now just
something. "He said the landslide victory of the Social Democrats
at the provincial election in the spring, which the
Duration rule of arch-conservative Tories in Alberta
has ended after 44 years.
And maybe soon dawns yes more people
Gay Rodeo that the company is way ahead of.
This weekend, the air buzzes with love. Couples,
which have been together for more than 30 years, engaged
spontaneously, ultimately, the US Supreme Court
just marriage for all legalized. Before it back
back, away from the rodeo family, the airport,
towards everyday. About the Trans Canada Highway,
where is past the intersection: Rainbow Road.
www.zeit.de/audio

More about the event 2016: www.argra.org

Raincoast Crisps Get Me Wet

noreply@blogger.com (Greg) — Sat, 16 Nov 2013 01:56:00 +0000

Well, not actually… although they are incredibly delicious especially with a nice soft cheese to spread on them. If you’ve never tried them, I highly recommend it.

One of the ads on the in-seat video screen on our flights to and from Mexico last week featured this picture:

I get that Lesley Stowe is proud of her product, but does it look to anyone else like she wants to mount that whole stack of boxes?

In which I become a cowboy for a weekend

noreply@blogger.com (Greg) — Wed, 03 Jul 2013 05:58:00 +0000

This past weekend, like every Canada Day long weekend, was the ARGRA gay rodeo down in Strathmore, Alberta. This year was my sixth year attending, and although it’s always a lot of fun, this year had a bit of a twist: it was my first year competing as a contestant!

Bright and early Friday morning, Aaron and I got dressed up in our cowboy gear and headed on over to the Rodeo School. First up was Calf Roping On Foot, and Chuck did a great job getting us started. The lasso action felt pretty natural after a bit of practice, and I very nearly roped a couple calves during practice. Unfortunately, “very nearly” was as close as I got all weekend, and I quickly learned why the vets call this event “Throw Your Rope In The Dirt”.

After roping, I got introduced to Steer Decorating, which is a two-person event where one guy or gal reels the steer in with a rope, and the other person gets cow shit all over their hands. Well, that’s how it worked out for me anyway. My partner Colin did an awesome job of keeping an incredibly wild steer under as much control as possible, while I fumbled around with trying to tie a ribbon on its tail and got pooped on. I ended up not competing in Steer Deco, maybe next year…
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Last up at school was Chute Dogging, which is a rough stock event where you start in the chute with a fully grown steer (400 to 500 lbs), get it in a headlock, coax it out 10 feet and then flip it over onto its side. Let me tell you, the steer is not happy about any of this and this year’s batch seemed particularly uncooperative. I didn’t end up dogging any of my steers this weekend, but god DAMN what an adrenaline rush!!

TJ and I also decided to try our hand at Goat Dressing, and while we weren’t fast enough to get a ribbon, I must say that our goat looked very handsome in his tighty whities.

My favorite thing about competing was the atmosphere behind the chutes and the sense of camaraderie between all the cowboys and cowgirls. Even though everyone is competing, everyone also genuinely wants the other contestants to do well in their events. I got amazing support from all the participants. In particular:

Thank you to Jamie, Rob and Kelly for all the support. There’s no way I would have gotten into that chute with that 500 lb steer if it hadn’t been for their relentless encouragement and advice.
Thank you to Scotty and the rest of the Chute Crew for keeping some semblance of order in all the chaos that goes on back there. You guys kept the show moving along and didn’t give me any time to change my mind!
Thank you to the ARGRA Board of Directors. You guys do an awesome job of putting this all together every single year!
This one is going to sound a little strange, but thank you to my amazing boyfriend Aaron for not really introducing me around. It was his third year competing and he’s already met most of these folks, but by letting me go out and meet everyone on my own, he helped me form my own connections rather than be his tag-along.

The rest of the pictures are posted to Facebook here!

AAOOWWOOOOOOO!

noreply@blogger.com (Greg) — Sat, 27 Apr 2013 03:04:00 +0000

We just finished watching the first two episodes of the NetFlix original series “Hemlock Grove”. The first episode was interesting, but a little slow; episode two definitely made up for that though. The ending of episode had one of the coolest, and most jaw-droppingly gruesome monster transformations I’ve ever seen!

¡¡SPOILER!!
Don’t watch this if you’d rather be surprised when you watch the show. If not, check this shit out!

Cocktails I Have Never Heard Of

noreply@blogger.com (Greg) — Fri, 05 Apr 2013 02:41:00 +0000

So, my folks are spending some vacation time down at their place in Arizona, along with a couple of sets of aunts and uncles.

This text is from my sister-in-law, wondering if Mom can bring her back a few things from AZ. It sounds like they’re having a good time.

Google Reader Bites The Dust

noreply@blogger.com (Greg) — Thu, 14 Mar 2013 03:50:00 +0000

Well, fuck.

RSS never really did catch on with the masses, and I imagine that’s a big part of why Google Reader will be closing up shop on July 1st. Why maintain a service that’s difficult to monetize and hardly anyone outside of the tech community knows about anyway? Google Reader is going the way of the dodo as part of a round of what Google is calling Spring Cleaning.

For those of us who ARE in the know and have been using Google Reader (either directly, like me, or indirectly through one of the many apps that syncs to your Google Reader feed like NewsNetWire) for years and love it, the news comes as a pretty big punch to the gut.

Google is offering a way to get your subscription data out as an XML file, but the question is, where do I stick it once I’ve got it? I guess it’s time to start looking out for some alternate RSS reader.

Any suggestions?

Well, Look Who Can Buy Me A Beer

noreply@blogger.com (Greg) — Fri, 01 Feb 2013 06:03:00 +0000

Why, it’s Jann Arden’s breakout album “Living Under June”!

Aux.tv just released their list of 10 Canadian albums that turned 18 this year, and “Living Under June” is in there along with other blasts from my formative years like OLP’s “Naveed” and BNL’s “Maybe You Should Drive”.

It’s funny how in, say, 1987, the songs from 1969 would be playing on the Oldies radio station. How weird would it be talk about Naveed as being an ‘oldie’???

Incidentally, Living Under June is still one of my favorite albums.

Songs That Can Choke Me Up

noreply@blogger.com (Greg) — Mon, 28 Jan 2013 03:45:00 +0000

I was driving to work the other day when OLP's 4am came on the radio. As I was belting along to the song in that way that you only do when you're driving by yourself, I was a little surprised to find that the llyrics were causing a lump to form in my throat.

Music has the ability to stir up powerful emotions in people, and I’m no exception. I think everyone probably has that list of songs that can just get to them, here are some of mine:

Well, here we are again

noreply@blogger.com (Greg) — Wed, 09 Jan 2013 03:07:00 +0000

I’ve been thinking about this blog more and more lately. The posts have (obviously) trickled down to almost nothing as I moved more and more of my online presence to other social media platforms. It’s so easy to post quick notes to to smartphone-integrated sites (Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr, Foursquare, Google Plus, etc etc etc) that there’s not a lot of motivation to actually sit and type out my thoughts in a slightly longer-form format.

I think I’m going to try and stop by this neck of the woods more often though. There’s something to be said for sharing your thoughts in more than 140 characters or a photo that’s been filtered to look like a Polaroid.

Saturday Plans

noreply@blogger.com (Greg) — Sat, 04 Feb 2012 16:17:00 +0000

Go look at some condos, have lunch with the folks (both sets), get a new laptop set up for my Dad, go look at countertops to replace our shitty ones.

Gonna be a busy day!

Who is reading this??

noreply@blogger.com (Greg) — Wed, 12 Oct 2011 23:54:00 +0000

I'm delighted that someone is getting some use out of my blog despite the fact that I haven't posted anything new in forever!

Installing Windows 7 x64 on my MacBook

noreply@blogger.com (Greg) — Sat, 19 Feb 2011 05:15:00 +0000

I'm sure many of you will think this is blasphemy, but I like Windows 7 better than OS X. I've been running Win7 x86 on the fella's old 13 inch Blackbook for about half a year now, and it works relatively well. I just got upgraded the RAM, though, and since 32 bit versions of Windows can't access all 4 GB I figured it was time to upgrade the OS.

The Windows installation was smooth, no problems at all. When it came time to install Boot Camp drivers though, I ran into some trouble.

I started off trying to install the Boot Camp drivers that came with the Blackbook, but running Setup.exe just came up with an error: "Bootcamp x64 is unsupported on this model". After some Googling, I found a workaround that allowed me to install the drivers.

The driver installation went... OK. It got most of the way through, until it got to the 'Intel chipset' portion, and then it seemed to freeze up. I waited a good 15 minutes, but it just sat there doing apparently nothing. Checking the processes actually showed three instances of the installer running, taking up 100% of the CPU, but it wasn't going anywhere. I ended two of the three processes, and the last process finished up 'successfully'.

I then tried to install the Boot Camp 3.2 upgrade, but it required 3.0 at a minimum and I had only installed 2.0.

Sooooo, I tried running the Boot Camp installer from the Fella's Snow Leopard CD, using the same workaround above... and it worked like a charm. I then had to install the 3.1 upgrade, and finally 3.2.

Boot Camp is right up to date now and working great!

...and there's Rosie, the robot maid!

noreply@blogger.com (Greg) — Fri, 07 Jan 2011 01:36:00 +0000

Actually, her name is Rosalita after the maid from Goonies. Santa brought us a Roomba for Christmas, and she's keeping our condo spic and span!

My cat Oscar isn't such a big fan, but I told him we can get rid of Rosalita when he starts vacuuming.

University of Calgary Impliments a No-Idle Policy

noreply@blogger.com (Greg) — Sun, 24 Oct 2010 19:44:00 +0000

The U of C is going to be cracking down on all vehicles left idling on campus, which I think is a great idea. There's absolutely no reason to let your car sit idling when the temperature is above -10 C.

I was surprised by the amoutn of CO2 that actually gets released while idling a vehicle. From the article:

The average mid-sized Canadian vehicle emits 2.3 kilograms of greenhouse gases when idling for just 10 minutes.

I'm looking for most of these

noreply@blogger.com (Greg) — Sat, 23 Oct 2010 19:24:00 +0000

Any takers?

Writes of Passage

noreply@blogger.com (Greg) — Mon, 11 Oct 2010 23:02:00 +0000

Gay.com has been doing a project for National Coming Out Day called "Writes of Passage" where they've asked gay celebrities to what they would say if they had the opportunity to write a letter to their younger selves. The timing works out really well, since this is a great compliment to Dan Savage's new and worthy YouTube channel, It Gets Better.

If I was going to write a letter to the younger me, it would look a lot like this:

Dear Greg,

It's 2010 now, and I'm living the life that, right now, you don't believe you'll ever have. I have a job I really enjoy, a solid group of fantastic friends, and the most wonderful man to share my life with. I'm the happiest I've ever been.

You have a long journey ahead of you but soon enough, you'll get here too.

I only have one piece of advice: COME OUT NOW. I have very few regrets in my life, but at the top of the list is waiting so long to come out of the closet to those who are important in my life. And here's the scoop: your family will still love and support you, your friends won't ditch you (and for the few that might, you don't really want them around anyway), and you'll feel a million times better without having to lie to those you love. The girl you're dating will be disappointed that her vision of the future isn't going to pan out, but she deserves to know the truth and you'll both be much happier afterward. And your cat won't care either way. I know it doesn't feel like it now, but being honest with the people in your life will be much easier than you think, and it's the most liberating feeling in the world!

I wish I could impress upon you how important this is, but I suppose everyone comes out when they're good and ready... and it's going to be a while before you feel like you are.

I'll see ya when you get here. :o)

Things I Learned At The Hospital

noreply@blogger.com (Greg) — Wed, 18 Aug 2010 02:44:00 +0000

Well, learned probably isn't the right word, since I already knew a few of these. Perhaps reinforced would be a better word. But I digress:

Knowing what's actually wrong is much better than imagining all the horrible things it could be. I've never really understood people who avoid the doctor because they're scared of what he'll tell them.
The L.A. Times crossword puzzle is harder than the New York Times crossword puzzle. Or at least, it was on August 16, 2010.
No matter how bad things seem, chances are they could be worse. The fella's eye was oozing and gross, but at least we weren't as bad off as crying, puking girl.
I am desperately in love with my boyfriend. Spending 7 hours in various waiting rooms of the hospital while I waited for him to get checked out certainly wasn't fun, but it also didn't feel like I was going out of my way or being inconvenienced; really, I couldn't have been anywhere else. Holding his hand while we waited for the first round of intravenous medication to finish was a high point in a long day.
Edmonton actually does have some hot cops. And they all hang out in the Emergency room at the University Hospital. There's no shortage of hot paramedics either.

This is as far as I could make it in my crossword puzzles without cheating. Not bad, if I do say so myself:

Vancouver Pride 2010

noreply@blogger.com (Greg) — Sun, 01 Aug 2010 19:28:00 +0000

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ARGRA Rodeo

noreply@blogger.com (Greg) — Fri, 02 Jul 2010 23:37:00 +0000

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WHAAAA!

noreply@blogger.com (Greg) — Fri, 02 Jul 2010 18:00:00 +0000

Everyone is having a blast at the rodeo, but we're all ready to kill
the guys a couple tents down from us. They were noisy aaaaall night
long. One guy in particular, wwhen he laughs he starts out with
"WHAAAA!" and then breaks into the "haaaahahaha!" part. Put it all
together now, kids:

WHAAAAAhahahaha!

The "WHAAAA" isn't high-pitched, iit's low and it carries. Think
about a goose honking, or a cruise ship blowing its obnoxious annoying
horn.

Anyway, rodeo pics to follow later!

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A Stark Reminder

noreply@blogger.com (Greg) — Wed, 30 Jun 2010 04:45:00 +0000

I LOVE Edmonton's weather in the summer... long, hot days often followed by thunderstorms in the evening. We're having a fantastic storm right now; while I was sitting out on the deck enjoying it, one giant thunderclap set off the alarms on at least two cars in hearing distance. Here's a pic of the view from the balcony... you can't really tell from the photo, but the sky is a very eerie shade of green/grey:

I did get reminded today to get out there and enjoy it while I can... I saw this billboard while driving around today. Y'know, they're probably right.

Murmel Murmel Murmel

noreply@blogger.com (Greg) — Fri, 28 May 2010 18:04:00 +0000

Murmel Murmel Murmel.

That's the sound my guts are making today.

It's been a rough week, digestively speaking. On Tuesday, I went for wings n' beer with a friend of mine that I hadn't seen since high school. I had a great time catching up over a few pints, and when I went home around 10 PM I was in a great mood. That didn't last too long; I started feeling rumblings in my belly by 11:00, and by the time I went to bed at midnight I knew something was definitely wrong.

The Fella and I both ended up making rushed trips to the bathroom that night. He'd been feeling sick the previous day too, so I think whatever bug it was finally caught up to both of us. We both called in sick on Wednesday to recover.

Yesterday, we were both feeling much better so we decided not to cancel the birthday dinner he'd planned for me at Skinny Legs and Cowgirls, an organic bistro in downtown Edmonton. We started with the Three Cheese Salsa Bake, followed by the Signature Mixed Grill which turned out to be way more food than either of us could ever eat. It was delicious... a bit of rack of lamb, pork ribs, a steak, scalloped potatoes and a mound of fresh seasonal veggies. We worked our way through a pretty good chunk of it, having tiny mouthgasms the whole while. When we decided we had had more than enough of the entree, we still decided to brave the Creme Brulee for dessert.

The whole meal was incredibly delicious, but I think it may have been a little overly ambitious for my recently recovered digestive tract.

Hand dryer or vending machine?

noreply@blogger.com (Greg) — Fri, 21 May 2010 06:15:00 +0000

Push button. Receive bacon. Eat bacon.

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Monday Wrap-Up

noreply@blogger.com (Greg) — Tue, 18 May 2010 05:12:00 +0000

I was on my game at softball practice tonight, especially batting. Balls were actually going in the direction I wanted them to, which never happens. Normally I'm a happy camper with any sort of contact. Despite having a good practice, it was not all fun and games out on the field today. The mosquitoes have arrived in full force, and after basically having none last year, they were incredibly annoying. I've got to remember to pick up some bug spray before our game on Wednesday.

On the way home, I was behind a car with a beagle sticking his nose waaaay out the window and barking at all the cars going the opposite direction. So adorable!

All was not well when I got home... Our Internet connection has been really flakey for the last week or so, and we've been trying to figure out what's causing it. Some troubleshooting basically shows that it's got to be the router we're using, but after buying a new one we aren't having any better luck. I'm borrowing the neighbor's open wireless network to post this post, hehehe.