Ho ho huh?

I promised this one a little while back and it is time.

I've posted before about Wife and I eating at cheap Chinese buffet but it is too late for me to go look for it in the archives. You can look for it if you want but to summarize, it has quite a colorful clientele. But even when you expect weirdness, every once in a while the world reminds you that there is still more strange out there.

Last time we ate there I look up and see two or three portly gentlemen with white hair and long beards. "Ha ha" I chuckle (or something like that. The gist is I laughed. Or LOLed for those of you "tech" people). "You're missing the Santa Claus parade." Wife asks, "Oh?" Or words to that affect. Some sort of brief query like noise or statement. "Yep, there's a dude or two that looks like Santa that just walked in."

And I return my attention to my assorted pieces of MSG conveyance. And I glance up again to see a couple more white haired fat dudes. "Uhm, honey. Seriously. There's a parade of Santas." She seems at best mildly interested, concentrating on her crab legs.

I soon realize that they continue to trickle in. I quickly convince Wife that she should look up because they just keep coming. Several are entertaining local kids. At least one is passing out tiny plastic "toys". We lost count around 30. It was, in fact, a Santa convention.

Later in the parking lot, every other car had a bumper sticker reading "My other car is a sleigh."

So maybe that's the secret. There are over 30 Santas, enough for one per time zone plus a few back-ups. And when they laugh their bellies shake like a bowl full of kung pow chicken.

Buy Sam a drink and get his dog one too!

If you don't recognize, you better do a search for Mike Lange.

Penguins win Lord Stanley's Cup!

Worship the Beard!

I was so nervous I couldn't bring myself to watch the game except to monitor the score online and through various other means. I turned it on literally two seconds after it ended. I'm a bad sports fan when I really care about it and find it best to watch alone or with other die hard fans. When it is just me and Wife, I quickly become a nuisance an a pain in the ass to be around. So since we were hanging out tonight, we watched other programming.

Not my fault

The move is done. Now comes the unpacking.

But we won't have home computer till Friday at least. So I have a great story to tell but no time to write it out at work. This weekend I will share. And you will be dumbfounded.

I can see a light at the end of the tunnel

And it isn't a train.

Porch: 95% done
Understairs storage: Done
Bedroom: 99% done
Hall Closet: Done
Dining Room: 90%+ done
Bathroom: 95% done

Other rooms: still need work.

But we do have a couple of days to get it done before the end of the month.

Getting the main bedroom packed this morning did wonders for my outlook. And we should be getting cable tomorrow in the new house. And you know how important that is.....

PS. Thanks to all the well wishers, especially TonyN and A.

PPS. Thanks to Car for all the hauling it proved capable of doing. It has been a rock star. And deserves a good cleaning of the interior when this is done.

Where did it all come from?

I get up. I pack and move a load of stuff. I go to work. I teach my classes. Then I pack and move more stuff. Then I sleep.

Mix and repeat for four days now.

I miss you interwebs.......

It is here

The big announcement that most of you know already:

Wife and I are now homeowners.

I tried to mentally write this many times before hand. I should have jotted down some notes because now that it is here it is so overwhelming that I'm not ready to write it yet.

I'll try to explain this. Eventually. But not yet.

In the mean time realize that while we have till the end of the month to move, it is supposed to rain for almost all of that time. So that should be fun.

UNO!

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;

Or in my case just seems like it will never get here.

In other news, my beard is getting past the "rough trade" look and just starting on the "mountain man" look. Starting to become a factor in eating as well.

Kidneys of Darkness

The rain, it just won't go away to come again some other day. It doesn't care who wants to play.

I trudge through the swamps that used to be parking lots. Step outside and there's no way to stay dry. My rain jacket has started shedding it's liner on my shirts. It's time for a new one.

I've seen things man. Wet things. Things you could never comprehend in your dry shoes and your dry socks.

Oh, and the countdown is at two. Two.

I'll count it, I'll count it off

Three days till the announcement that is one of the worst keep secrets. Partially because I've leaked it too many other places.

In other local news, the monsoons are so bad that several streets are under water. You could try to kayak around some parts. And in other parts you can hear frogs and their mating calls.

Counting down

Four days till the big news that was promised earlier in the month.

Some of you already know, but for the other 1 and a half of my regular readers, you'll just have to wait. I'm nervous enough as it is without jinxing it.