Give me Your McNopoly Pieces
New Pieces Collected: 10/31/2005
After several years of not winning anything, and a recent decline in my healthy eating habits, i’ve decided to start playing McDonalds Monopoly. And I’m playing to win. So, if you happen to swing by McFastFood and get monopoly pieces, I’d appreciate it if you could save those for me. I promise I will split the million if I win it, and I will extend my eternal gratitude if I win any other prize.{MORE}
Also, you will notice that you also receive a best buy sticker. I’m not sure if all of them are coupons, but every one I’ve received has been a $3 coupon. If you want to pass those my way as well, I will invite you over to my house so that you can watch the television that I buy with all of the coupons. I’ll take a picture of our current television and upload it so you can see why we need a new TV.
Here is the list of my McNopoly Pieces I NEED:
Boardwalk(Pre-Thanks Richard!)- Pennsylvania Avenue
Pacific Avenue(Pre-Thanks Richard!)- Marvin Gardens
- Ventnor Avenue
- Kentucky Avenue
- Tennessee Avenue
St. James Avenue(Pre-Thanks Richard!)- Virginia Avenue
- Vermont Avenue
Baltic Avenue(Thanks Wife!)- Mediteranean Avenue
B&O Railroad(Pre-Thanks Richard!)- Short Line
Reading Railroad(Thanks Wife!)
Seriously, I want your McStickers.
The Latest in Portable Video
Over the weekend Heidi and I were able to watch a couple of the latest episodes of Gilmore Girls on the latest in portable video. Yes, thats right, the absolute latest… The Millers (our friends in Indy) were kind enough to their VCR, and VHS tape with Gilmore Girls on it.{MORE}
You know, I forgot how incredibly frustrating easy VCR’s can be. First, I noticed that the buttons were practically impossibly easy to locate, and that the rewind button found the correct place on the tape after several rounds of rewinding and playing automatically. And then I tried to hookup the sound, and I found full stereo mono outputs for sound, that made the sound static-filled crystal clear.
It really makes me wish we had tivo glad that VCR technology exists. I look forward to see what technology the future has in store for us.
Wake Up and Smell the Coffee…
…or something like that! I love to read about the weird and crazy people of this world. But, today I came across a comical one. Talk about getting a surge of adrenaline from your morning coffee!
http://msnbc.msn.com/id/9772051/
Full-time Maid/Chef Position Available
Due to my busy work schedule, my wife’s work and school schedule, and my complete inability to help out around the house like I should, we are in the market for a Full-time Maid/Chef. Position requires the following skills:{MORE}
- Maid must be able to pick up clothes anywhere and everywhere in our apartment. You see, my wife and I shed pieces of clothing everywhere. I think its possible that we are trying to cover up the color of our carpet with the color of our clothing, possibly due to our subconscious dislike of the color ’sandstone’…
- Maid must be able to wash, dry, iron, fold, and put away clothes. Currently, my wife and I like to dress ourselves with clothes that came straight out of the dryer. This can be a problem when the only thing in the dryer is shirts, but we are in the need of pants, or vice-versa. Ironing/steaming is also important. Though it looks like we strive for the wrinkled look in our clothes, it is not intentional, it is not a fashion statement, we did not just wake up and throw something on… well maybe we did. Until we have a chance to upgrade all of our clothing to "Wrinkle Free", ironing/steaming will be a very valuable skill to have.
- Maid must be able to consistently water plants… Even the ones outside. Plants are a precurser to pets, and pets are a precurser to children. So if you can’t keep a plant alive, you will be no help to us when we will one day raise children.
- Chef duties are quite simple. You need to know how to cook. By cooking I am not referring to the ability to unwrap a double cheeseburger, or stick a frozen pizza in the oven. You should know that we already possess those skills, and are quite fond of them. We need someone who can make our favorite meals, so that we can enjoy them without the realization that we have to clean up after ourselves, which brings up another important aspect of this job: cleanup.
- Cleaning up after dinner is a must-have skill. There is nothing worse than stumbling into the kitchen in the middle of the night while you try to find the appropriate ice cream dispensing contraption and a clean spoon, and all you can see is piles of dishes that cover your double sink. You see, if I use a regular spoon to dispense the ice cream, my wife will yell at me. And when I get yelled at, I cry.
- All of these duties need to be done without grumbling or complaining, as these are qualities that we already possess. If we were looking for more grumbling and complaining, we’d start having kids and let them take over your job.
Unfortunately, we have no money to offer as payment, but don’t think that we’ll take just anyone. My wife and I are quite picky, and will let things pile up until we find the right person. So it is in your best interest to contact us quickly, before we are unable to find the phone.
Please Note: The post was not meant to belittle my wife’s abilities to do housework. In our household, we are supposed to share the duties, but lately I have been slacking off on my responsibilities and Heidi has been picking up the slack (and the clothes, dishes, etc). There are times though when I wish we didn’t have to do housework.
A Wormaful Saturday
Did you know there are 2,700 different types of worms, and that they can eat their weight each day? I had a close encounter with one of the 2,700 types of worms this weekend, and I think he had already eaten more than his weight. Let me set the scene for you…{MORE}
After a fun filled afternoon of grocery shopping and running errands with my wonderful husband, he was off to Starbucks to work and I was in the kitchen. We had decided to venture into the world of buying in bulk and freezing in order to save some time & money. So, after bagging several pounds of cheese & a couple of green peppers, I was about to finish off the last green pepper and the onions.
The last green pepper…a decent looking shiny green bell pepper. I had picked each one out carefully, making sure that there were not any bad spots or missing sides, etc. The first two were fine, so this should not be any different. While talking to my sister on the phone, I picked up the knife and made the first cut. (Awesome, it went right down the middle!) Grabbing one of the halves to continue my slicing and dicing, I noticed something strange moving inside the shell. Looking closer I realized there was none other than a slimy, brown, hungry, squirmy worm. No, I am not lying, the green pepper that I paid .50 for in the grocery store was worm infested. (If 1 worm warrants an infestation, that is.)
At first I found it comical, and then it turned to disgust. I icked and oooed to my sister on the phone, continuing to get grossed out as I watched this slimy thing slide around the inside of my green pepper and continue to eat it. Yes, he had the audasity to eat MY green pepper in front of ME! Now, those who know me, would probably classify me as a ‘girly girl.’ I don’t like to get dirty, I love pedicures, and shopping in new shoes is my idea of fun. So, to see a worm in my food was absolutely beyond my understanding. After begging my sister to ‘please stop laughing’, we hung up and I called my husband. 3 calls later he FINALLY answered the phone. (You have to love anti-cell phone people who own cell phones.) I calmy explained to him that there was a worm in the green pepper and I needed help. Again, great laughter filled my ear as he told me to ‘just put it in the garbage.’ The rounds of ‘I can’t its gross’ and ‘just put it in the garbage, it will be fine’ continued for about another minute, before he surrendered to my disgust with the worm.
10 minutes later he walked through the door slightly laughing. (Now realize he had just arrived at Starbucks when I called him.) Coming into the kitchen, I’m sure he expected to find a 6 inch worm rolled up in the green pepper. Crouching down to take a closer look in the green pepper, he found the intruder. According to my husband, this little guy was about 1/4 inch long-now that’s 1/4 inch too long for me. Hysterical laughter proceeded his discovery. After disposing of the intruder, I got a huge hug, a promise to never let me live this one down, and he was back to Starbucks for more work.
My husband is awesome!!