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Stupid Lunch

For years now I’ve been telling myself, “if you make your lunch for the next day at night before bed then you won’t have to worry about it in the morning, and if you’re running late it will be okay because you can still brown bag it.”

Last night I made today’s lunch before I went to bed. I was so proud of myself. Good job, Robbie!

When I left for work this morning I forgot it. My nice little lunch bag is still sitting in the fridge at home. I didn’t remember it until I was walking into the door at work.

Stupid lunch. Stupid Robbie.

When Can We Go Back?

I just watched Artie T Demoulas give a speech to Market Basket employees.  It was a good speech.  Lots of thank yous and you guys are amazings and you are so loyal and all that good stuff.

The only unanswered question is this:

When can I go back to shopping at a supermarket that is actually big enough to fit customers in the aisles?

Because I’m ready.  I’m ready to not have to wait in line to get from one end of the cookie aisle to the next.  I’m ready to shop in a store where I know where to go to get the stuff I want.  No more of this aimless wandering around looking for the crunchy peanut butter.

Welcome back, Market Basket.

Ice

Well it happened.  I was hoping my utter lack of popularity would spare me, but I’ve been called out on the whole ice bucket challenge thing.  I was prepared to just make the donation and not dump ice water over my head in a show of support for funding research to stop a seriously nasty disease.

Then last week my five (almost six) year old niece took the challenge.  She watched her mother do it and wanted to do it too.  How can I wuss out when she jumped right into it?  Then yesterday my wife did it too with a bunch of co-workers.  I haven’t watched the video yet.  She’s the one who challenged me.

So I guess this weekend I’ll be dumping icy water over my head for a good cause.

Brrrrr.

Feeling a Little Blue

I dropped off the kids at their dad’s this morning. Jen and I won’t see them again until after they start school. My step son is going to have his first day of middle school this week and I’m not going to be able to help build him up if he’s feeling nervous. I mean, the kid is as sharp as a razor, he’s going to excel in middle school. But he’s nervous the way every kid is when they move up a school. I just feel bad that I can’t be there to help him along. Next year his sister will start high school. Maybe I can come through for her then, but that doesn’t make me feel any better today. Oh well.

Also for Future Viewing

A Fairport Convention documentary…

A playlist of Fairport Convention stuff…

And by far the most important, a Fairport Convention TV gig from 1970 with the Full House lineup. It’s traditional style English folk crossed with speed metal. Or, the speed of speed metal at least.

Weeding the Gutters

We had a tree growing in our rain gutter.

No, really. It was about three feet tall and branching out like crazy. We had a debate in the house over what to do with it. I was all for letting it grow to its full potential and provide us with extra shade in the front yard on hot summer days.

How’d you think that flew?

So today I had to buy a ladder so that I could get up to the gutters to pull out the four foot tall oak tree thriving on top of our house. I went with an eight foot step ladder because it would fit in my father’s van which we are borrowing while our CRV is repaired after last week’s hit and run (more like hit just barely hard enough to do a little damage and slowly drive away). Anything larger (and safer) wouldn’t have fit. I got some bungie chords too, on the off chance it stuck out enough to keep the door from closing. It didn’t.

When I got home from Lowes I hid in the corner of the living room in the hopes that my beloved wife would think that just buying a ladder was enough and that the five foot tall tree sprouting out of our house would get scared and magically relocate itself.

How’d you think that flew?

So out I go. Up the ladder. Boy there sure are a lot of leaves in the gutter. Now I want to get one of those iRobot rain gutter cleaners. How much ass would that kick? Anyway. There were a few weeds growing out of the decaying leaves. I gave ’em a yank and dropped them onto the ground, ever hopeful that I would hit a squirrel. No luck. Eventually I got the six foot tall tree. I had an axe and a two person saw. Actually, I was wearing a checkered flannel lumberjack/grunge rocker shirt just for luck.

It wasn’t a seven foot tree. It was a weed. About 18 inches tall.

Now it’s a dead weed.

Success! Who’s the rooftop gardening king, babie??