Monday, December 20, 2004

Brief Weekend Re-Cap:

Friday:
Was one of those forgotten days; I went home from work early at the request of my co-workers. Seems, everyone didn’t want to get sick for the holidays. Once at home and took at least two of everything in the medicine cabinet and slept until Saturday.

Saturday:
I went to a party at the rugby bar to watch St. Francis play in the NAIA National title. Good food; gumbo, fried-chicken, and fresh venison. What a game it was dear reader, a bitter, sad game, but still some great football. The cheerful and team-supporting Mrs. John Q. Public started the new tradition of the “dirty” touchdown dance on top of the bar and was joined by not a few of the more colorful bar patrons.

She found herself greatly enjoying the drink of the week, “My Hairy Ass”. A word of caution, for those of you who have not already tried the drink, based off of your body weight, it seems that two of said drink, is more than enough to make a “normal” individual, somewhat psychotic and delusional. For her safety, and the safety of those around her she was stopped at 8 drinks.

After the game, which USF lost in the last 30 seconds (notice, I said lost, they were not beaten). We returned to the manor house for a quick change of clothes. Then we were off to her New Boss’s new million dollar house for his staff Christmas party. Let me just say now that at times it is refreshing to go out with someone and be the “grown-up”, it became obvious to even the disinterested observer that those in attendance at the “New Boss’s” party had not had the benefit of eight drink’s named “My Hairy Ass” to loosen themselves up and get the party running.

The food: it was the normal party fare, meat balls, little weenies, cheese, etc. I believe that the evening will best be remembered by all in attendance for the Beautiful and Star-Struck Mrs. John Q. Public’s karaoke renditions of “These Boot’s are made for Walking” and “Fever”. Especially since her “New Boss” did not own a karaoke machine, and that they were preformed while taking a shower, fully clothed. Shortly, there after we made our exit.

Sunday:
The morning, I woke at 4:00 am and made my famous Borsch, which I found causes instant vomiting when tried by someone who has over dosed on “My Hairy Ass”. (File that one away). After cleaning her up and returning her to bed, making sure she was on her side, I went to Mass. I spent the rest of the morning watching re-runs of Matlock and the Home Shopping Network.

At 2:00 pm, I woke her and got her dressed and off we went to yet another Christmas party. This one was more of a low key, come one, come all parties held by a prudent Catholic family at their bar. After a few beers and some chicken wings, I noticed that my dear sweet wife was not bouncing back, (she thought three Bloody Marys and several shots would help, but it was not to be). So, we left, once again I put her to bed and went out to make care packages for our troops, after which I spent some time picking up litter along the lonesome back country roads until dark. Once at home I worked on a paper that I need to get published if I want tenure. All, in all a fairly normal weekend, nothing to exciting to report.

Local News:
Children find marijuana; Noble deputies arrest 2, The Journal Gazette
Two Noble County children found a pound of marijuana in their home Saturday and turned it over to police, the Noble County Sheriff’s Department said.
The children, ages 10 and 12, were home alone when they discovered the drug and related paraphernalia in the house at XXXX North Long Lake Road in Albion. The children called police about 12:30 p.m. and showed officers what they believed was marijuana, the sheriff’s department said. Police obtained a search warrant and found a pound of marijuana plus paraphernalia in the home, the report said. Mark D. XXXX, 41, and Beverly J. XXXX, 33, both of the same address on North Long Lake Road, were each arrested on a charge of possession of marijuana more than 30 grams, the report said.

And you thought it was bad when your toddler found that you keep your sex-toys in the second drawer of the night stand, during the 50th wedding anniversary party for grandma and grandpa you were hosting. Bet, those kids will not get a lot for Christmas, but it does go to show that if you have a pound of weed, you probably shouldn’t piss off your kids after they had that DARE program at school.

Your Bill for the Day:
"The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,
Burn'd on the water." --From Antony and Cleopatra (II, ii, 193-194)

Your Thought for the Day:
To put your life in danger from time to time... breeds a saneness in dealing with day-to-day trivialities. -- Nevil Shute

On the Mend in many Ways: I remain,

JQP