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- I figured out how to read the gas gage today! -

Such a simple task for some folk but for me this is a phenomenal task!

The Minivan's gas gauge doesn't work. Under normal circumstances we fill it up every friday. However last firday we filled it up then drove to a store a hour and a half away and back. Then on top of that we drove to base over 7 times. So the van was empty before we left. On the way to base the engine started sputtering. Michelle limped it 5 miles to the gas station. She was very concerned but she did a great job.

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Your blog is seriously among the best! short and sweet

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- I have turkeys in the bathtub -

Turkeys take 5 hours per pound to defrost in the refrigerator. We took our turkeys out 4 days ago and put them in the fridge. Wednesday they were not thawed, so Michelle put them in cold water.

Today the turkeys are thawed and waiting to get dropped in 350 degree peanut oil. Too bad my parakeet couldn't joint them....

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- I miss my Goldwing -

Just another day in paradise. Cathlynn got up too early and demanded breakfast and to watch "Cars". Who am I to tell her no?

As I was watching Cars I noticed that there were no motorcycles. Could this be because cars are afraid of motorcycles? After all the only real benefits a car has over a motorcycle are temperature control and you are a little safer. There were Mac trucks, Harrier jets, hot air balloons and even a biplane in the show, but no motorcycle. Could it be because motorcycles get roughly double the gas mileage, are fun to drive, and give you a real sense of freedom you don’t experience in a car? There is a road the protagonist and his lady car go on that I thought to myself would be so much fun on my Goldwing.

I miss my Goldwing.

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...but right you are, no bikes in Cars. It's a conspiracy! I suppose that the animators just didn't want to have to draw the kickstand coming down every time the motorcycle came to a stop.

Just stumbled across your blog. Good reading!

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Josh, CJ and I are sitting here listening to Bones by Little Big Town while I am writing. Just as the song starts Josh gets really excited and exclaims "This is my song daddy!!"

"Did you sing this song Josh?" I ask

"Yep!! I love this song!"

So now I am wondering what kind of bones a 3 year old has in his closet. If he were a little older I might think that he has dead insect bones in his closet. If he were even older I think there might be more in that closet.

But now that the song is over he no longer likes it. He is now more interested in the teddy grahams mommy just gave him.

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I AM THE CRAZY ONE

I cant take credit for this blog. One of the motorcycle websites I am a member of had a thread about your Significant Other driving you nuts. <edit> This is a copy of my Myspace blog <edit> But in our relationship I am the crazy one.


My wife is looking at the laptop computer right now laughing so loud that I think she might be having a psychotic episode waving her hands round like she is plugged into the wall. But I am the crazy one.

She drives "The Minivan of DEATH" everywhere she goes. It has spiders waiting to jump out of the air ducts, lights that wont turn off, and some lights that refuse to come on. But I am the crazy one.

No really I am the crazy one. I subject myself to the most inhumane toucher known to man. WORK - the other four letter word. See I AM the crazy one!

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So who wants a hard one??

One of my jobs is to evaluate all incoming computer service requests and then to route them to one of my four technicians. At the time of this occurrence my technicians were 3 male and one female. My normal process is to stand up and advertise the issue to my techs. Usually one of the techs volunteers to handle the problem after I announce it.

Early one afternoon we received a request to have a very baffling computer issue resolved. Looking at the ticket I realized the difficulty of the request, stood up and asked

"Ok who wants a hard one?" Of course in my mind I was simply referencing the difficulty of the latest comuter support request. But in the minds o my people things were a little different.

Lets look at this from the techs perspective. You are sitting down after a nice large lunch getting ready to surf the web for a hour to let lunch digest when your boss announces "Who wants a hard one?" How do you handle that? Do you pretend you didn't hear it? Do you politely point out the social fopah that just occurred? Or do you laugh uncontrollably while the boss struggles to figure out why?

My people decided to laugh. Espically the one female. She declaired that "Heck I want a hard one! I havent had a hard one in Months!!"



I don't like them anymore.

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SUBJECT: JIM I need your two ball bag!

My wife is in a bowling league with friends of ours here in Germany. On Saturday mornings the kids get together and have their own bowling league. One of the people who my wife bowls with also coaches the kids bowling league. The coach’s name is “Jim”. Apparently my wife was complaining how many balls we have to haul around and Jim mentioned that we could have his old, two bowling ball carrier that has wheels.

I was unaware of this though.

So this afternoon I am on the phone with Jim when my wife yells at him through the phone

“Jim I need your two ball bag!”

This bowling stuff is going to be the death of me.

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So we are loading a server onto the back of a flat bed pickup truck. I was "supervising" while two airmen were lifting the dead piece of comptuer hardware onto the back of a truck.

John was stacking the servers on the back of the truck knew about the previous "who wants a hard one" saying.

So the airmen are loading the 75 pound server on the truck with John telling them where it goes when I say "Lift that hard one up there, and make sure you get it in the hole." The hole I was refering to was a spot between four other server that this one would fit into nicely.

John started laughing histarically and asked "Does that go along with 'Who Wants A Hard One?'".

I dont like him anymore