Saturday, November 30, 2013

Please, Mister Postman.

The long, stupid saga of our neighbors kicking us off of their mailbox post that we've shared for nearly forty years (because they're still mad that Romney lost the election last year, because, sure, that seems reasonable) came to an end when my father constructed a new mailbox for us on "our" side of the road and posted this notice for the mailman. 

November 12.

Dad might've gone a little overboard with the reflective tape, though.

Shiny and...reflective.

I jumped the gun the other day.

The true test of whether it's the holiday season or not isn't really the Nachos Navidad commercial: it's this. 

And now that I've seen it, it's officially Christmastime.

Police blotter.

Wednesday, 3:51 P.M.: Caller reports older boys cussing up a storm at 3rd & Vaughn.

Thursday, 5:46 P.M.:  911 caller reported a female and a male banging on his door with a stick, making crazy accusations.

Saturday, 5:55 P.M.: Caller advised of a possible person or dog out on the ice. Update: turned out to be eagles on the ice munching on dead animal.

Sunday, 1:24 A.M.: Caller requested an officer to speak to his daughter who won't listen to him and is being mouthy.

What's making me happy this week.

My internet connection at home is pretty slow, so I wasn't able to take in as much of this as I would've liked; but still, how cool to see a TV tradition from my youth spring back to life from out of nowhere!

Friday, November 29, 2013

Here's to my first Black Friday off in seven years.

February 27.

Oh, memories.  Boring, time-standing-still memories of waiting for the phone to ring.

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

"Aaaand from Taco Joooooooohn's!"

It's not officially the holiday season until I hear the Taco John's version of "Feliz Navidad."  (Though I do question whether "the Mexican way" of having a happy holiday actually incorporates tortilla chips "piled high and topped with all kinds of delicious things.")


Saturday, November 23, 2013

Police blotter.

Sunday:  Caller from Highbridge reported 20 cows on the road.  The cows were last seen heading south.

Tuesday, 6:40 P.M.:  Caller reports hearing a teenaged male threaten to "kick ass in the next 15 minutes" if someone didn't leave his bread alone.

Wednesday, 3:25 P.M.:  Mother reports her 2 year-old got into her Honda Accord with the keys and locked herself in.

Thursday:  Caller stated that his wife just ran him over with her vehicle and there is something wrong with his hip and leg.  Caller stated that his wife had left the scene.

Saturday:  Town of Eileen caller reported that her pet pig has been missing since yesterday. The pig has no collar and is very friendly.

Saturday, 11:08 A.M.:  Driver reports two very small girls wearing pink jackets, approx. 5 years old, crossing at 6th Street and Ellis Avenue. Said they "high-fived" after they crossed because they appeared to be "happy they made it across."

Friday, November 15, 2013

What's making me happy this week.

This was on Key & Peele a few weeks ago, but I just remembered it today and it still made me laugh.


Tuesday, November 05, 2013

Half-formed observation.

I find it a little awkward when women post pictures of themselves on Facebook and their female friends rush to make comments like "gorgeous!" and "so beautiful!" and stuff like that.  Because you don't see guys doing that to each other -- I mean, when my brother posts a picture of himself posing with the Chorizo at a Brewers game, his buddies don't all write "so handsome!" or "dude, you're beautiful."

I mean, it's nice that people want to compliment each other, there's nothing wrong with that...but it just strikes me as a weird default setting to return to again and again.  It seems kind of...insecure.   Like we need constant reassurance that we look okay or something.

Or maybe I'm overthinking things, and I'm just a jerk who should work harder at gracefully giving/taking compliments. 

It could probably go either way.

What's making me happy this week.

There are many, many things to love about this, but my favorite is the eyepatch. And the bubble wrap. Sweet jesus.

I keep waiting for Leslie Knope to chime in.