I usually pull some sort of prank on WifeGeeding on April Fools day. Knowing that she works out at 5:00 AM on Mondays, I decided to place all her undergarments and sports bras in the freezer the night before with a riddle in her dresser drawer on where to find them.
I remember watching the final episode as a kid and how depressed I was knowing his character never found a way home. It was a weird feeling, still having some innocence as a youth and realizing not every story has a happy ending. I learned that lesson again when my class read Where The Red Fern Grows. Now that I think about it, I may have first experienced that feeling watching Old Yeller.
Easter is the most solemn of Christian observances, but it too is losing its religious significance. However, I do think Valley Ranch’s idea of an Easter egg hunt only for adults who have to use UV flashlights to find the eggs hidden throughout a park is pretty neat.
It’s April Fools’ Day. It used to be fun a handful of years ago when businesses starting to get into the act for the first time, but now that almost all of them do it, it’s become a bit prosaic.
BoN used to participate in April Fools’ Day. Two jokes I’ve tried to pull was writing a post which stated I was retiring the blog and I once redirected any visitor to BoN straight to FoxNews.com.
This is not a joke. A loyal reader sent me this article and I immediately signed up as a donor. I thought about it for one second and thought, how could I not? It’s one of the few things I’m uniquely qualified for.
I bet college basketball coaches have closer relationships with their players than college football coaches. In basketball, the squad is much smaller and because there are more games, they spend a lot of time together on road trips.
On Friday night we watched Alien as a family. I didn’t intend for everyone to watch it, I started it and it just happened to capture everyone’s attention and WifeGeeding allowed the kids to stay up past their bedtime.
This needs to be updated, but I like it better than the traditional brackets.
That’s DogGeedingII trying to get WifeGeeding’s attention.
When I hear someone say, “I’ll be more than happy to . . .”, I don’t believe them. However, if I hear, “Not a problem,” I do believe them, though I can’t stand the phrase. It makes me think I’m intruding or asking for something out of the ordinary.
I’m not a fan of being called “Boss” by any wait staff or customer service representative. As a rule, don’t call your customer any nickname.
When I was a busboy and then a waiter, I was instructed to never spray cleaning solution on the table but directly into my washcloth. Spraying on the table spreads a scent to those nearby which takes away from the food, and there’s a chance spray mist might land on nearby food or people. I was also taught to fold my washcloth into fourths. One side would be used for cleaning and the other for drying. When the cleaning side gets too dirty, I fold the washcloth to a clean side. Before being taught this technique, I went through a plethora of washcloths.
I saw some highlights of the high schoolers’ play earlier this week and failed to mention their creativity despite a lack of resources. But I’m glad to see Ridley Scott is recognizing them and this part of his letter really stood out to me. Sometimes, less is definitely more.
Limitations often produce the best results because imagination and determination can surpass any shortfalls and determine the way forward – ALWAYS.
Yesterday was the 50th anniversary of Eisenhower’s death. Here are some interesting tidbits about his burial:
Casket – $80 Government Issue requested by Eisenhower. The only difference between his casket and those furnished for any soldier buried by the Army is an inner glass seal that cost an extra $115. It was lined with tailored eggshell crepe.
General Dwight D. Eisenhower was buried in his World War II uniform. It consists of “pink” trousers and the green “Ike” jacket that he made famous. Although he was one of the most decorated military men in history, his uniform had only the following medals: Army Distinguished Service Medal with three oak leaf clusters, Navy Distinguished Service Medal, and the Legion of Merit.
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I know Whataburger was founded in Corpus Christi, but I’m willing to bet there are more Whataburgers in Corpus than there are Starbucks in Seattle.
I visited a Chick-fil-A which uses a trash compactor for all customers to dump their trash into. It was a bit high-tech with an LCD screen. I’m assuming that it was built with certain safety standards so no one gets any body part crushed. Personally, I think all restaurants should have something like this. But then again, I’m also the guy who thinks a sink should be next to each trash bin so customers can empty their ice and drinks before tossing it in the trash. When you worked in the food industry, you know how much it sucks carrying a trash bag with liquid inside it, praying it doesn’t rip or tear.
I have zero interesting in watching the new Dumbo movie. While I’m more macabre than the average person, I find Tim Burton’s work too dark. I also have never seen the cartoon, which I think is odd since I have two kids.
You inadvertently teach people how to treat you when as you tolerate things.
On March 22, 2018, I was rushed to the hospital for life-saving surgery. Due to complications with the procedure, I didn’t regain full, coherent consciousness until the second week in April. For three weeks I was stuck inside my own mind, subject to a seemingly unending series of dreams. Dreams covering on a variety of themes, some light and hopeful, others dark and dismal. I dreamed the end of my life over and over. I was a hero and a villain.
