(insert Taco Bell joke here)

It’s not too often these days when you see something you have never seen before.  I suppose technically you could make a case that every day you see something you’ve never seen before, but that’s not what I’m talking about.  Today I saw this on a red Mustang on my way to work.  I couldn’t see who was driving, but I imagine it was a Mexican.  Then I tried to figure out why they would be here.  Headed to the Fiat/Chrysler whatever-they-are HQ?  Not in a Mustang.  Vacationing?  In Auburn Hills?  Unlikely.  Then I stopped thinking about it because I realized I didn’t really care.

However, some Googling showed that the Mexican state of Chihuahua is about 2,000 miles from here.  There are only about 3.5 million people living there, so I guess it makes sense that I’ve easily seen more plates from Arizona and California than there, but I’ve also seen many more from New Mexico and there are fewer people living there than in Chihuahua.  Heck, <back during the apartment days I saw a plate from Guam (with a population of less than 200,000 and 7,500 miles away), so now I’ve seen as many Mexican plates here as I’ve seen Guam plates.  Very bizarre.

Aaaaand now I want a taco.

I Guess I’m Not Done After All

We had some free time today with nothing planned, so I figured this would be a good time to finish up a couple of projects in our bathroom.  A while back Claire pulled the towel rack off the wall although it was already patched, I waited to do any painting because the drywallers from the home warranty were going to fix a crack where the wall above the bathroom sinks and the ceiling meet.  Then, I wanted to wait until that set to see if it would crack again, blah blah blah and here we are.

So I painted both patch jobs and since the crack repair was near the ceiling, I taped it off to avoid making a bigger mess than what I started with.  If only that were the case.

After everything had dried, I removed the tape on the ceiling and it started to pull all the paint off the wall.  I mean all of it, including the primer so I could see bare drywall.  Even though the paint was dry, the light bulbs above the mirror must have softened the paint to where it didn’t release from the tape, and off it came.  I managed to stop it before it got too bad, but I probably have a 1″ by 3″ spot to fix.  Well, you learn something new every day.

Next time I’ll do it in the dark.

Italian For A Day

Today there was a family gathering on the in-law’s side at the Italian Festival….errr, sorry, the Festa Italiana at Freedom Hill.  I had never been to the Festa Italiana before but there is a chance I’ve been to a German or Polish one in the past.  Apparently neither was memorable because if I did go I have no recollection of it whatsoever, but I’m guessing those festivals are the same as this one.  There are a lot of people sitting under the shelter staring at the stage, a lot of people talking, and people eating.  And that’s about it.  There was a weird bounce house area and other “festival food” like elephant ears and stuff mixed in.  And there you go.  If you’ve never been, that’s what you can expect.

We also might have found out officially what nationalities Claire and Luke are.  There is some uncertainty on the mother-in-law side as to what percentages are, but assuming it is a 50/50 split the kids are:

German: 3/8
Polish: 1/4Italian: 1/4
English: 1/8

Why is this relevant?  Well, it’s not really, except if the kids have an affinity for the stereotypical tea and crumpets, we know why.  And we also know what ethnic festivals we are allowed to attend going forward.

Hmmm, I think I’ll stick with the Italian one.

Random Picture – Vol. 4

We had a block party of sorts at the neighbors, and rather than divulge all of their deep, dark, personal secrets, I figured we’d go the random picture route. So here we go!

Here is Claire, circa September 2009.  She was just relaxing with some water (as much as an almost two-year-old can) at the cottage, which is probably Claire’s and Luke’s (and Bella’s) favorite place on Earth.  It might have something to do with the golf carts, and/or Chrissy’s Aunt who owns the cottage, or the fact that they can basically do whatever they want for the duration of the trip.  It looks like our first trip up there might be at the end of the month and we haven’t told them about it because it would be day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day after day of them asking if we were going to the cottage.

I’d prefer to avoid that if we could.

Stupid Brain

You’ve all been there.  Here you are, sleeping, in the middle of some dream, then right when you get to the whole point of the dream, BLERP, you wake up.

Sales Guy: “Sir, here are the keys to your shiny, new Ferrari.”
Me: “Awesome!  Let’s fire this thing… BLERP!”

Commentator: “All he needs is to sink this snaking, 26-foot putt for eagle and we have a new U.S Open champion.  It’s away, it better hurry!”
Gallery: “GET IN THE HOLE!”  The crowd tenses as the ball approaches the hole!  BLERP!
Instructor, yelling, wind whipping in his hair: “YOU READY FOR THIS?!  15,000 FEET TO THE BOTTOM, MAN!
Me: “HELL YEAH!”
Instructor: “OK!  ON THREE.  1!   2!  BLERP!”

You get the idea.  It is awfully irritating and makes dreams no fun.  And of course, if you have one of those “can’t-get-away-from-the-fifty-zombies-in-the-middle-of-the-forest-fire” dreams, you can bet that one is going to last forever.  It still might get BLERPED at the end, but the effect isn’t really the same.

“They” say this happens because even though your body is pretty much dormant when you are sleeping, your brain is still cranking away and if you…

BLERP.