If I was served this delectable dish, would I be able to take a bite? Where would I start if I had to eat it out of respect for my host or to get that big order from a customer?
Not the nose. I hear the cheeks have very delicious meat. The brain is considered a delicacy.
Nothing that is smiling up at me is something that I can eat.
(This is a picture of the actual meal that was served to a sales manager from the company I work for while at a sales conference)
I took this photo in the parking lot at work the other day. The car belongs to a guy working as a contract employee. When I asked him about the plates, he explained that his last name is Long and when he filled out the application for vanity plates, he jokingly put “Schlong” down as one of the five choices, thinking the censors would just laugh at it. It was the one they gave to him. He has had soccer moms pull up next to him and, while leaning across their 12 year old daughter, stick her finger in and out of her cheek. The guy has a lot of stories. It’s no wonder that his wife will not drive the car.
My longtime friend and companion, Redbird, is still in custody and travelling the world with his many captors. Recently he visited Montreal (pictures to follow) and this past weekend, he enjoyed the Mabel Hesper Steam Engine Days celebration in Mabel, Minnesota. Word is that he may have had some wild times with the festival queens. My friend is a Redstud.
If I didn’t want to risk damaging a nice Burner Superfast driver by knocking my hardheaded son over the noggin, I might have just done it. This picture was taken May 11 at my company’s annual golf outing, our foursome, and I was the proud recipient of the award for the longest drive.
Proud, that is, until my wonderful 13 year old announced “Dad cheated” as I received the award at the banquet that followed the golfing. He meant it.
It’s wonderful being the father of a teenage boy.
I get paid for the sick time I don’t take, as a bonus. This year’s bonus check bought me a nice little prize — a 2012 Specialized Hardrock mountain bike. While it’s not top of the line, it’s definitely better than the heavy old Trek I was riding. And it was cheap. A guy bought it last summer thinking he wanted to ride off road. He has been on the bike twice, on crushed limestone.
Now if this stinking foot will heal so I can ride it!