
My poor mom gets the short end of the birthday blog stick since she shares a birthday with Adam (February 8). Adam says he doubts she feels too bad about that because it is such an honor for her to share a birthday with him. What a guy!
During a grocery trip this evening to Fareway, I was almost ensnared by the alluring siren song of a package of corn dogs in the end-cap freezer of the last aisle before checkout. As we walked by I couldn't help but say the words aloud.
"Corrrrrrrrrrn doggggggggggs. Mmmm."
My shopping cart momentum was carrying me forward, however, and I fought off the impulse buy.
Our second stop was a gas station to get a fountain soda, and my subconscious mind was already at work, directing me to choose the gas station known for keeping corn dogs on it's dog-roller-cooker-device (those devices are quite ingenious by the way, perfectly cooking hot dogs, taquitos, or any other cylindrical foods, from every possible rotation). Unfortunately, I was ultimately defeated in my subconcious quest for a corn dog, as the roller tray was empty!
Upon returning home, I went with the next logical craving, and made myself some cappuccino, using our Mocha Master mixer/warmer/frother for the first time (another great device). In this picture you see my tasty drink, enhanced by its presentation in my most prized office possession from our time in DC, the FBI mug. Behold.
Motivation is a great thing. Sometimes you can conjure it up on your own, and sometimes it helps to have an external force. Today our external force was cousin Deb. She made the trip over from Marshalltown this morning and we spent the day using her tools, expertise, and labor to help get the sod up in the backyard for our plant bed.
We were all surprised when we wrapped up around 7pm and had gotten all the sod removed! We got an energy boost at lunch thanks to Hickory Park take out, and I threw in a nap for good measure during the afternoon--hey, I played a 3 set tennis match at 9am, ok? I was also quite tired out from being on wasp-spraying-and-smashing duty for much of the morning...
So a big thanks to Deb for her help and motivational influence!
As a side note, adding "2: Electric Boogaloo" to anything (like a previous blog post title) is a good way to reuse it in a new and interesting way.
This past winter we were excited about seeing Brandi Carlile at the Hoyt Sherman in Des Moines. We first saw her open for the band Train in DC a few years ago, and she's one of the few opening acts I've seen that I ended up more interested in than the headliner. We bought our tickets well ahead of time and were set to go, when a big ol' Iowa freezing rainstorm hit, and we decided it was probably in our best interest to not jump on the interstate that night. I had hoped she would come through central Iowa sometime in the future when we could try to go again.
To my surprise, we didn't have to wait a year or two, but only about 6 months, and this time she came to us. She and her band stopped in town tonight to play at the Ames Auditorium of all places, a smallish theater in a municipal building downtown. It was a great show, the audience was really into it, and Brandi and the band seemed to feed off the energy. She comes across as a very genuine person and performer while on stage, which has to be challenging as a touring artist. She said they changed the setlist from the Des Moines show to add a little variety, and she also checked a YouTube video of the Des Moines performance to make sure she wore different clothes tonight.
The encore was a treat, and started off with an awesome solo performance by the band's cello player, in which he used a looping pedal to build layers of his playing, until it sounded like a cello quintet was playing together. Throw in some covers of Fleetwood Mac, Johnny Cash, and Tammy Wynette, and we had ourselves a good night. She said she'd definitely be back to Ames again, and we hope she follows through on that promise.
So what's this picture go to do with anything? I have no idea. We were walking around downtown before the concert and came across this hitching post in someone's front yard. Looks kind of historical. Brandi Carlile's music has a little bit of an old school country twang to it, and horses are often featured in country music and western movies, so I think that is a good enough tie in.
TacoTime may be a chain restaurant, but we'll always associate it with Ames since this was the first city we ever saw one in. And their slogan is as truthful as any out there: Anytime is TacoTime!
We decided to support their claim by making a taco run at roughly 8:45pm tonight as a reward for getting a jog in. You know, no pain, no gain. Or something along those lines...
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2010-07-30 RAGBRAI XXXVIII |
In human years, my desktop is getting on enough that I should be looking for a nice retirement home to put it in where they'll blow the dust out of the drive bays once a week, help get it into sleep mode each night, and scan it for viruses hourly. It should come as no surprise that a few days ago the power supply (pictured here) just gave up and conked out.
It may have had something to do with the memory upgrade I was attempting to install (for a total of 2GB baby! XP's gonna scream) which I apparently only got partially seated before turning the power back on. While I didn't notice any Magic Smoke leaving the motherboard, the scent of something burning coming from the power supply led to my hunch that turning it off was probably the appropriate course of action. Subsequent efforts to revive the system failed, and tonight I took advantage of our trip to Ankeny for dinner (where the restaurants are not closed due to flood-related water shortages) to pick up a reputable brand of replacement power supply from Best Buy.
As you can see from the mysterious blue lights in the background of the picture, my desktop is back up and running. Who knows, maybe I'll get another seven years out of it!
The aftermath of the flood continues. The city is working on efforts to restore water to the water towers that totally or partially drained yesterday, and as part of that effort the city asked restaurants to voluntarily close today. We made it to El Azteca for lunch today with 40 minutes to spare before they closed early, and had taco/enchilada/flauta combinations (Amy had "pollo" and I had "cow meat", as our waiter put it). Then we walked over to The Cafe out of curiosity to see if they were still open. As you can see from the sign, they were not.
We took a quick drive around town this evening and were happy to see that Hickory Park seemed to be unaffected and open for business. Even WalMart on South Duff was open, just a day after 30 employees had to be rescued from the flooding via city dump truck!
One of my favorite parts of each workday is lunch. I especially take pride in the careful composition of each layer of my daily sandwich, and now that fresh tomatoes from our backyard are plentiful, I've been going the extra mile to add a BLT layer on top of the typical lunch meats.
Mmmm, a tasty work of art!
We completed the second and final part of our hosta-planting activities today by putting down a layer of cedar mulch. Mind you, this was not just any old cedar mulch. Oh no, this was Lowe's premium cedar mulch. The best kind there is.
I think our plants just look happier, knowing they are surrounded by the best chopped up bits of dead tree possible.
Plants in the groundOr something like that. The third line is a little bit of a stretch with some extra syllables squeezed in, but it and this picture captures the fact that we have finally gotten all of the hostas from my cousin Deb in the ground. It only took 10 plastic storage containers to hold the old crappy dirt we scooped out and 14 bags of Miracle Gro Garden Soil to replace the old crappy dirt.
Plants in the ground
Not looking like some fools with our plants in the ground
We are happy to report this evening that Amy's ability to hold a fork properly has returned! As you may recall, her wrists and fingers were not functioning the best after the wear and tear they took during RAGBRAI, but as documented in this photo from El Azteca (our local Mexican restaurant, woohoo!) she is now able to manipulate a fork in a manner more becoming of an adult and less like a 3 year old.
And that's not all! She can also almost completely cross her fingers and is close to making the Spock symbol.
You know, this one:
With our bike ride across Iowa, and all the preparation that went into it, complete for the summer, we now get to focus on more everyday concerns. For example, how much would it cost to pour concrete throughout our yard in place of the current mixture of grass and weeds?
And would this violate our covenants in any way?
If we decide to continue with a green yard, then perhaps it is time to visit Walmart and check out the weed-killer section. After mowing the yard last Sunday, these weeds grew back up to about twice the height of the grass by Tuesday.
Amy has a new favorite shirt. It is based on her favorite animation from the Internet. It features a portly fellow in a confident stroll with a thought bubble containing the phrase "Haters Gonna Hate."
For those unfamiliar with the phrase, it means something along the lines of, "people are people, everybody dislikes stuff, don't get worked up when people don't like the stuff you like (or don't like you), and don't waste too much time trying to get those people to change their minds."
Now you can see the elegant simplicity and rhythmic appeal of the much shorter "Haters Gonna Hate." Just a motto to make those difficult days and people a little easier to deal with.
And that guy is just a funny looking guy.
Here's the original animated version. Notice how he firmly plants each foot in his stride, reinforcing the soundness of his philosophy.