Sauce On Side!

I came across an interesting pearl of wisdom just the other day.  We were travelling on business and one day for lunch, our client suggested a good local Chinese restaurant.  We get our drinks, order food, and chit chat.  

Well, the gentleman across from me ordered his plate of food with the soy glaze sauce on the side.  This way, he could dip his beef strips into the sauce as opposed to the meat drowning in it on his plate.  Since this was the last plate out and everyone was waiting before eating, the waiter had the whole table's attention.  I guess he felt the need to address everyone.  it went something like this:

"YOU SEE?  YOU LIVE LONG TIME, HAVE SAUCE ON SIDE!  LIKE GRANDMA, SAUCE ON SIDE!"

We kept our composure at the lunch table, but died laughing about it later.  The waiter was just so enthusiastic and sincere . . . and fit into the stereotype so perfectly.  The joke became an examination of life advice from different professionals.  Think about it.  If you ask your regular doctor how to live a long healthy life, what do they say?  Diet and exercise.  Right?  Just recently, there was a woman in Georgia who turned 116 years old.  They asked her for advice on long living and she replied that the never eats junk food and that she minds her own business.

But if you ask the Chinese restaurant waiter how to live a long, healthy life?

"SAUCE ON SIDE!  LIKE GRANDMA!  SAUCE ON SIDE!"

Raking Up the Past

First off... It has been so very long since writing a post.  Glad to be back!

I had a very revealing chore to do the other day: raking.  Let me explain.   When my wife and I moved into our house, the yard was in bad shape.  Not only was it not kept up during the time the home was vacant, it was also abused by the previous owner.  Anyway, I finally got around to chopping down the forest that erupted from the bushes in the front yard and then had to rake all the branches and leaves and junk out from under and around them.  I was expecting to find leaves, branches, weeds, maybe some bugs... but I got way more.  I had already painted a picture in my head of what kind of people the previous owners were, but with every dirty old knick-knack I pulled out from the bushes, I grew more and more confused.  Among the refuse, I found:

Hot Wheels Car
Beer Bottle Lid and partially broken bottle attached
Margarita mix pouch
Nerf Gun ammunition
7 foot aluminum pole
Small decorative american flag
Chop sticks
Crushed beer can
Twinkie wrapper
Light bulb
Dog chew toy (still squeaky)

I get the margarita mix and beer cans, they liked to drink and had no problem throwing their garbage into the bushes.  They probably had kids and a dog, hence the toys.  They were obviously very American, what with the twinkies and take-out chopsticks.  But the pole?  Why in the heck was there a big metal pole laying down behind the bushes?  Well, since I know the previous owners weren't firemen, all I can assume is that they were beer-loving-margarita-sloughing-Chinese-take-out-loving-dog-caring-Twinkie-scarfing-patriotic-parents who ran a strip club out of their house. . . . or something like that.

That's the best I can guess.  :)  Anyone have any other ideas?

Keep Cool

You know . . .

AC repair isn't that expensive.  

I rocked 2-60 air conditioning in my first car for years and my car actually did pass state inspection.