Cindy & the Prole; School bullshit; BW3's; Fellowship Service Project
7/10
No specific details stick out on this one. Cindy. The Prole. Probably Dan and Kristin...
7/11
Um, I have "school bullshit" written down, which usually indicates that I'm pissed off about something, but I can't recall exactly what. The summer was frustrating in general because I was trying to deal with the many idosyncracies of several databases to put a data set together, many of which required me to bring in other databases. That's probably what I wanted to bitch about, but I'm not entirely sure...
7/13
I'd been craving some wings from BW3's. Boneless were on special, and we went with Caribbean jerk, honey barbecue, Asian zing, and mango habanero, along with some potato wedges, celery, and beer. The Caribbean jerk had that nice kick to it; the honey barbecue were tasty, the Asian zing suitably exotic, and the mango habanero wer wonderfully sweet and fruity but very spicey. Good stuff...
7/14
Back around the Fourth, an e-mail went out from the group that runs my fellowship that they were organizing a service project to serve lunch at the local Ronald McDonald House. Having been classically conditioned to feel guilt whenever such things came up at the prospect of turning them down, I went ahead and agreed. Plus, it never hurts to look good in front of the people that write the checks.
Thankfully, Lauren and Sonia were both going. I picked them up at school and then, after only a little trouble, we got to the House, and discovered that we made it there ahead of most of the rest of the crew. They soon showed up, food in tow. Apparently we were serving tacos/fajitas, etc. I wen to work in the kitchen and impressed everybody with my mad kitchen skillz.
It actually turned out to be fun. The kids were cute and appreciative. I was glad I did it.
Once we had cleaned the place up, I dropped the girls off and made my way to I45 north.
No specific details stick out on this one. Cindy. The Prole. Probably Dan and Kristin...
7/11
Um, I have "school bullshit" written down, which usually indicates that I'm pissed off about something, but I can't recall exactly what. The summer was frustrating in general because I was trying to deal with the many idosyncracies of several databases to put a data set together, many of which required me to bring in other databases. That's probably what I wanted to bitch about, but I'm not entirely sure...
7/13
I'd been craving some wings from BW3's. Boneless were on special, and we went with Caribbean jerk, honey barbecue, Asian zing, and mango habanero, along with some potato wedges, celery, and beer. The Caribbean jerk had that nice kick to it; the honey barbecue were tasty, the Asian zing suitably exotic, and the mango habanero wer wonderfully sweet and fruity but very spicey. Good stuff...
7/14
Back around the Fourth, an e-mail went out from the group that runs my fellowship that they were organizing a service project to serve lunch at the local Ronald McDonald House. Having been classically conditioned to feel guilt whenever such things came up at the prospect of turning them down, I went ahead and agreed. Plus, it never hurts to look good in front of the people that write the checks.
Thankfully, Lauren and Sonia were both going. I picked them up at school and then, after only a little trouble, we got to the House, and discovered that we made it there ahead of most of the rest of the crew. They soon showed up, food in tow. Apparently we were serving tacos/fajitas, etc. I wen to work in the kitchen and impressed everybody with my mad kitchen skillz.
It actually turned out to be fun. The kids were cute and appreciative. I was glad I did it.
Once we had cleaned the place up, I dropped the girls off and made my way to I45 north.
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posted by L. Maxwell Ward at 12:03 AM
