I bought a salmon today for less than $8. Yes, a whole salmon (minus head and guts). Was it worth going to the Super Wal-Mart? I’m not sure. You might get robbed, you might get shot And that’s just in the Wal-Mart parking lot As I pawed through the freezer, trying to find the smallest salmon I could (I was afraid it wouldn’t fit in our freezer), a little boy came up and tugged at my coat. “Excuse me, excuse me…” I turned and gave him my attention. His dark brown hair was cut in a buzz, and his front…
So we’ve been a bit lazy about updating this thing lately. Now that I’ve actually got stuff to write about, I’m too tired to bother. On Thursday, due to lack of students, I was able to leave work early enough to get home before the UPS man. Only, once I checked the tracking information, I discovered that my second day air package was scheduled to be delivered the third day. Wonderful. I officially hate UPS. They have failed to deliver a single thing on time for months. I told the UPS man that I would likely be at work tomorrow…
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Here’s this year’s second annual Nachzen Letter: Yes, it’s that time of year again… The Best of 2005 Nachzen Letter The big news this year is that we’re in Colorado! But we suppose we should explain… The beginning of 2005 saw Berck becoming increasingly exasperated with his flight school in Norman, Oklahoma, as a combination of inclement weather and broken planes kept delaying his completion month after month…turns out there’s a reason it’s the cheapest flight school in the country. In the meantime, Joanna was still plodding away at her warehouse job. The hours were still too long and the…
Berck and I were switching out the master brake cylinder on the Miata today and had to run to the auto parts store for a wrap-around wrench. I noticed a pick-up truck parked across the street with its reverse lights on. Inside a man in his twenties or thirties was staring at the daycare center next door to our building. I thought that was weird and wondered what he was up to. Then I thought I’ve been watching too much Veronica Mars. When we returned, the pick-up was still there. A couple of Mexicans are putting together a new playground…