An Equinox followed me in to work today. It wasn't you.
Plzeňský Prazdroj is a brewery in Pilsen, Czech Republic, birthplace of the Pilsener Lager. Plzeňský Prazdroj can be roughly translated into English as "The Fountain of Plzeň" or more precisely "Ye Olde Pilsner Springs." To you and me, that means 'drink Pilsner Urquell if your looking for a fantastic beer.' I drank Pilsner Urquell just a couple of times in Germany. When I came stateside, I recalled it being somewhat bitter, so avoided it for the always readily available Warsteiner. This past weekend, I was at my 4th stop looking for a 5-litre gravity-fed mini-keg of Warsteiner when the wife rang. She was getting impatient. Fine. I looked over my choices and chose Pislner Urquell. I haven't had any since 1991. IT WAS FANTASTIC! My my my, I sure love good beer. They invented the Pilsner. What's not to like?
It's Christmas-time in Hollis, Queens. Mom's cookin' chicken and collar'd greens.
Here's Wendy competing at the World Poker Tour last year. Hooray Wendy!
Now that I'm off travel-status and my Missouri State taxes have kicked in, I've noticed a couple of things. First, State taxes (which I have never before paid) exceed the amount of the raise I received to come to St. Louis, which means I'm actually bringing home less than I was in Texas, prior to my raise. The good news, is that during the relocation, I manged to lower my house payment by half. The bad news is that state taxes make up the other half of that house payment.
Have you ever felt like you're not in control of your life?
I'm wearing a pink tie today. My daughter has wanted me to find a pink princess tie. In that endeavor, I was unsuccessful. Funny enough, I still have a bright-pink paisley tie I haven't worn since the 80's. Wore it in today. Yeah, I'm getting funny loooks. But probably only as many as if I were wearing the 'Spongebob Nerdypants' tie I wore last month for my boy.
I pulled into Jack-In-The-Box for a salad yesterday and saw an old, busted-assed dark blue Ford Ranger and had a pang of longing. Half a second later, I realized it was Texas I was missing. Dave Robertson and I would take turns driving to Jack-In-The-Box and we often took his old, busted-assed dark blue Ford Ranger. Hi Dave! Hi Karyn!
Another day, another conference call.
What are you talking about? Look at yourself. You're nothing. You're nobody. You're wanted in connection with a violent crime. You're cleaning the floor of a diner. She is an intelligent, passionate, beautiful, rich woman. The issue of whether or not she's your type is not one that you're likely to have to resolve in this world... or, indeed, the next, since she will be going to some heaven for glamorous p***y, and you will be cleaning the floor of a diner in hell.