My name is Bean and this is my blog. Hence the name. If you have comments or questions, just leave them in the comments area.
Ocean City was fun. Here's a album of the pictures we took. There really aren't very many considering we were there for 7 days and nights, but we were busy playing pac-man and getting sunburnt.
Some things to look for in the pics:
Picked up a corncob pipe and some top-notch pipe tabacky yesterday at the local smoke shop. My dad used to (and may still) have a pipe set, and I have fond memories of the wonderfully fragrant tobacco he kept with it. Ever since I started smoking Backwoods cigars (which smell a lot like pipe tobacco) a few years ago, I've wanted to rekindle the flame, so to speak, and try a pipe. So I did. And it is good. The end.
Posted June 22, 2006 at 08:12:31 PM by Bean
I am in a bad motherfucking mood. Ever since vacation, nothing has been going right.
First off, I came back into a shitstorm of stuff to do at work. I knew this was coming, but it's stressful nonetheless. I had a grand total of 8 days (4 left) to create an application from scratch that is capable of managing a brand new aspect of our company. Did I mention that there are absolutely no design specs for this project, and that the requirements are still not defined? Luckily, I like my job, I like my coworkers, and I like a challenge.
Then, a few nights ago, we got a letter from our condo landlords from vacation saying that they were keeping our $300 security deposit because the condo was "extremely dirty" (this is an outright lie), somebody put liquid dishsoap in the dishwasher (Stutz, I'm looking your way), and their cheap folding door that hid the washer and dryer was "broken beyond repair" (not true). Great.
Yesterday, I came home to an 85 degree house. The thermostat was dead... no power coming to it. No AC on the hottest day of the year (so far). We couldn't get anyone to come out that late, so we had to sweat it out until today. Someone finally came and replaced the transformer in the furnace to the tune of $110 for 30 minutes of work. He was supposed to be here first thing in the morning... which turned out to equal 1pm and a wasted day for Stef (she had to wait for him).
Last night, my GameCube finally quit working. No more MarioKart for me.
Today, I went Churchil Downs and bet on every single race. I did not win even once. $BEAN-=50.
This evening, I got the escrow statement from our bank showing our newly-assessed taxes. Simply put, due to poor planning and mistakes (on my part), our monthly mortgage payment is going from $750 to $1250. That is not a typo.
And our kitchen light bulb burnt out. Goddammit goddammit goddammit goddammit goddammit goddammit goddammit! I think I may explode.
Haven't plugged a plug in a while, so here you go: Nutty Bar's are the bomb. Here are the reasons why:
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This is 2 scoops of Edy's Slow Churned Light Fudge Tracks, topped with a broken Nutty Bar and a drizzle of Hershey's Chocolate Syrup. DELISH!
An Exhausting Weekend
Posted June 05, 2006 at 02:45:22 PM by Bean
Last weekend turned out to be fairly hectic. Here's the lo-down:
Friday night, Stef's friends Matt and Jen came in town. We conversed and whatnot until about 1am, and then retired to bed. Stef and I got up at 7am Saturday to go run a 5k. We got back around 9am and ate breakfast. Stef's other friends Geoff and Jessica showed up around 11:30 and we all headed out for lunch and shopping at on Frankfurt Ave. in Louisville. Around 3, I headed home to ron day voo with Alex while they headed to the Falls of the Ohio Fossil Beds. Alex is our intern this summer, and he's also living in our spare bedroom. Anyway, I got a call from him right when I got home - his car had died on the interstate off-ramp. I hopped back in the car, drove to my dads, got him and his truck, and we towed his car to my dad's garage. We took out the old battery, swapped in a new one, and headed home. Got there at about 5. Left at 6 to attend Andy Barkley's bachelor party (good tims!). Got back at 6am. Woke up at 10 to hang out with Jeff and Jessica for a few minutes before they left and we headed out to Stef's company picnic. Got home around 4pm Sunday and WENT THE FUCK TO BED. Woke up in time for dinner, some FOX TV, and a few games of MarioKart. Retired to bed around 9:30 and slept like a rock. The end.
NDE = Near Death Experience
I was driving on a two-lane, one-way street in downtown New Albany shortly after I got my license. The road split in two to go around a monument or something, so I was kinda racing the people in the other lanes. A block or two after the merge, I notice a truck in the other lane slowing down to a stop and smiled, knowing I was still in my own lane and would not be affected by his strange stopping manuver. As I zipped past the truck (which was now at a complete stop), I heard something and felt a bump in the road. I looked in my rearview mirror to see what I had run over, but all I could see was train. I had run over the tracks right in front of a fucking train. It must have been really close, because I looked back pretty much right after the bump, and that train was already there looking right back at me.
I think someone was with me in the vehicle, and based on the timeframe, it was probably either Big Willis or JCTMH. Either of you remember this?
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