Ohio Here We Come

K and I leave in a couple hours for a week-long vacation in Ohio. Mama and Papa D live there and it will mark my first official trip to the Mid-West.

Why the hell do they call it the Mid-West? There isn't anything west about that part of the country. Maybe Colorado or Utah would be worthy of such a title. But Ohio? Strange.

I hate flying. Well, I hate the day before flying. It makes me completely neurotic.

When I am eating dinner the night before a flight I can’t help but think, “Do I really want Doritos and a tuna sandwich to be my last meal?”

I run through a similar thought process for about every damn thing I do for 48 hours before my flight. Once I am on the flight a funny thing happens; I let it all go and somehow feel completely at ease. Is it the vodka? Is it the 40 valium?

Would you like some fresh ground...Salt?

Castagna did not like the review by Jim Dixon! They wrote a silly Letter To The Editor and basically responded like a spoiled step-child. I ate there once and it was nothing special - expensive, predictable, and full of pod-people.

Jim is a good guy and knows his food. Looks like Castagna ran with the opportunity to look like idiots!

Always Doing

Another weekend working on the house. K did a bunch of house cleaning (she loves the Shop-Vac) and I did yard work and painted a built-in. Good times!

Sauteed or Baked?

A brand new ceramic-top stove was delivered today by Sears!

New Appliance Alert! New Appliance Alert!

Move It, Kid!

Our place of employment is moving this week to a temporary facility. Today was the first day and, if was any indication, the process is going to be a bit of a pain in the ass. For me it means a week full of hooking up computers and trouble-shooting network problems. K gets to help clients and try to keep them calm in the midst of major change. Urgh...looks like some long workdays are on the way.