Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Monday, January 30, 2006
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Saturday, January 28, 2006
Friday, January 27, 2006
- Lightning strikes The Daily Rant over seven times every hour.
- There are 336 dimples on The Daily Rant.
- The Daily Rant is the only king without a moustache on the standard pack of cards.
- The Daily Rant will often rub up against people to lay her scent and mark her territory!
- The Daily Rant has only one weakness - the colour yellow.
- Abraham Lincoln, who invented The Daily Rant, was the only US president ever granted a patent.
- The Daily Rantocracy is government by The Daily Rant.
- You should always open The Daily Rant at least an hour before drinking her!
- The Daily Rant was the first Tsar of Russia.
- More people are killed by The Daily Rant each year than die in aeroplane accidents.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
2. The Matrix or anything associated with The Matrix
3. The Big Lebowski
5. Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure
6. Anything with John Candy, Chevy Chase, Jean-Claude Van Damme, Vin Diesel or Arnold (I keep hoping he will never "be back")
7. Anything Monty Python
8. Dumb and Dumber
9. The Evil Dead series
10. Anything Jurassic or Star Wars
And just as a side note: Why is it that men can't wash their face, shave or brush their teeth without getting water ALL over the sink, countertop and mirror???
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Ed typically wins every game (well, except for the one stroke of luck I had last night where I beat him by over 100 points!), which baffles me every time. He's not so much a wordsmith as he is a strategist. He eyes the board like a chess player; planning moves that will cripple his opponents while at the same time, rendering himself a high score.
The game started with just Ed and I burning up the board, but the past three nights we've drawn a crowd and several other people wanted to get in on the fun. As a result, we've been up until well past five in the morning, every night.
Tonight in one of our games, I had the ultimate coup de theatre; I made a word using all seven of my letters, giving me fifty points in addition to the sixteen my word garnered, pulling me out of my slump and getting me so far ahead of the pack, there was no winning for any of them.
My winning word, T-E-Q-U-I-L-A-S, can be seen at the top of the board.
This Scrabble marathon officially ended at 6:30 this morning when our newest player laid his last tile. Now it's time to catch a few hours sleep before we start all over again tomorrow. The Scrabble Fest will come to an end on Friday, after the company function is over and we all go back to work. We are heading to Canada next but won't soon forget the time we spent playing Scrabble 'till the wee hours of the morning in:
Sunday, January 22, 2006
After another second, sort of to myself but still out loud, I said, "I never thought I'd know someone named Bubba."
And then to myself I thought, I can't believe the name 'Bubba' just came out of my mouth.
I guess that's a result of dating someone from the South.
Saturday, January 21, 2006
I got a great new pair of sunglasses and we also picked up t-shirts, sweats, jeans and a new pair of running shoes for Eddie; Adidas.
On our way into the mall when we saw the Adidas sign, several times while we were shopping and once again on our way out, Eddie said, "All Day I Dream About Sex", while looking over at me and cracking a cheesy grin.
A.D.I.D.A.S = All Day I Dream About Sex
The only thing that came to my mind was, This is what it must feel like to go shopping with a fifth grader.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
That's one of the many things I love about being on the road; I often come across people from other parts of the world. I find other languages very interesting and when I hear a foreign tongue, I usually try to listen closer and see if I can guess where they're from. This was also true of this group, but for the life of me, I couldn't make out one word they said. Not one.
So I really made a point to listen closer, even looking over at them thinking if I focused on their mouths, I'd catch something in the coversation. Imagine my surprise when I realized they weren't speaking another language at all, they were speaking English!!!
I finally heard one guy in the group say something like, "Ah weynt to mah howse aynd trayhed to fihnd mah wihf but shay wuz owtsihd faydin' the chickens in the yard whiyl ah wuz insihd yaylin' mah fool haid off."
I must have looked puzzled because Ed was looking at me funny and said, "What?"
I said, "Oh, nothing. I just thought those people were from another country. I couldn't understand anything they said."
It only took me a minute to realize why it all sounded so alien to me.
We were in Georgia.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
It took a team of 30 painters and airbrush artists a total of 24 days to complete the massive mural, using 140 gallons of paint. They have affectionately named the jet the "Salmon-Thirty-Salmon."
See detailed pictures and read more about it on the Alaska Airlines website.
I guess if you miss this flight, it would definitely be considered the one that got away.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Why do you think the car manufacturers don't make a vehicle that can go a million miles? Hmmm? C'mon, I'm sure there is some guy out there who knows the answer to this.
Rock, care to take this one for me?
Monday, January 16, 2006
The vibration was so strong, that not only did it startle me, but I actually thought a large washing machine on the spin cycle flew into the side of my head without me noticing. While my ear was enjoying itself, I fumbled to answer the call.
I didn't realize the headset vibrated when a call came in; no one told me about that feature when I purchased it. Hmmm.
From now on, I think I'll be wearing the headset in my pants. Oh, and my number is 555-555-1212. Call as often as you'd like. wink wink
Sunday, January 15, 2006
'Ol One Eye is a lot luckier than he can ever know.
Saturday, January 14, 2006
And almost always, when I'm doing it, Eddie says "You're beautiful just the way you are, Baby, you don't need makeup."
I always say thanks, roll my eyes and continue what I was doing, even though now I feel a little rushed.
Do guys say this because they actually think we don't need makeup or because they don't want to wait for us to put it on? And doesn't he know that even if I were trapped in a burning building awaiting rescue, I'd make sure I had lipgloss on just in case the firefighter who came to get me was, for lack of a better descriptive word for my fireman rescue fantasy, HOT?
The other thing I've noticed lately, is Ed's desire to wean me of my Starbuck's habit. It's not a bad one, but every once in a while, I reaaallllly want one.
He usually says, "Why can't you just drink the coffee we have in the truck and put a lot of milk in it?"
What????? Doesn't he know it's not the same? They steam and froth and flavor and dollop. We can't dollop in the truck.
In fact, today he went as far as saying, "I'll tell you what. I'll buy a cappuccino machine for the truck, beige khaki's, a green shirt, black loafers and I'll stand behind the machine and take your order. How's that?"
I had to laugh at that image in my mind and the obvious naivete of Eddie's proposal. Does he not know that it's all about the Starbucks experience? Does he not know the complexity involved in frothing? And finally, does he not know what it takes to be a Barista?
Roll that rrrrrrrr.
Friday, January 13, 2006
My mother had the solenoid go on her car once. Since that time, all throughout my high school years, with or without boyfriends who possessed mechanical prowess, while living across the country and years into my adult life, every time something went wrong with the car, she would ask, "Did you check the solenoid?" or "Maybe it's the solenoid" or, taken from the annals of her infinite automotive industry and mechanical knowledge, she'd confidently declare, "I'll bet it's the solenoid." To this day, when my brother and I mention anything to each other about car problems, we like to imitate my mother by asking in her voice, "Are you sure it's not the solenoid?"
Just this week, Eddie and I have been in and out of the shop because we've been having some weird voltage spike in the truck. My laptop has been flickering (annnnnnoooyyying), the printer isn't working and the headlights seemed to be on the blink. The guys at the shop took the whole engine apart, removed and replaced the valve cover, checked the alternator, checked the wiring and found nothing. They thought it was fixed, but it was not, since we were still having the same problem.
Now had my mother been there, I'm sure she would have had them check the solenoid. I mean, seriously, what else could it possibly be? Hellooooo? Did no one think to check the solenoid???
Anyway, we went to another shop who checked things over again. Seems they found a problem with the alternator that the first guy missed and had to replace it. We also replaced the batteries - all four of them. So, $1000 plus later, the truck is running like new. Yay!
At least it wasn't the solenoid. I would hate to hear my mother say, "I told you so."
Thursday, January 12, 2006
When the cat jumped up and dipped her paw into the tin, following the sweet smell of ginger, my mother said to me, "I'll give you one only if you give it to the cat."
I see. Apparently, she is saving them for the cat.
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Anyone who goes downtown cannot miss being part of The Freemont Street Experience - a light show on a big screen with over 12 million lights and 550,000 watts of concert quality sound that stretches above Fremont Street from end to end. They have several different shows that run through the evening; everything from an animated alien attack to an amazing tribute to the red,white and blue. Do not miss this if you go to Vegas....it was around way before the dancing fountain show at the Bellagio.
We also got to see a little filming for CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, which is set in Las Vegas. In fact, Ed and I parked the truck in the same lot as the crew on this shoot. We didn't see any celebrities but we did get to see a few scene set-ups that were pretty cool. In this picture, they were filming in an alley right off of Fremont Street.
And of course, let's not forget the food. Downtown has some of the best deals in town. Buffets aside, we actually had a nice sit down meal consisting of a 12 oz. steak, baked potato and vegetable. All for $4.99!!
Of course, when you lose $200 at the craps tables, that $4.99 doesn't seem like much of a deal anymore, does it? In a place like this, in order to not get caught up in the frenzy and excitement of gambling, you really have to eat and run.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Monday, January 09, 2006
My Name: The Daily Rant
Childhood Ambition: Makeup Artist
Fondest Memory: Everything that happened in my life prior to age 11
Soundtrack: Must be a mix - R & B, Jazz, Frank Sinatra, Country and a little bit of classical thrown in for the classy factor
Retreat: Anywhere cold
Wildest Dream: To travel the world
Proudest Moment: When I make someone laugh
Biggest Challenge: People
Alarm Clock: When my bladder wakes me
Perfect Day: Sitting in a bookstore, reading magazines and sipping a latte
First Job: Bussing tables at my family restaurant
Indulgence: Expensive makeup
Last Purchase: A magazine for Eddie
Favorite Movie: Dirty Dancing, Dangerous Liasons, If Lucy Fell and Shawshank Redemption
Inspiration: My brother
My life: Exciting, ever changing, free, envied, challenging, almost perfect
My card: Credit = Bad, Cash = Good, but if my arm were twisted, American Express Platinum
Sunday, January 08, 2006
Saturday, January 07, 2006
Friday, January 06, 2006
Thursday, January 05, 2006
I'm not a big fan of Woodstock music or hippie-ism, but Max Yasgur's farm in Bethel, NY where the original Woodstock festival was held, is only 30 minutes from my summer house and is a beautiful drive where you can see some of the best parts of Sullivan County.
Billed as "3 Days of Peace and Music", Woodstock was a fairly good concept, but it is well documented that Sullivan County was not prepared for this kind of overtaking. Rather than the 40,000 attendees per day expected, there were half a million. The town did not want this festival to take place at all and it seemed that Max was in the minority by offering his farmland for use.
As excerpted from the Yasgur Farm website, "Yasgur asked each official if there were any legal stipulations within their respective departments that hadn't been met to accommodate the expected 40,000 people per day. When no reservations were raised, he addressed the entire meeting: "So the only objection to having a festival here is to keep longhairs out of town?" A murmur of dissent swept through the heavily conservative Republican crowd, and Yasgur bellowed: "Well, you can all go pound salt up your ass, because come Aug. 15, we're going to have a festival!" He stormed out of the room, and the rest became rock history."
My step-brother, just a teenager at the time, went to the festival and is now a little part of that history. He remembers it like it was yesterday and still talks about it with excitement and awe in his voice. I guess the people of that time just took things a lot easier. They didn't seem to have a care in the world and they let people just be who they wanted to be.
I was talking to a friend of mine tonight about this very thing; people just being who they are. If you want to deal with them, even if you don't like what they stand for or what they're about or even how they treat you, if they have something you want or need, you just have to do what is best for you and let them be who they are. And I think the best way to do that is to work around them.
Since this is the New Year, I guess that's what I'm going to try. Working around them. Getting what I want in a way that lets them be who they are yet still maintaining the peace, love and happiness - just like at Woodstock.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Ed pulled over on the side of the road with every other trucker and for the next hour, began chaining up his tires. It was raining lightly, but after being in it for an hour, he was pretty wet when he got back to the truck. I, on the other hand, was sitting inside surfing the internet. Um, I mean, checking the weather conditions. *cough*
While I was sitting inside, I noticed a very strong exhaust odor. I made a note to ask Ed about it once he got back in the truck. He finally climbed in and less than a mile down the road, the weather went from light rain to full-on snow. TONS of snow. In a matter of minutes, every single inch of space was white. It was beautiful. Well, for me it was beautiful, but I'm sure the guy in the car that spun out in front of us and was nearly plowed over by a Fed-Ex truck didn't find it so enchanting.
I finally asked Ed about the exhaust smell, which he said comes from the defrosting fluid. I joked with him by saying, "What? Are you trying to get rid of me and thought this would be the way to leave the least trace?"
He said, "No. If I wanted to get rid of you, I would take you back to your parents house and right in front of Frank, while he was watching TV, I would haul off and smack you right in the head."
I laughed and said, "That's the way you'd get rid of YOU, not me."
He laughed right back, since we both know that Frank would not tolerate one iota, someone doing anything of the sort to a family member. Especially me, since I'm his favorite.
Of course I know Eddie was just pulling my leg. Please. I can't even get him to kill bugs; he always wants to "set them free."
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Last night, Ed and I visited the Victoria landmark, Craigdarroch Castle. Built by Robert Dunsmuir, a man who came to Vancouver Island as a poor coal miner but became the wealthiest and most influential man in British Columbia. This castle was also featured on A & E's America's Castles.
The Hatley Castle website had this to say about Craigdarroch:
Craigdarroch Castle was built as the home of Robert Dunsmuir, the richest man in nineteenth century British Columbia.
The Castle was designed by Portland, Oregon architect, Warren H. Williams. Williams died only four months after construction began on the Castle. The responsibility for building Craigdarroch Castle was given to and successfully completed by Williams' associate, Arthur L. Smith in 1890.
The Drawing Room features hand-painted and stencilled ceiling decoration with lions' heads, garlands, birds and bouquets. The Entrance Hall and Dining Room are panelled with rich golden oak imported from Chicago. The Castle's windows represent the largest and finest in-situ collection of residential stained glass in Canada.
The story of the Dunsmuir family and their rise from humble beginnings to the pinnacle of wealth and power in western North America is complex and fascinating. Theirs is a story of profound courage and achievement, ultimately ending in tragedy.
Robert Dunsmuir died in April 1889, more than a year before the Castle was completed. After his death, his sons, James and Alexander, assumed the melancholy task of finishing the Castle for their widowed mother. 10 months after Joan's death in 1908, Craigdarroch was sold and the contents were auctioned off.
For sixty years, the Castle housed various public institutions. It was once a Military Hospital and was known as Victoria College for twenty-five years. The building is now owned and being restored by the Craigdarroch Castle Historical Museum Society.
Monday, January 02, 2006
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Conde' Naste Traveler Magazine reader's poll rated Victoria one of the top ten cities to visit in the world.After our evening stroll and drinks at a harbour side restaurant, we rang in the New Year at the landmark Strathcon Hotel inside their pub called The Sticky Wicket. There, Ed played several games of pool with guys from Canada and Tibet. The Tibetan guys barely spoke English, but their pool playing skills were mighty fine.
I watched Eddie's pool playing prowess from the bar while entertaining several men who felt the need to chit-chat with me; Art, a handsome older gentleman from Saskatchewan who tried to sway me into thinking that his province was better than mine, until he discovered I was American and the provincial rivalry was lost on me. His friend from England, who verbally gave me the "best recipe you'll ever taste" for Bangers and Mash. Don't think I'll ever be making that. Even if it IS good, the name creeps me out.
Then, the guy from South Africa who strayed over and whose accent was so thick I had to keep saying "Excuse me?" I didn't realized Ed was "naming" the guys I was talking to until he came over saying, "Boy, Earl really likes you." I guess that was the South African guy since the others already had names.
But my personal favorite was a silver haired, 43 year old man named Mark who in addition to testing my French, which basically consists of "Je ne parle pas français", told me before he left the bar that I had "...incredibly beautiful eyes. Just beautiful. Oh, and fantastic boobs." Well duh, I know that, Mark. Seems that the Canadian men aren't much smoother than the American ones and to top it off, I think he copped a feel when he hugged me goodbye and wished me Happy New Year!
It was all a lot of fun. Everyone was so nice, we had a great time and just an fyi - with the exchange rate, the drinks are a lot cheaper in Canada!
That make for a very Happy New Year, eh?