Not just teachers. We had to redact some documents last week and because of the specific redactions had to use a marker. I could smell it in my office for a day and a half.
Was really tempted to sign the document "Washington Irving" or "Irving Washington" but resisted the urge.
Don't resist next time. That makes me want to go to law school, study and pass the bar exam, then go on a lengthy job search, just so I would have the opportunity to run into those documents and have a good laugh.
Knowledge of Washington Irving (and Irving Washington) just became my top criteria for choosing future legal counsel. And if that means I have a patent lawyer defending me in a RICO case, then so be it.
We should.of course. salute the second greatest Kentucky resident, Mohammed Ali, on reaching 70. As Jonah will, I am sure, point out he (Ali) wrongly claims to be the Greatest!!
I'd suggest throwing large rocks at them. Of course this could be an issue if your apple suit restricts your throwing motion. Do you have an apple baseball jersey you could wear temporarily?
Throwing rocks at horses is a pretty serious crime in this area of Kentucky. It falls under a section of felony Murder II, Depraved Indifference to Horses and UK Basketball.
Also, there's no baseball in Kentucky, so I'd have to go up to Cincinnati to get an apple jersey and we just don't have the gas money right now.
Yep, they only have bats. They just stand around holding the Louisville Sluggers, wracking their brains on how to incorporate them into tractor pulls and demolition derbies.
P.S. I don't know if I mentioned it already, but we're officially moving to Frankfort the last week of February. We looked at a small house yesterday that we both liked. It's right across the street from an old grocery store (now vacant) and which was actually a Cuban or Puerto Rican diner (I forget which) several years ago. We ate there one day back in (maybe) 2006. We were living in Chicago and came down early for Thanksgiving (as we did back then; we'd spend an entire week in Louisville for the holidays, but take a few days before the actual holiday to travel the backroads of Kentucky and hike and go to B&Bs... stuff like that). Anyways, we were in Frankfort and we checked out an old apartment building right by the state capitol that her grandmother and grandfather used to live in long ago when they were newlyweds. After that, Katie wanted to show me the state capitol building in Frankfort. We toured the building (which was completely empty because of the holiday break and it was so cool having it to ourselves). Then, afterwards, we walked over to a nearby storefront that had a colorful awning and a bench out front. We had no idea what it was, but we hoped it was someplace we could eat and just seemed like a fun idea to walk over there. It was the aforementioned restaurant. Very sparse. Some tables and chairs, a little decor, but charming in that way that unassuming diners can be.
I had a Cuban sandwich. I can't remember what Katie got. We also had some empanadas and, well, I don't remember anything specific, but it was a short menu and very inexpensive, so we pretty much just ordered a little of everything and treated it like tapas. The owner/chef seemed to get a kick out of our excitement and enthusiasm and really set us up. It was really good food, kind of like street fare that's as scrumptious as anything you'd find near a white tablecloth. And it was so cool to have that surprising bit of ethnic food at an old storefront that used to be a grocery store and that was within walking distance of the capitol building. It was like we went on a tiny little adventure in the middle of a larger adventure and found a little jewel on our way to a treasure chest. It definitely made for a memory that we recall at various times. I'm pretty sure that all this happened just a couple days before I proposed to Katie on a hiking trail at Red River Gorge.
Anyways, it was seriously cool to be standing on the front porch of our (soon to be) new home, and see that storefront right across the street. If those people still live in Frankfort, I'm gonna track them down, and bang on their door until they let me in, sit me down in their kitchen, and feed me some of that wonderful food.
I have some plans for Frankfort. I want to start spreading my jazz wings, metaphorically speaking.
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Was really tempted to sign the document "Washington Irving" or "Irving Washington" but resisted the urge.
Craig
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But seriously, you are right that Mommio's the greatest, but surely Jonah ranks pretty high too?
ETA: Of course, Jonah is the wittiest, followed by dozens of horses.
And let me just preempt you... I am not getting rid of my apple suit. That suggestion is a big nonstarter.
I'd suggest throwing large rocks at them. Of course this could be an issue if your apple suit restricts your throwing motion. Do you have an apple baseball jersey you could wear temporarily?
Craig
Also, there's no baseball in Kentucky, so I'd have to go up to Cincinnati to get an apple jersey and we just don't have the gas money right now.
Probably works on all kinds of animals.
That leopard doesn't look at all bothered by the pepper spray.
Craig
Baseball:
Cricket:
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I had a Cuban sandwich. I can't remember what Katie got. We also had some empanadas and, well, I don't remember anything specific, but it was a short menu and very inexpensive, so we pretty much just ordered a little of everything and treated it like tapas. The owner/chef seemed to get a kick out of our excitement and enthusiasm and really set us up. It was really good food, kind of like street fare that's as scrumptious as anything you'd find near a white tablecloth. And it was so cool to have that surprising bit of ethnic food at an old storefront that used to be a grocery store and that was within walking distance of the capitol building. It was like we went on a tiny little adventure in the middle of a larger adventure and found a little jewel on our way to a treasure chest. It definitely made for a memory that we recall at various times. I'm pretty sure that all this happened just a couple days before I proposed to Katie on a hiking trail at Red River Gorge.
Anyways, it was seriously cool to be standing on the front porch of our (soon to be) new home, and see that storefront right across the street. If those people still live in Frankfort, I'm gonna track them down, and bang on their door until they let me in, sit me down in their kitchen, and feed me some of that wonderful food.
I have some plans for Frankfort. I want to start spreading my jazz wings, metaphorically speaking.
I had a feeling you did.
Craig