Archive for November 2008

The one with Griz - Part II

Last weekend we decided to head back up to Boerne and visit our friend Griz, down at Ancira RV.  That guy just cracks me up.  I have the BEST time listening to him chatter on and on about RVs, the RV life, what we should expect and things that we should consider.  He reminds me of an over-Texased version of my own grandfather.  His upbeat personality, the way he constructs his sentences and his truly genuine laugh find a way of creating one of the most engaging forms of entertainment I’ve seen in real life.  Just walking through one RV after another, listening to good ol’ Griz tell you about the finer aspects of a washer/dryer combo in the RV, which by the way is the protection of a perfectly good bag of chips NOT the ability to wash clothes, or to watch him go into a trance as he stares off into the future, populating an RV with your belongings and telling stories of how you’ll do this or that, makes the hours dissolve into nothingness. Read the rest of this entry »

The one with too many irons

Too many irons in the fire.  Several people in my life come to mind when I think about having too many irons in the fire.  For some strange reason, my graduate school adviser always jumps to the top of my Too Many Irons list.  That woman is amazing and I just cannot fathom how and when she might sleep.  Is she a robot?  Maybe.  It wouldn’t surprise me to find out that underneath her human-like appearance a very complicated arrangement of widgets and pulleys manipulate her limbs, giving the rest of us the impression that she walks and talks just like any other human. Read the rest of this entry »

The one where I want to work for Obama

The ability to construct a complete sentence.

The ability to remain calm and collected in hectic, controversial, and otherwise chaotic situations.

The ability to reason, conclude, debate, concede and generate a reasonable plan of action for a given problem.

The ability to understand that it’s the people of this great country that keep the wheels of America running. Read the rest of this entry »

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