Silent Nacht...

Another great weekend in the life of me. Don't they ever get tired of me ordering the same ole thing at the dear old Brunswicky? 'Twas cause fer celerbration though, as we (me and the wiffey) pondered eleven beautiful years o' matrimony! Oh, and me has to watch is spoken 'ere as I finally spilled the beans about dis 'ere bloggem. She enjoyed the reading...that FO SHO. Anyhow, gotta run...maybe I'll get to see the kiddo before I leave for work! Arg he says.

Saxophonic Coffee Shack!

There's a new one. Anyway, not often that I get out on a week night. Went to hear some smooth jazz and have a cup o' joe last eve. Was pretty cool. Been workin' on a new side project: Makin' blueprints for a building that doesn't exist anymore. Thar be a challenge for ye matey...arg. Pirate?...this early in the morning? It's never too early for pirate speak. Anyway, I ramble. Kind of a cool challenge--working from photos and recollections and whatnot. I think I know where this is goin'. I'm gonna hafta write a book someday! Why not? Shouldn't everyone do at least one literary thing in their lifetime? Oh, I guess this 'ere bloggem doesn't count ay?!!...arg. We'll see. No one will buy it. It would just be another notch in me resume (hobbies; not work!): Artist, Musician, Historian, Architect, Contractor, Builder, Remodeler, Electrician, oh...and now, Author. Right. Lord help us.

Savant Musak...

or actually a polka. So have you seen this bathroom fixture commercial showing the guy going la-la-la-la-la-la in the shower only to be scalded by an evil mini villain from inside the shower head. Like yeah, comma, yeah...that's purty dumb isn't it? But there is this delectible melody played once the action (and I use that term loosely) is unleashed on the unsuspecting viewer. It's kind of a quasi Italian (the mandolin) and almost Yiddish sounding polka. (do the Yiddish polka?!) It's like a gypsie-scalding-the-fat-yodelling-fella-celebration. Or, what is commonly referred to as a GSTFYFC. Anyway, after tolerating this moronic commercial for at least three months, it finally dawned on me that it had in fact succeeded in planting it's "catchy tune" in my head. I was walking around aimlessly singing the polka day and night. Suddenly, as discussed in a previous musical post here, I started hearing bit's o' lyrics. (o' lyrics...NOT O'Leary...leave that poor woman alone! Her cow did not burn down Chicago!) Anyway, all I could pick out was "I'm picking out a ___ - ___ for you. Not just any other ___ - ___ will do!" WTHeck? Where have I heard this rubbish? Was this some old Bugs Bunny tune I had subliminally memorized in front of the boob-tube at four years of age? Not getting it, I did what any clear thinking citizen would have done. I went to Google. Once again!

The miracle of internet:

"Oh, I'm picking out a thermos, for you
Not an ordinary thermos, for you
But the extra-best thermos, you can buy
With vinyl, and stripes, and a cup built right in
I'm picking out a thermos for you
And maybe a barometer too
And what else can I buy, so on me you'll rely
A rear-end thermometer too"

-as sung by Steve Martin in the motion picture "The Jerk", 1979

The only problem is...I don't recall ever seeing this movie.

I only recall hearing about it from an aunt that baby sat us.

No wonder our family is warped.

I need a new brain please.

Sorrowful Junk...

Went to Beeno Bradies tonikt. Twas a good roast beast and garlic sammich. Still not sure if it beats the burger at the ole brunsy though! Had a great weekend. Our team made the playoffs and such. Twas a great game! Finally heard what 'appened to our neighbor. Poor guy, must've been lonely or something. God rest his soul. I hope he's with the Lord, but I don't know how that works in this case. I need to get back to reading the GOOD book. It has all the answers! Looking forward to a great winter. I never been so proud of our team...them's great folks! I'd swear my other blog and sites are pointless...except to me. Heck, no one has seen this one. I keep hoping that the wiffey will find it...so far no luck. Have you seen this blog? Leave me a comment if anyone is out there. Why am I talking to myself...self...self...self? Echo...Echo...Echo...Echo...

-archi

Still no piks...

I KNOW...I'm sorry. I just haven't been putting up the architecture pics like I planned. It takes sooo much time! Let's see the week in replay: Went to the Land of Milk and Honey for a few...not so sure I want to live there any more--it's just not the quaint little place it once was. Too many prefab lookin' condos and crap being built too close together. Had fun though. Still no word on our dear neighbor...they came and took his car away. Poor guy. Getting ready for the big anniversary...wish we could go away for a week! Like a second honeymoon; er...first. But hey, at least we are still together and still love each other very much--unlike some of our friends. The boy went halloweenin' for the first time. Two houses. That's all. We don't want him to get to wrapped in that sort of nonsense...and no scary stuff...he looked sharp! Ooh...ooh! And he started preschool too. The best part of this week: I think I'm finally findin' my way back to Jesus. Keep the prayers coming. Lord I'm sorry I've been awol for 8 years. :(