Me, Her, the Boy and a Dog

and while I was laying down my narration, the folks in charge of the studios overheard me and asked me to track some additional narration because they liked my “golden pipes.” And of course, I can’t hear the term “golden pipes” without thinking about this eTrade Super Bowl commercial…

So, I’m trying to fix one of Ginger’s trash cans which has a broken handle - thanks Christiansburg sanitation department - and thought, “Hey! I have some Super Glue.” It is at this point the alarm bells should have started ringing in my head. In fact, I wish they’d pass a law making it illegal for me to buy the stuff.

Naturally, I was unable to get the glue to come out at first, so I swirl the little thumbtack like pin around the inner tube and then when I turned the bottle over to try again … Niagara Falls … of Super Glue. All over the fingers on my left hand.

It didn’t dawn on my to stop right there, no. I had to try and glue the handle back together. It didn’t work and it was then that I realized three of my fingers were Super Glued together. Gary FAIL.

Luckily, I was able to separate my fingers and a couple hours later, could peel most of the glue off with minimal amount of skin. You’d think I’d learn.

Today, we met with a client after church. Ginger came with me since it was a quick meeting and we were already in Blacksburg for church. After the meeting, we went home and cleaned out the garage and I mean EVERYTHING. While I ran some stuff over to the Goodwill, Ginger swept out the garage. When I got back, we installed some new garage organizing equipment to the wall that allows us to hang tools, hoses, extension cords, etc. It’s amazing how much room we have in the garage now!

After that, Ginger made dinner - shrimp scampi pasta (outstanding!) and I mowed the yard. I have to mow the yard in Pulaski tomorrow, too. The good news is we’ve a few nibbles on the house - God, I would love to get that house sold and off the books. You have no idea how much selling that house would help me out!

What’s with the creases in slacks? Do they honestly think I am good enough with an iron to not screw up the orginal permanent creases? Well, I’m not. I still wiggle the stupid thing as I’m ironing as if that will be more effective than straight lines. And I can NEVER get the creases lined up exactly, so I end up with a double crease.

Twice. That’s how many times I’ve been asked in the last couple of months if I’d be willing to take dancing lessons with Ginger. She asked me casually some time ago and then her mom posed the question to me a week or so ago. It’s like they were testing me.

My response was typical of most men, or so I assume. I said begrudgingly, “Well, it depends on what kind of dancing, but sure, I’d give it shot.” Now, that doesn’t mean I’m ready to go out and buy a pair of dance shoes just yet, but I am interested in giving it a shot. Let’s face it, ladies like a man that can dance and it’s a pretty good work out, too. If Jerry Rice and Emmitt Smith can do it, so can I!

So, when the summer is over and schedules are more settled, Ginger and I might take some lessons at the local dance studio or the community center and see how things go. Who knows, maybe I could go to the Olympics as a ballroom dancing athlete … yeah, don’t even get me started on that.

Do you dance? Have suggestions for instructors, equipment needed (such as men’s and women’s dancing shoes), types of dance styles for beginners? I’d love to hear them (and so would Ginger). I bet Ginger would LOVE these pink dancing shoes!

Earlier today, I emptied my wallet looking for my last two receipts so I can log them into my check book. Of course, then I figured I might as well clean it out. When I got back to my computer, I saw a post by someone I follow on Tumblr titled My purse, by the numbers. Considering I just did something similar, I thought I’d pay homage to a seemingly mundane, but necessary exercise documented by a fellow Tumblr.

• 12 dollars (one $10 bill, two $1 bills)
• 4 business cards (mine)
• 1 Virginia Tech ID
• 2 credit cards (1 business, 1 personal)
• 1 check card
• 1 driver’s licences with change of address form
• 8 pictures (6 of my little boy, 2 of other family members
• 2 insurance cards (medical and auto)
• 1 “Eye. D. Card” identifying me as a recipient of laser eye surgery
• 1 voter card
• 1 social security card
• 1 alumni passport
• 1 Regal Crown Club
• 2 Gardner’s Frozen Treats rewards cards (why I need two, I don’t know)
• 1 2009 Virginia Tech “Advantage Card” with discounts to local businesses and restaurants
• 1 Salad Creations Club Card

(Inspired by kaytee’s post…)

Why is it that your doctor’s office tells you that if you’re 15 minutes late for your appointment that you will have to reschedule, but when your doctor is more than 15 minutes late, there is no penalty?

Why is it that when you owe rent, they give you a five-day grace period, but when that same company owes you your security deposit, it will take “at least 45 days.”

Why is it that I get a bill for .10, but it cost the company .43 to mail the bill and who knows how much more to process the payment.

Why is it that as soon as the warranty on your car expires or you pay it off, something goes wrong that costs a lot of money to fix?

Why is it that when I make a reservation for a car or a seat on an airplane, the rental place or airline doesn’t always hold the reservation?