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Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Finally, a new update? Easter 2009
The mix of springtime holiday rituals and target marketing has me as confused as ever. There’s Groundhog’s Day with the Puxatony Phil and St. Patrick’s Day with the beer and cute little green guys, then there’s Easter which is a whole mess of entwined Christian and Pagan celebrations. Bunnies, Christ rising from the dead, colored eggs, etc. (Although strangely enough it’s only politicaly correct to celebrate the Pagen rituals)
It’s almost like, “Christ’s tomb sits at the very end of the rainbow next to a pot of gold and keg of dark beer, and if Jesus rises from the dead, exits the tomb, sees his shadow and lays a blue egg, then that means another six more weeks of winter.
There. That should have been an equal opportunity offending statement.
Actually, I’m pretty rooted in my religious beliefs. It’s not verbatim of what was taught in my Lutheran school, but I haven’t been stricken down yet. (knock knock) Anyway, the one thing that I do know is that this Easter I needed a break from being hunched over the entryway tiling project and an opportunity to ride some new trails presented itself, so of course I jumped at the opportunity.
Sunday morning I got my heathen ass up at 5:45, showered and met my buddy Jim, who was kind (or crazy) enough to join me at a sunrise service in Pawling at 6:30. Coffee at the diner to stay awake after, then on over to Brewster for some riding fun! John and Stephanie showed us around trails they had been maintaining over the years, and what a fun bunch of trails they were! Lot’s of ups, downs, arounds, overs, unders…I’m not sure how far we actually went, but it was well worth it, and the company was wonderful!
Sadly I have no photos. Bummer, maybe next time.
It’s almost like, “Christ’s tomb sits at the very end of the rainbow next to a pot of gold and keg of dark beer, and if Jesus rises from the dead, exits the tomb, sees his shadow and lays a blue egg, then that means another six more weeks of winter.
There. That should have been an equal opportunity offending statement.
Actually, I’m pretty rooted in my religious beliefs. It’s not verbatim of what was taught in my Lutheran school, but I haven’t been stricken down yet. (knock knock) Anyway, the one thing that I do know is that this Easter I needed a break from being hunched over the entryway tiling project and an opportunity to ride some new trails presented itself, so of course I jumped at the opportunity.
Sunday morning I got my heathen ass up at 5:45, showered and met my buddy Jim, who was kind (or crazy) enough to join me at a sunrise service in Pawling at 6:30. Coffee at the diner to stay awake after, then on over to Brewster for some riding fun! John and Stephanie showed us around trails they had been maintaining over the years, and what a fun bunch of trails they were! Lot’s of ups, downs, arounds, overs, unders…I’m not sure how far we actually went, but it was well worth it, and the company was wonderful!
Sadly I have no photos. Bummer, maybe next time.
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Thursday, June 26, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
What can "Brown" do for Me?
EVERYTHING!!!! I LOVE LOVE LOVE UPS. They are the best couriers in the world!
I have an ill-behaved beagle. He's a smallish dog who thinks that anyone approaching our door is here to see him. He jumps and barks and, thankfully is over peeing excitedly on visitors shoes.
Our mailman is terrified of him. The man rings our doorbell, runs around the corner and shrieks (literally) when a flash of furry black, white and tan comes bolting out the door in a greeting chase. Upon questioning him about this "method of dog prevention and avoidance", he told me that it was USPS's policy. (just another reason of my long-time disdain for the postal service)
I've actually gotten a notice that if our "vicious dangerous" animal isn't properly contained, the mail service to our mailbox bank will cease.
Today the UPS lady came to the door, rang the doorbell and the dog went ape-shit. She calmly produced a dog cookie, made him sit and then handed it to him. He raced to a corner with his prize which gave me time to sign the sheet, take my package, and thank and wave to the UPS lady as she left, all without dear doggie making a break for the outside.
Can I by UPS stamps to send letters????
I have an ill-behaved beagle. He's a smallish dog who thinks that anyone approaching our door is here to see him. He jumps and barks and, thankfully is over peeing excitedly on visitors shoes.
Our mailman is terrified of him. The man rings our doorbell, runs around the corner and shrieks (literally) when a flash of furry black, white and tan comes bolting out the door in a greeting chase. Upon questioning him about this "method of dog prevention and avoidance", he told me that it was USPS's policy. (just another reason of my long-time disdain for the postal service)
I've actually gotten a notice that if our "vicious dangerous" animal isn't properly contained, the mail service to our mailbox bank will cease.
Today the UPS lady came to the door, rang the doorbell and the dog went ape-shit. She calmly produced a dog cookie, made him sit and then handed it to him. He raced to a corner with his prize which gave me time to sign the sheet, take my package, and thank and wave to the UPS lady as she left, all without dear doggie making a break for the outside.
Can I by UPS stamps to send letters????
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Monday, November 05, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
the dumbest question to propose to a tech company
The Demand: "What is Company X going to do to ensure that this problem never happens to us again?!"
The Answer: "Why, disconnect your service with Company X, of course."
The Reason: It's more than likely that no one knows, or will ever know what anomaly caused the problem. Besides, it's more cost effective to nix you, the client than to pursue the root cause with the effort of countless company resources.
The Answer: "Why, disconnect your service with Company X, of course."
The Reason: It's more than likely that no one knows, or will ever know what anomaly caused the problem. Besides, it's more cost effective to nix you, the client than to pursue the root cause with the effort of countless company resources.
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Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Year 1
Let's be honest, it's been one hell of a year. We made it through a wedding, a major relocation, deaths in the family, new jobs, new friends and new adventures, and we arrived at our first anniversary this past Sunday.
I had mentioned earlier in the week my intentions to take Friday off and head to Tahoe for some end-of-season downhilling, but it was brought to my attention the next morning that I was not to leave the immediate Novato area, nor make plans for the entire weekend. My queries went unanswered.
It started out innocently enough on Friday night where Mike appeared at the door with a beautiful mulit-colored boquet of roses and an invitation to sushi, afterwords we munched on our cake top that my mom had overnighted to our door. (much to our surprise) Saturday morning Mike made breakfast and we exchanged cards a day early. There was also a curious envelope marked #2 placed in front of me.
I opened #2. The instructions I read aloud were clear, "You have 30 minutes to pack the items in following list. Ask no questions, the clock starts NOW!" "BEEP" Mike set the timer and walked away. Oooohhh-kay! What the hell? The list went like this:
South of San Jose, we made a turn East and Mike finally admitted that yes, we were in fact going to Yosemite. Once we arrived, he pulled into a hotel just outside the park. Our room was right on (about 30' from) the rushing Merced River.
He turned and said to me, "I thought this would be a nice place to stay for a few days."
"Wow...um..yea that'd be great! I don't know about you, but I've got to work Monday. Does that mean I'll be coming back to pick you up?"
Mike grinned. "I've got it all taken care of."
He had arranged with both of our managers Monday and Tuesday off. I was stunned!
That afternoon we went into the park and did some small hikes.
The rig we need
I had mentioned earlier in the week my intentions to take Friday off and head to Tahoe for some end-of-season downhilling, but it was brought to my attention the next morning that I was not to leave the immediate Novato area, nor make plans for the entire weekend. My queries went unanswered.
It started out innocently enough on Friday night where Mike appeared at the door with a beautiful mulit-colored boquet of roses and an invitation to sushi, afterwords we munched on our cake top that my mom had overnighted to our door. (much to our surprise) Saturday morning Mike made breakfast and we exchanged cards a day early. There was also a curious envelope marked #2 placed in front of me.
I opened #2. The instructions I read aloud were clear, "You have 30 minutes to pack the items in following list. Ask no questions, the clock starts NOW!" "BEEP" Mike set the timer and walked away. Oooohhh-kay! What the hell? The list went like this:
- Toothbrush
- Shorts
- Hiking boots
- Evening dress
- 2 large bananas
- 4 bike tires
- 2 cups of peaunuts
- High heels
- coffee
- etc...
South of San Jose, we made a turn East and Mike finally admitted that yes, we were in fact going to Yosemite. Once we arrived, he pulled into a hotel just outside the park. Our room was right on (about 30' from) the rushing Merced River.
He turned and said to me, "I thought this would be a nice place to stay for a few days."
"Wow...um..yea that'd be great! I don't know about you, but I've got to work Monday. Does that mean I'll be coming back to pick you up?"
Mike grinned. "I've got it all taken care of."
He had arranged with both of our managers Monday and Tuesday off. I was stunned!
That afternoon we went into the park and did some small hikes.
Sunday, we did the Half Dome hike. A 17 mile round trip excursion which is climbing up stairs for 8.5 miles then hiking down them the remaining 8.5 with a cable climb on a 45 degree dome face thrown in the middle for fun.
We just got home yesterday so the photos will hopefully be up on our site soon. www.theburchs.us.
El Capitan
The rig we need
Bridalveil Falls
It's a long way Down! 
Half Dome
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