“New Mexico State University graduate and Aztec, N.M., native Mike Everitt will be behind home plate tonight as the chief umpire when the Philadelphia Phillies play host to the New York Yankees at 6:20 p.m. (MST) in Game 4 of the World Series.”
And here, telling Jorge Posada that despite his whining, he’s OuuuuuuuT!
Ok, I recognize this is a terribly blurry iPhone photo, but take a look at this.
What you may not be able to tell from that photo is the label on my avocado, purchased at my just down the street local supermarket, says “New Zealand Hass”.
What. The. Eff?
I live in CALIFORNIA for crissakes!
We make very fine Hass avocados RIGHT HERE. For the love of pete, people grow them in their backyards!
Why I gotta eat something grown halfway ’round the world?
I didn’t even think to look, I saw Hass avocados, and I grabbed two soft ones off the top. I naturally assumed that since these babies are so plentiful locally that California grown would be on the shelves.
But noooooo!
And I’ll tell you this…it’s a terrible avocado too. Stringy and bland.
I am ticked.
The only redeeming value for that grocery is that they also carry this:
It is to weep.
That may be the only item I procure from those folks from now on.
(Apologies to Avelino and Meredith, fellow ex-pats. I’m guessing DC grocers don’t sell the good stuff. I tip a loaded chip to you both!)
Today, in need of wasting a little time, I found myself surfing the Fail Blog.
This is a blog, brought to us by the same good folks who publish I Can Haz Cheeseburger, with the same sense of humor.
It is a freaking hilarious blog. They post photos and videos of, well, the big and little failures that occur in the world.
So as I was catching up on what I’ve missed over the past several weeks, I was ever so proud to see that my ol’ hometown has shown up strong.
Congratulations, APD, on an epic police fail.
Good stuff!
I believe I’ve had occasion to rant here regarding my feelings toward airplane travel.
In as few words as I can muster, I believe that flying brings out the worst in people.
Especially on those “open seating” type of airlines. Ya’ll know which one I’m talking about. People will knock over little old ladies and run their too large roller bag over toddlers in order to get to that perfect aisle/window seat.
Very rude.
And then the folks who are unable to entertain themselves for the time they will spend on the plane require YOU to entertain them.
“So, you going to Albuquerque? You from there? What’s it like? Have you ever been to Santa Fe? Is it anything like Phoenix? How come I can’t fly into Santa Fe? What’s that you are reading? Why are you ordering tomato juice?”
You know the type.
When I fly, I usually bring a book, wait patiently, take the first acceptable seat and crack that book open right away. Then I hunker down for the duration, and hope for the best.
So imagine the the peace I found on the final leg of my trip home from New Mexico.
Everyone seemed on their best behavior. “Oh, it looks like your boarding pass number is ahead of mine. I’ll just slip behind you.”
And “Excuse me, I’d like to sit there” and “Oh sure, let me hop up for you”
In my own row, I found a good spot, had a brief interaction with the guy on the aisle, and took my window seat. Soon a very polite lady arrived and said, “Do you mind if I sit there in the middle” and we made room.
She got settled quickly and pulled out a magazine. The guy on the aisle pulled out a book. I was already immersed in mine.
The duration of the flight from LAX to SFO was quite calm and really very civil.
Upon landing and when at the gate, the guy on the aisle stood up and said, in a jokey way “Well, I hope I wasn’t too much trouble on this flight.”
The lady in the middle said (to both the guy on the aisle, and to me), “You know, I’d just like to say thank you, this was one of the nicest flights I’ve been on in a while. This was a great row to sit in.”
And I smiled and agreed, “Thank you” I said to both of my fellow travelers.
Wow. People do still know how to be considerate. And polite!
Those sort of folks sure are getting harder to find!
Do ya’ll remember Goofus and Gallant from the Highlights magazines for kids? I *loved* Highlights magazine! My mom was cool enough to get me a subscription!
Yes, yes your intrepid blogger returned from her road trip and got immersed in catching up.
It’s taken me a week to sort through the over 300 photos I took at the 38th Annual Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta.
But sort through I have, and if you click here you can see about 60 of them.
I’ve not done any retouching, Photoshopping, or editing of any kind. These are straight off the camera, complete with the smudge on my lens, visible in the upper right corner of many of the shots.
I’m a real pro at this! Yay. Thankfully in most shots the smudge can be easily edited out.
*sigh*
Here’s a few to whet your appetite!! (click image for bigger size)
