I'm hilarious, and it's not just me

Every now and then at work I chat with Max about the Reverend Fun cartoon. Today, he published one of my ideas.
I'm honored that he did that and gave me a little mention. I feel so special. Does this give validation to my often claim "I'm hilarious"? In and of itself, no, but if you combine it with all the other ways I'm hilarious, you'll see what I mean. At the risk of jeopardizing my natural humility, I submit -

Other ways in which I'm hilarious:

Choice of greeting cards (if you've received a birthday card from me, you know what I mean)
Incontinence (I don't have this problem, it's just a funny word)
Dog named "Walter"
There are probably more ways that I can't think of right now.

This blog is about food though.

Tonight, I'm going to a wedding. There's a reception and everything. My question today is, does anyone really like wedding cake? I've seen many couples spend so much time on a wedding cake; white cake with butter cream frosting, chocolate with raspberry filling, yellow cake soaked in espresso and covered in powdered sugar.
Why not wedding pie? Everybody likes pie right?
I prefer a "make your own sundae". It's a big hit, and you would be much happier.

Ok, maybe it's just me...

The Bitter Taste of Vacation

Last week, I went on my first vacation since a trip to the Grand Canyon/Hoover Dam/Las Vegas in 1998. Sure I've been plenty of places to visit family and friends, but a vacation from everything is pretty rare and a treasure.

On the positive side:
It was great to spend time away. I ate some great food, and saw some cool stuff. That's the really important part of a vacation.

On the negative side:
just about everything else.

I waffled between going to San Antonio, Texas and San Diego, California as I thought about where I could find the best weather. This was not just a vacation from work, but a vacation from the gray and cold West Michigan weather. San Diego won, I exchanged airline miles for tickets, made the hotel reservations and took off!

Take a look at the vacation photos.


You'll see "The Big Bri" - a breakfast sandwich offered by Brian's American Eatery, and a few pretty good Mexican restaurants in Old Town.

The weather in San Diego was really disappointing. The local weather casters used the phrase "storm of the century" to describe this cold-damp weekend. On the news they showed people stockpiling sandbags as this monsoon dropped 0.6" on the city during a 4 day period.

The weather was uncharacteristically just like West Michigan as the temperatures stayed around 50, with strong winds, and predominant cloud-cover. However, it produced this view. My friend Mike sent that to me - taken on March 13 (the day I left) - The mountains are about 50 miles east of downtown. I couldn't see them at all while I was there.

West Michigan on the other-hand had temperatures near 70 and gorgeous sunshine while I was gone. It snowed the day I got back. San Antonio had record heat and full sun.

Adding insult to injury, my car had unscheduled and expensive trips to the mechanic. the day before the trip, the day after. Please use the ads to the right of this post and other posts. I gotta pay for the trip and repairs somehow.

Can I get a vacation from my vacation?

maybe it's just me...

Peanuts and Cracker Jack!

I want a Hot Dog!
I want a hot dog so bad, I can almost taste it. I do not however want just some frankfurter from the grocery store. I want a baseball dog.


While telecommuting, I often have the TV on to provide background noise. My borderline ADD make this almost a necessity. Recently though, I got a new TV.
It's ridiculous. It's huge. It's fun. I added the "HD Tier" to my cable for about $7 a month and one of the channels I get is ESPN-HD (check the schedule). While flipping through the few HD channels, I landed there and found Spring Training Baseball! It's Los Angeles vs the Braves - who cares! I want a hot dog. It's the 2nd inning, and LA is up 4-0 - who cares! Someone just caught a foul ball on the 1st base side!

Spring is coming!
I can hardly contain myself.
Until it's warm enough to go to a game yourself, check the schedule and invite yourself over for a game. Love to have ya.

...maybe it's just me