When lazy cheapskates attack...

I'm getting a new dishwasher tomorrow and I am looking forward to it. I don't even do the dishes that often (I'm a lucky husband). I am now always looking for ways to not make anymore dirty dishes (maybe I should move into 5824, I hear Jason does all the dishes there). We have always used paper plates for various little things, but I try to keep that to a minimum as well because they can get expensive if you keep buying them. So my natural laziness and my practical Chinese upbringing collided, which brings me to this evening's tale....

I was hungry shortly before bed so I made myself a Hot Pocket (Croissant Pocket, actually...do they just wrap up anything and eat it nowadays? I'm waiting for the arrival of Air Pocket - now with 50% more oxygen!). We were out of our regular paper plates so I used a small paper plate left over from my daughter's birthday party. The Pocket, while breathtaking, didn't quite satisfy. I went back into the kitchen to ponder what else I could whip up quickly. I threw my plate away and looked in the fridge. I rummaged through the Thanksgiving leftovers (ironically, no turkey) and decided on some mash potatos. I took the potatos out and then realized my conumdrum: My plate has been disposed! I actaully stood in my kitchen and stared into the garbage can and wondered if it was ok to pull the plate out to be used again. "It's not so dirty in there" and "It's not touching any other garbage" were just a few of my yucky thoughts. My senses returned though as I pulled out another Winnie the Pooh plate and had a big helping of sour cream mashed potatoes...how sad...

It will be sad to see my old dishwasher go. It had so much character. It's older than I am, it's extremely loud, it doesn't seem to use all of the soap that I put in, and best of all, it has wood paneling to "match" the rest of my kitchen....who am I kidding, that thing is crap. Long live new dishwasher!!

In the beginning...

Well, maybe not that dramatic...So this is the world of blogs. I've always been intrigued, and I certainly make regular visits to some great ones. I never quite know what I would do with my very own blog though, so I've been hesitant. I do know this much, I always thought that when I do start a blog, I would not do anything to advertise it. I am not telling anyone about this blog at all. Oh you can read it all you want. You can even post comments, tell friends, link my blog, publish excerpts in your thesis, or send my unverified information to Dan Rather. You are just not going to hear it from me. Call it insecurities, call it my mad internet science experiment, call it Nancy for all I care. Those are the rules.

Now that brings us to the first order of business: How the heck did you find your way here?? Now in this age of the Internet you really can pretty much find anything. But really, you just might have too much time on your hands.

And finally, where do we go from here...First off, if you will be visiting semi-regularly, you will be treated to a lot of dots and parentheses (I had to look up the spelling for the plural of that word). I think it's because I grew up reading a lot of Herb Caen in the SF Chronicle. I'm not trying to imitate to be cute, I really write like this all the time to everyone. I might talk like this sometimes and probably think like that all the time. So if scatter thoughts are your thing, this is the place for you....at least for a few seconds until your mind (and cursor) wanders....

This won't be the funniest blog you read (my friends are funnier than I on a daily basis). It won't be the most thought provoking either (that would probably be....every other blog). Heck, it won't even be the one that makes you the hungriest (my sister would take that honor). But we'll see...Life is pretty funny by itself sometimes. I guess I can just be the narrator...Like that guy on the Wonder Years.