Happy Birthday To Ya

I would just like to wish my biggest blog fan a happy birthday. I won't name any names, Jerod, but you sure are getting old!

Have a good one, brotha.

4 Years

You may remember the anniversary poem that Guy wrote for me last year. Well, I got a new one this year, so before I thank him for it, I decided to post it on here. :)

One year ago when I wrote you that poem,
We had one less beast living in our home.
I questioned if a child or a dog would come next,
which you answered by sending Lola in a text.
Thus the Tarberts began rollin' four deep,
and you received scratches whilst trying to sleep.
In need of a break from our two demon pets,
you booked us a trip and we hopped on a jet.
They say, "We're the town with the great football team,"
but now that we've seen it, we know what they mean!
Perched way up high inside Raymond James,
we rooted the Stillers toward 6-time world fame!
The Disney week pales when compared to that win,
but it still was fun and I'd do it again.
Although, it was costly. Where'd we get the money?
Did you sell a kidney or do something else funny?
You quit the Sharp Edge, and, good riddance, what a crock!
Although I do miss excuses to drink Gulden Draak.
Now you answer phones, be creative, and blog,
all for the South Hills' luckiest dogs!
You're finally doing something you love.
For once your work days fit you like a glove.
Not much ahs changed for me in this past year,
just doing I.T. and sitting on my rear.
So congrats to us both, we've made it to four;
Here's to the past and to many more!

Yay for Guy the poet!

Arby's Oddities

My new commute to work involves driving past two Arby's restaurants, and I am somewhat ashamed to say that I eat at one of them at least once a week. Aside from enjoying my occasional roast-beast sandwich and jamocha shake, I have noticed a few strange things about Arby's. First of all, they have signage on their counter that advertises "sides" for your meals. It lists: hash browns, jalapeno poppers, cup of cheese. It all sounds normal until you get to the "cup of cheese." Now, I realize that this is probably cheese to dip your poppers or possibly even your curly fries in, but should a cup of cheese really be considered a side? Maybe they list it as a side so they can justify charging the same price as they would for a legitimate add-on to a meal, but it just bothers me.

Secondly, I have noticed that both Arby's (Arby'ses?) have posted small signs near the road that say "Bag of Ice - 99 cents." Is business really that bad that Arby's has to sell water during the summer to stay out of the red? What would compel a person to swing by their local Arby's seeking a bag of ice? I guess 99 cents is a good price as far as bags of ice go, but there still seems to be something fishy about this particular item for sale.

In other fast-food news, Guy was amazed that no one removed the "g" from the sign at McDonald's for the new Angus burger.

If I Were a Rich Man

I've come to realize over the years of my adulthood that unless I win the lottery, I will probably never be rich. And I rarely play the lottery, therefore my chances of hitting a jackpot are slim to none (not that they'd be much better even if I did play the lottery). Most of the time, I'm okay with the idea of a future with not a lot of money. However, there are sometimes when an opportunity arises in life that requires a lot of money to fulfill, and those are the times I envy the mega-rich. For instance, the other day, my mom's friend got in contact with her to ask if any of her kids would be interested in purchasing a season ticket license for the Steelers. Now, if you live in Pittsburgh, or another city where football is popular, you know the difficulty of obtaining a season ticket license. I am on the waiting list for season tickets, but I don't think I'll reach the top for another 40 years, if ever. So, when my mom told me of the offer, I obviously asked for more details. And here they were: the seat license cost over 10 grand, and the actual season tickets were another 1,500 or so. I don't even have 10 grand in the bank, even if I were to have a moment of temporary insanity where I would spend my savings on the Steelers. So, obviously I had to pass up the opportunity, and it was/is quite disappointing. Hopefully in a few days or so, though, with my mind being boggled from the insanity that is LOST, as well as a few other thoughts streaming through my mind, I will get over the disappointment and get back to the status quo.

He's Just a Boy Who Can't Say No

I called Guy on my way home from work today, only to hear some devastating news. Someone from Bethel Park football called and convinced Guy to buy yet another book full of pizza coupons. We bought a book last year and have barely used any of it because either the coupons entail buying a huge amount of pizza or you have to pick the pizza up (or it's from a gross pizza place like Italian Village). So, after chastising Guy for essentially wasting $24.95, I decided to let him off the hook. After all, I know he has trouble turning people down when they solicit him. However, my solution to the problem would be to encourage Guy to sharpen his nay-saying skills to prepare him for his inevitable future encounters with people who want to sell him something he doesn't need. His solution? He's never going to answer the phone ever again.

Family Feud

I was watching Family Feud, as I typically do when I'm home around noon, and the question was: Name a famous "Joe." Answers on the board included Joe Montana, Joe Dimaggio, Joe the Plumber, and Joe Namath.

When the host was revealing the answers that the feuding families didn't guess, the last one he revealed was "Joe Biden." At that point, the camera cut to a blonde lady on one of the teams who proceeded to scrunch up her face and mouth, "Who's that??"

And I'm willing to be she voted for Obama.

Update

I'm only working 4-8 on Friday, 4/18, just in case anyone was planning on coming during the afternoon.