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New Year’s Resolution

Wednesday, June 13th, 2007

I saw a challenge yesterday called the hundred day challenge. At first it looked like I just needed to come up with something that I have been procrastinating and that I want to get done within 100 days. That’s great. That gives me 97 more days to procrastinate with 3 panic days to accomplish my goal. Sign me up now!

Then I saw the catch. I actually have to work on my goal daily. Where’s the fun in setting a goal for September if I have to work on it in June? Then I realized that I can feel like I’ve already been procrastinating if I just call it my New Year’s Resolution. So here it is: I will have my business working well enough by the end of my 100 days that I can quit my day job.

While it seems like I am already spending every waking hour on my business, I spend almost all of that time working for other people and almost no time making my business profitable. So I am now committing to spend some time every day for 100 days working on something that will bring my business a step closer to allowing me to work just for myself. I’ve got until September 19th. My fabulous wife is working on her own challenge too.

I would have started the challenge yesterday but I had to procrastinate one more day.

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Hey Pillsbury, You Ruined Mother’s Day

Friday, June 8th, 2007

Okay so maybe this is a couple days late to bring up Mother’s Day. My sincere apologies to my readers…all 2 of you.

So Mother’s Day morning was supposed to start off well with some Pillsbury Orange Rolls. I cautiously began pulling the strip to open the can. I’m always nervous when I start pulling that strip. I never quite know what will happen. Sometimes I have to pry it open after the strip is removed. Other times right when I start, it feels like I am causing a minor explosion in my kitchen with the force of the can.

So with my safety goggles and helmet on, I opened the can. How do they get that much dough in the can anyway? Maybe they need a bigger can? Maybe less dough? I’ll bet there would be fewer injuries each year from sweet roll can opening if they would just use a bigger can.

Anyway, the dough was not cut all the way through so I couldn’t just separate the rolls and put them in the pan. Fortunately I was prepared for such an incident and had a knife handy. Oddly enough, when I cut the dough, I ended up with 7 rolls, not 8 as advertised on the can. I tried to cut on the almost scored lines. I didn’t think this was all that big of a deal. It was a rough start to Mother’s Day breakfast, but I thought we’d be able to get passed that ok.

Then came the real zinger. When I pulled the rolls out of the oven and opened the icing, I found the 8th roll. My icing container was half filled with raw dough. Thanks a lot for the practical joke, Pillsbury, but it’s a little late for an April Fool’s joke.

Evil Dough Bough

I think the evil dough boy stuffed my icing container and is now laughing it up. Well doughboy, I hope you suffer from a yeast infection.

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6 Horse Power Lawn Mower

Sunday, April 22nd, 2007

This week we had our lawn mowed for the first time in over 6 months.  I kinda figured we were overdue after receiving a subtle hint in a text message telling me that Weed-B-Gone was my friend.  After the lawn was mowed, I realized that my lawn now has the rare combination of being both short and green at the same time.

Since our mower is toast, we had to borrow a mower.  When I picked it up, the first thing I noticed was that it has a 6 horse power engine.  Maybe I thought about it too hard, but I haven’t been able to figure out how the power of a horse translates into the cutting power of a garden tool.  How can I even compare 6 horses’ ability to cut my lawn vs. the lawn mower?  Given the choice, I would always choose the lawn mower.  I think the horses would make a bigger mess and would take longer to mow.  Comparing horses to lawn mowers and cars to describe strength is just over my head.

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Nonsensical gibberish

Thursday, April 19th, 2007

Well you’ve found my site.  I am Mister Random.  You can count on me for a healthy dose of nonsensical gibberish.  Every once in a while, I may come up with something intelligent to say too, but don’t count on it.

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