First of all, “FireDog” is what Circuit City calls their tech people.

I went to Office Depot to get printer ink for me and price tags for Jeanne. Since it is next to Circuit City I decided to run by there also. I told myself that while there I could check on … well you’ll see.

I walked into Circuit City and before I got to anything interesting one of their techies approached and asked if he could help me. I replied something like “I guess not, I’ve already forgotten the excuse I made up to come by here.” I couldn’t understand his reply over the laughter and just walked on. Didn’t buy anything, so, I guess it wasn’t important.

happy birthday to me, happy bir..irth..day to meee, happy birthday to me. Saturday, 4 October, was my 66th. I told Jeanne I didn’t want a cake. She didn’t give in but she did compromise. You can read more about it at bentrider.info.

Wordless Wednesday (8 October) AND

PhotoHunt Theme: "Sad", 4 October, 2008

Some might consider this a sad birthday cake but it was actually very happy and short lived.

Me and Mike this summer.

On the way back from our Xenia, Ohio trip this summer we stopped off in Jasper, Alabama and visited my brother Mike and his wife Mary. It had been a while since I’d seen him and he has been on my mind since. Today I ran across a story from him and thought I would share it. I don’t remember when he sent the email but it was a long time ago. It was when he still had a computer store which he no longer has. My loss! Well, it was nice having a brother with his own computer store. Of course it is nicer just having a brother.

He wrote:

“Hi Brother,
I drove up to the Arby’s drive up window. I had ordered their special - 5 roast beef’s for 5.95. Pretty good deal. I was counting my money when the fellow came to the window with a sack in his hand. I looked at him and told him I wanted some ketchup, regular sauce and horsey sauce. He just stood there with a silly grin on his face. I figured he didn’t hear me so I repeated myself. He never moved. A**h***.

The thought flashed through my mind to just get out and snatch his a** out through the window and then ask him if he put my sauces in the bag. It is 2AM and I’m still working at the store so maybe I’m not in the best of moods. I’m civilized so naturally I didn’t do it. It was a nice thought for a couple of seconds. Anyway, I said to h*** with it…I’ll pay the S** and use the ketchup I have at the store.

I almost broke a knuckle when I reached out to pay him. After I got the window down, I paid the S**. He was still grinning like a j***a** eating briers when I drove off. D***. Double D***.

Mike”

Mike and Mary

You gotta love him. How could you not? Gary (I may have shared this story before but even so I was in the mood to share it again.)