Super Saturday Sale.
June 13th, 2009, 8 am to 2 pm.
25 cent sausage biscuits and Hamburgers.
Valid only at three Greenwood Indiana Locations.
- 121 Marlin Drive
- 2556 S St Road 135
- 2252 US 31 South
Man, I love me some McDonald's, and my favorite location is now having the super sales. Check this out! Enjoy!
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Free Tickets for New Kids on the Block
Free Tickets.
New Kids on the Block
at Verizon Wireless Music Center
Sunday, June 28!
Visit one of the Indiana Blood Center locations listed below
on Friday, June 12th or Saturday, June 13th and you'll receive
one free lawn ticket to the show, while supplies last.
Help keep the blood supply strong during the summer months.
You'll have someone's undying gratitude!
Or for more information, please call
(317) 916-5150 or 1-800-632-4722 ext 5150.
Avon Branch - 7655 East US Highway 36, Avon
Indianapolis East Branch - 10537 East Washington Street, Indianapolis
Indianapolis Main Branch - 3450 North Meridian Street, Indianapolis
Indianapolis North Branch - 726 Adams Street, Suite 150, Carmel
Indianapolis Northeast Branch - 7458 East Fishers Station Drive, Fishers
Indianapolis South Branch - 8725 US Highway 31 South, Indianapolis
Hours for all locations are:
Monday thru Thursday - 10:00 a.m. to 7:00 p.m.
Friday - 7:00 a.m. to 4:00 p.m.
Saturday - 8:00 a.m. to 12 noon
New Kids on the Block
at Verizon Wireless Music Center
Sunday, June 28!
Visit one of the Indiana Blood Center locations listed below
on Friday, June 12th or Saturday, June 13th and you'll receive
one free lawn ticket to the show, while supplies last.
Help keep the blood supply strong during the summer months.
You'll have someone's undying gratitude!
Or for more information, please call
(317) 916-5150 or 1-800-632-4722 ext 5150.
Avon Branch - 7655 East US Highway 36, Avon
Indianapolis East Branch - 10537 East Washington Street, Indianapolis
Indianapolis Main Branch - 3450 North Meridian Street, Indianapolis
Indianapolis North Branch - 726 Adams Street, Suite 150, Carmel
Indianapolis Northeast Branch - 7458 East Fishers Station Drive, Fishers
Indianapolis South Branch - 8725 US Highway 31 South, Indianapolis
Hours for all locations are:
Monday thru Thursday - 10:00 a.m. to 7:00 p.m.
Friday - 7:00 a.m. to 4:00 p.m.
Saturday - 8:00 a.m. to 12 noon
Shout-outs: My favorite blogs
Okay, for all the dog lovers out there, me included, here's a must view. Dog Parks: for the love of dogs, is a blog that focuses on the community being created at the local Dog Park. Articles range in topics but mostly focus on the personalities of the dogs. The best part about this blog is the photography. The pet photographers do an excellent job. I love looking at the pictures.
So check it out, Dog Parks: for the love of dogs:
picture from http://thedogparkbook.blogspot.com
So check it out, Dog Parks: for the love of dogs:
picture from http://thedogparkbook.blogspot.com
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Its 2 am - how about a pirate joke
A pirate walks into a bar with a peg-leg, a hook for a hand, and an eye-patch.
The bartender looks up and say, "Oh my god, you're a mess! What happened to you?"
The pirate says, "ARRRR, 'twas a stormy sea, and a giant wave - washed me overboard! And as me mateys were hauling me back, a shark leapt outta the water - bit off me leg!"
The bartender says, "Okay, that explains the leg... what about the rest of it?"
The pirate says, "ARRRR, we were layin' siege to a ship - and as I swung over, a sailor reached out - cut off me hand!"
The bartender says, "All right, that explains that... what about the eye?"
The pirate says, "ARRRR! A seagull - shat in me eye!"
The bartender says, "What?? You don't lose your eye from that!"
The pirate says, "ARRRR! But 'twas the first day with the hook!"
The bartender looks up and say, "Oh my god, you're a mess! What happened to you?"
The pirate says, "ARRRR, 'twas a stormy sea, and a giant wave - washed me overboard! And as me mateys were hauling me back, a shark leapt outta the water - bit off me leg!"
The bartender says, "Okay, that explains the leg... what about the rest of it?"
The pirate says, "ARRRR, we were layin' siege to a ship - and as I swung over, a sailor reached out - cut off me hand!"
The bartender says, "All right, that explains that... what about the eye?"
The pirate says, "ARRRR! A seagull - shat in me eye!"
The bartender says, "What?? You don't lose your eye from that!"
The pirate says, "ARRRR! But 'twas the first day with the hook!"
Monday, June 8, 2009
Video Post - Wanna Get "Frosty" ~ Hilarious!!!
Why not? I love it, and who doesn't see themselves in a boyband?
Planes.
I've been following the news surrounding the Brazil wreck pretty closely. The whole thing kind of scares the hell out of me. Personally, I don't consider myself a nervous flier, but I'm not big on the whole "flying through a storm and the plane breaks apart and crashes into the sea" bit.
At first, when they were unable to find the wreckage, I started to get a little creative about what happens. Mostly, I figured that the whole thing was tied to some sort of ABC marketing ploy for the final season of Lost. I mean, I could see corporate America going this far for ratings. And Squirrel made a good point, with so much communication available to passengers, where were those random, tweets or texts that we hear so much about from the passengers.
Maybe, with the investigation still pending, those things haven't leaked yet, but I bet someone on the plane was like "Shit, this things going down, I better tell my Aunt Lou goodbye."
Humor, aside, its still a tragedy and those families are suffering. We all should keep that in mind.
But, I keep going back to plane safety, and yesterday, while we were dining with a friends, drinking Sangria, I couldn't help but think about all the times I got a little scared while flying. One time, while we were flying out of O'hare Airport, our initial departure was delayed.
Most of the time, I try to set next to the window, unless, Squirrel steals the seat. I like the view. I like to see all the little roads and homes and baseball fields from 20000 ft. They all look like little mini lego sets that high up. It's pretty awesome. Sorry, I digress. Back to the story, so I'm at O'hare, seating window side, right outside the wing. Captain comes on, tells everyone that we're gonna be a few more minutes before take off because the weather has been holding up the other planes and there's a big back log of flights leaving. Well, as I look out, I see three dudes dressed in greasy gray jumpsuits.
These dudes don't look like Aeronautical engineers, they look like the mechanics at Rama Wash & Lube. So they are out there, starring at the wing, I'm starring back. They're pointing at things. One has a wrench in his hand. The conversation seems heated. But, hey, we're just waiting for clearance right? Yeah, nothings wrong with the wing. Well, I was sooooooo wrong.
Obviously, these guys were working on something. They had a wrench. I'm cool with that. What I'm not cool with is what happens next. In my head the conversation between the Greaser's probably went like this...
"Yeah, Bob, we need to reattach that thingymajinger." Greaser A
"I've tried to tighten the bolts, but it's just not working." Greaser B
"Well, you better call the bossman, because we gotta get these suckers in the air." Greaser A
Now on the radio, Greaser B, "Hey bossman, I can't get the wing to attach. Maybe you should call Greg the engineer out here, he has extensive training in Aeronautical engineer and I only took a class at the local Y on luggage handling."
Bossman replies, "Hell now, Greg costs $50 dollars an hour, that's not happening, just do what you gotta do. Get creative."
Greaser B, "okay boss, we got it."
By now, the guys are walking away, and as I'm watching them, I'm thinking. "Good, they must of got everything fixed." I was wrong. So wrong.
In a few minutes, they reappeared with duct tape. Which they continued to apply to the wing, the wing of the 75-something taking me 20000 ft into the air on my way to Denver. I could see the twinkle in their eye. They had gotten creative.
Concluding this rambling story, the point I want to make is this, especially if there are any airplane mechanics reading, don't use duct tape on planes when the passengers can see you. It scares them and they'll pee in their pants a little. Just a little.
At first, when they were unable to find the wreckage, I started to get a little creative about what happens. Mostly, I figured that the whole thing was tied to some sort of ABC marketing ploy for the final season of Lost. I mean, I could see corporate America going this far for ratings. And Squirrel made a good point, with so much communication available to passengers, where were those random, tweets or texts that we hear so much about from the passengers.
Maybe, with the investigation still pending, those things haven't leaked yet, but I bet someone on the plane was like "Shit, this things going down, I better tell my Aunt Lou goodbye."
Humor, aside, its still a tragedy and those families are suffering. We all should keep that in mind.
But, I keep going back to plane safety, and yesterday, while we were dining with a friends, drinking Sangria, I couldn't help but think about all the times I got a little scared while flying. One time, while we were flying out of O'hare Airport, our initial departure was delayed.
Most of the time, I try to set next to the window, unless, Squirrel steals the seat. I like the view. I like to see all the little roads and homes and baseball fields from 20000 ft. They all look like little mini lego sets that high up. It's pretty awesome. Sorry, I digress. Back to the story, so I'm at O'hare, seating window side, right outside the wing. Captain comes on, tells everyone that we're gonna be a few more minutes before take off because the weather has been holding up the other planes and there's a big back log of flights leaving. Well, as I look out, I see three dudes dressed in greasy gray jumpsuits.
These dudes don't look like Aeronautical engineers, they look like the mechanics at Rama Wash & Lube. So they are out there, starring at the wing, I'm starring back. They're pointing at things. One has a wrench in his hand. The conversation seems heated. But, hey, we're just waiting for clearance right? Yeah, nothings wrong with the wing. Well, I was sooooooo wrong.
Obviously, these guys were working on something. They had a wrench. I'm cool with that. What I'm not cool with is what happens next. In my head the conversation between the Greaser's probably went like this...
"Yeah, Bob, we need to reattach that thingymajinger." Greaser A
"I've tried to tighten the bolts, but it's just not working." Greaser B
"Well, you better call the bossman, because we gotta get these suckers in the air." Greaser A
Now on the radio, Greaser B, "Hey bossman, I can't get the wing to attach. Maybe you should call Greg the engineer out here, he has extensive training in Aeronautical engineer and I only took a class at the local Y on luggage handling."
Bossman replies, "Hell now, Greg costs $50 dollars an hour, that's not happening, just do what you gotta do. Get creative."
Greaser B, "okay boss, we got it."
By now, the guys are walking away, and as I'm watching them, I'm thinking. "Good, they must of got everything fixed." I was wrong. So wrong.
In a few minutes, they reappeared with duct tape. Which they continued to apply to the wing, the wing of the 75-something taking me 20000 ft into the air on my way to Denver. I could see the twinkle in their eye. They had gotten creative.
Concluding this rambling story, the point I want to make is this, especially if there are any airplane mechanics reading, don't use duct tape on planes when the passengers can see you. It scares them and they'll pee in their pants a little. Just a little.
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