Calzone at Meiki's

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Always got their gyros and fries until I discovered the calzone.

My brother really likes their hamburgers and my nephew thinks they make the best pizza in town.

skip to 06.45. definitely not safe for work.

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If I wasnt about to have a ribeye... I'd be mighty jealous of that.... ;)

Haven't had a Meiki's calzone since before my foot. If they weren't closed on Sunday I would call one in and go get it!

Howdy folks. We went to see Man of Steel in 3D IMAX. Good movie with lots of explosions and destruction. ;)

Some people really shouldn't be allowed to breed. I feel so sorry for the little whipper snapper. What hope has she got with parents like this?

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:( so sad that poor kids get drug into this world by people that stupid

Nobody ever said you had to have a brain to have and raise kids.

Just think, "What's this kid going to do when he rebels against his parents as a teen, law enforcement?"

I've a cousin that was a stoner. His dad was a preacher, his rebellion was to be a stoner. His teen rebelled by joining the Salvation Army and is still there. The drug testing to keep a job thing stopped the cousin's stoner lifestyle, now he's into all the free range, organic chemical free food, and lots of vitamins. He's always had a "garden."

Very true

Haha.

My problem is with the thought process - what could go wrong? Dad's now sure to be off to the big house for a holiday. Bit more difficult to provide for the poor little bugger then.

Or Daddy takes a 9mm Dirt Nap.

I'm sure that Momma's stripper income will be enough. Oh wait, that was a different cousin.

All seven of my Dad's sisters were teachers. All of them that had daughters, their daughters were teachers, All of them that had daughters, their daughters are teachers. Both of my sisters are teachers. None of their daughters are teachers. The strippers were on my Mom's side of the family.

Sounds like a genetic proclivity to teach stripping.

Not sure were it comes from Granddad on Dad's side owned an ran the small town laundromat/cleaners the other ran the local sale barn (auction) and was the town Barber. Don't remember much about them, they both passed before I was school aged.

All I remember about my Dad's dad was he had a nice little house with a white picket fence and very nice flower gardens all around the house and fence and that some of the flowers were snap dragons. He had a cook/housekeeper. Oh and the one time i got to go with Dad and Grandad drivin out in the country. It wasn't too far in such a small town. We stopped and put a mason jar with a dollar in it on a tree stump, then came back by later and the jar was full of Grandad's stump water.

I remember Mom's dad taking me fishing, played dominos with me and liked watching Lawrence Welk. I could catch, scale, and filet fish before Kindergarten. He also took me with him around to all the little cafe/coffee shops. Remember he could take a straw and shoot the paper sleeve off of it like a dart and hit the waitress in the butt every time. Also remember one of the diners having marsh hare stew on the menu. When I ask they told me it was muskrat. I still didn't know what it was. They had great cheese burgers though, and grandad always got pie at that place.

My grandads lived across town from each other and I used to walk the 8 blocks from one's house to the other's. Got in trouble several times on that walk. The town square and main street was halfway in-between. I wandered into the police station and was found playing checkers with the town drunk through the bars. Wandered into the courthouse and interrupted court. They threatened to throw me in jail and I told them my Dad told me I couldn't go play checkers there any more. They just shooed me out the door and told me not to come back without my parents. Also was found wandering around in the back of the funeral parlor, there was a body being embalmed. The funeral director explained what he was doing, said I should go home, and to come back and visit any time. I never did. Also got run out of the pool hall. My parents somehow always found out about my adventures.

The only time I was ever embarrassed or felt bad was when hollering through the screen door at a couple that was renting a garage apartment from my Mom's deceased husbands mother, we called her Grandma Jackson. I embarrassed myself when I remembered they were deaf and yelling hello didn't do a bit of good. Whenever I would stop to see Grandma Jackson, she would make me take a bath, then a short nap while she fixed bacon, eggs, toast, and pie or cake, then sent me on my way.

Wouldn't let little kids walk around by themselves like that today!

Good Monday morning.

Dang it looks like I will have to work for 5 days straight.

Starting the Monday morning climb to Hump day.

Glen, can you bring me home from the audio shop around the corner from your office Tuesday. They open at 9am. I don't know how long they will take, but will need a ride back when they get done fixin the tunes in the rover.

Sure.

So are ya gonna have em put in some giant sub-woofers so you can thump thump thump while cruising? ;)

I need to see if they have some replacement speakers for my Elky. The two 3.5 inch speakers in the dash have split cones again. My killer 5 watt system was too much for them. I have to replace the speakers every 10 years or so. This will be my third set!

Morning all. Off to the mines.

A friend of a friend of mine actually works in an old salt mine in Kansas. It is a underground storage facility.

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He said his wife will throw something at him if he says if is "off to the salt mines again" as he goes to work. :D

That's funny, Glen.

Blech. W*** after a lovely four day weekend is just not fun. Although I do love technology. Answering work emails from my bed at 630 makes me look like I am up and at 'em while in reality I haven't even got out of bed and still in my pajamas. :)

Sidney and I had a lovely time in Reno. Lazy days. Lunch on the Marina. Shopping. Evening walks. Massage at the spa. Fireworks. Dinner with Todd. Nice weekend. Now back to reality. Blech.

short but lovely drive into w*** in the 911. I think the long way home is calling.