Showing posts with label Superbowl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Superbowl. Show all posts

Sunday, February 6, 2011

I sound happy. Do I sound happy to you? I think I sound happy.

  Hee hee hee, haw haw haw.  I called my chief to help me get some stuff to my wife and to get some stuff from her.  This was all per the restrictions placed upon me by the MPO.  I interrupted the poor man's Super Bowl time for this so now he's gonna see that we get the MPO lifted!  Woohoo!  Chalk one up for the Lohs and nada for the Navy.  What a jerk he was to my wife too.  Geez, I'm glad we won't have to deal with him anymore.  I mean, does he think that just because there's an MPO, my responisibilities to my wife and family have ceased?  No way, buddy.  And does he think that a damn football game is more important than my family's needs?  (buzzer sound) Wrong answer, McFly!
  I'm still gonna be staying at the barracks, but now, at least, I can patch things up with my wife without going through El Jerko as the middle man.  Yabba dabba doo!

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Superb Owl

  My wife and I don't watch sports, but I was just looking around my office at all the flyers for Superbowl XLV.  It struck me as humorous that in five years they'll be having Superbowl L.  Most people are used to the Roman numerals X, V, I and M, but L and C aren't as well known.  Ask anyone on the street what they stand for and you'll see some funny facial expressions!  How is the NFL gonna make a damn L look cool and recognizable as a Roman numeral?
  You ever notice that there are different actions you take to prepare the different meals of the day?  In general, you fix breakfast, make lunch and cook dinner.  Speaking of cooking, Kayla cooks an excellent potato dish.  She puts some oil in a pan, then puts in some cut-up onions.  She cooks those for a few minutes then throws in thinly sliced new potatoes.  She peppers and salts it to taste.  The last thing she throws in is some fresh baby spinach.  Stir that around until the spinach wilts.  Serve it up while it's nice and hot!  I tell you, if America went through a potato famine, me and mine are up and moving to Ireland.  Kayla's such a good cook!  I love that woman.