More pictures from Kalona.
Have I mentioned how much I love cheese curds lately?
Some pictures from the trip to Kalona.
The beginning of the trip was a little bit sad. It turns out that one of my favorite restaurants, The Kalona Cupboard, has went out of business. We tried out The Parlor Cafe, but it was not anywhere near as good as The Kalona Cupboard. In fact, they microwaved everything. I mean everything.
If you don’t know, I have a pretty big prejudice against food made in the microwave.
On top of that, the “chef” (who both took your order, microwaved it and put it on your plate) asked me if I was an Iowa State fan.
“How much did you guys lose by last week?”
Iowa fans. God love them, if there is any room left for how much they already love themselves.
After the disappointment of the Cupboard closing and the poor food from the Microwave Cafe, we at least found Yotty’s Ice Cream Shop. It was excellent.
Friday was an interesting day.
Of course there was the high of it being Free Gyro Day, but the rest of the work day went rather uneventful.
It was near 5:30, the time I was going to run out of hours and check out for the week, when my phone rang. This was a bit of a surprise and it caused my dart throw to completely miss the paper with the raccoon on it that has been put up as a makeshift dartboard in the hardware area.
I answered the phone and it was Shannon.
She asked if I was interested in taking a ride in the Ames Party Bus.
This was an interesting development because I had engaged in a few conversations with Becky earlier in the day about how she could put the rebuilt starter in the bus by herself. She had asked me what she should use as a jack to hold the starter in place while she tightened the bolts.
My answer had been simple: “Shannon.”
“She tells me how tough she is all the time.”
I don’t know if it was really my advice that she followed, but after Shannon got off work they managed to put the starter in and the bus started.
Below are some pictures of the adventure.
After the cruise around town, I headed to a special FNSC. It was special because Jay had made caramel apples.
It was also special because it was a perfect night for sitting around the fire bowl until 1:30 in the morning.
Unfortunately that left me a bit tired for the trip to Kalona the next day.
Last week was National Customer Service Week. I don’t know if this is a real week that exists in the real world, but it is a pretty big deal at the Computer Mine.
This year we got 75 dollars in gift certificates, a travel mug and a 4 port USB hub. Despite all of the goodies, the one aspect of Customer Service Week that I couldn’t wait for was Friday’s lunch. The calendar indicated that they were bringing in the Hot Dog Station to serve us lunch.
The last couple of years that they did this all employees got 2 free hot dogs. I was pumped all week for a Superdog.
Then on Thursday I got an email indicating that the Hot Dog Station wasn’t coming, but the gyro stand was coming instead.
Truth be known, I prefer gyros to the hot dogs, but I was a little saddened.
Perhaps you can’t tell, but once I bit into my first gyro of the day, I immediately was able to turn the switch and I was 100% all about the gyro.
I’ve said before that my job is a lot like The Office. There are some days I can sit at work and figure out exactly what episode I’m living out. Gyro day reminds me of an episode called Initiation. In that episode the company brings in a pretzel cart and every employee gets a free pretzel.
In that episode, one employee said the following:
Stanley: I wake up every morning in a bed that’s too small, drive my daughter to a school that’s too expensive, and then I go to work to a job for which I get paid too little, but on pretzel day? Well, I like pretzel day.
I don’t really relate to that, but I relate to what Stanley says in a depressed voice at the end of the episode:
Stanley: Only 364 days until my next pretzel.
Only 364 days until my next gyro.
Becky is starting up her own business. I’m in the process of creating a website for this new business.
You should check out that website:
I have a collection of photos from the Party Bus restoration process.
So if you have a large party, you should hit up the website and book the Ames Party Bus.
I woke up this morning with a mighty powerful hankering for some Cyclone Crunch.
It is mighty tasty and I encourage you to go out and buy some today. It tastes mighty good after doing some crowbar work on a party bus. But I talk too much.
To the game…
I don’t have much to say about the 2nd half. I combined all the 2nd half pictures into one big entry.
The Kansas coach, but every time I see him I think about John Doe from Se7en: “An obese man… a disgusting man who could barely stand up; a man who if you saw him on the street, you’d point him out to your friends so that they could join you in mocking him; a man, who if you saw him while you were eating, you wouldn’t be able to finish your meal.”
I don’t know the name of the dude on the left, but I like this picture.
After Arnaud’s overthrown pass for Sumrall hit the turf on 4th Down, some of the people in my section overreacted. The guy in front of me hit the seat in front of him.
Believe me, I’m as passionate (remember passion does not mean the thing that you love but the thing that you are willing to suffer for) about Cyclone Football as any guy that I know, but I don’t hit things when we lose. That is an anger management issue.
You see, the Cyclones losing was sad, but not a tragedy. I like quotes. Some people don’t. Some people view quotes as letting somebody else think for you. I view quotes as finding words perfectly placed in the right order and tone that precisely describe how you feel.
I considered a couple quotes about tragedy to close the Kansas game set of entries.
The tragedy of life is not that man loses but that he almost wins.Heywood Broun
The tragedy of life is not that men perish, but that they cease to love.
W. Somerset Maugham
The tragedy of man is what dies inside himself while he still lives.
All good quotes, but not how I feel about this game.
Melodramas are, by definition, black versus white, where the villain takes all the badness on himself and gives all the goodness to the hero; whereas, in tragedy, fault is always shared by the hero.
Orrin E. Klapp
Close, but not quite there. Then I found it.
Is not the decisive difference between comedy and tragedy that tragedy denies us another chance?
Fortunately, the Kansas game is a comedy for Cyclone fans. All you can do is sit back and laugh and remember that we have another chance this week in Waco, Texas against the Baylor Bears.
Before delving further into the Cyclone game, I need to post a website.
You should check out this website if you live anywhere near Kansas (which according to Google Analytics none of you do, but I am strangely big in Gillette, Wyoming) and head to this sale.
My Aunt Linda is downsizing her possessions as she is looking to move into a smaller house. She has some pretty sweet stuff for sale. I am personally eying the bowl of billiard balls. But there is much, much more.
I don’t even know what a Gossip bench is, but it sounds pretty cool.
To the game…
I am told that “work half-done isn’t done at all”. The Cyclones ended the 2nd Quarter with the game half done and owning a commanding lead.
I have to be honest. Sometimes being a Cyclone fan is like being hit in the head with a mallet every morning. I’ve seen the Cyclones blow enough leads in my time that with a 20-0 lead, all I could think about it during halftime was when we fumbled the ball away in the red zone and lost a scoring opportunity.
Horace said: What’s well begun, is half done.
Iowa State certainly began well.
14-0 lead to end the first quarter. A good Saturday thus far.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I need to move my website to a different server. That is going to be a goal of mine in the next couple of weeks. Until then, I’m going to have to post all of the Kansas game pictures in the journal.
I’m going to start with a collection of pictures from before the game. It was another disappointing Iowa State loss, but I don’t wish to dwell on it. After all, John Greenleaf Whittier said it best in his poem Maud Muller:
A manly form at her side she saw,
And joy was duty and love was law.
Then she took up her burden of life again,
Saying only, `It might have been.`
Alas for maiden, alas for Judge,
For rich repiner and household drudge!
God pity them both! and pity us all,
Who vainly the dreams of youth recall.
For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: `It might have been!`
Ah, well! for us all some sweet hope lies
Deeply buried from human eyes;
And, in the hereafter, angels may
Roll the stone from its grave away!
It was time for kickoff and it had been a pretty good Saturday thus far.