The highly non-scientific poll from a couple weeks back indicated that most folks thought Elise looked most like Sean. For some reason, neither Sadie nor Cosmo received any votes. Well, here they are, side by side. You be the judge.
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It's been 6 months since I turned the big 4-0. A LOT has happened already. Let's recap, shall we:
Ouch. What else can you say? (OK, some other 4-letter words do come mind.) Cosmo's foray into the world of high-stakes wagering came to a crushing and demoralizing end Sunday as the Jets sent the Patriots packing. The game was a like bad dream. The Jets executed and the Patriots didn't. There were no big plays, no game-shifting turnovers, no bad calls, just two games plans - and one was executed well and the other wasn't. And you just can't have an off week in the playoffs. Best of luck to the Jets next week. As for Cosmo's bets, the dinner payout to Rich and Ginger is up in the air since Jess and Sean are already owed a dinner from the previous Jet-Pats game bet. But, in a classy display of sportsmanship and generosity, John D has decided that Cosmo donate John's due winnings to The Guide Dog Foundation for the Blind, based in Smithtown, Long Island. Cosmo is happy to do so, as it is an organization that Sean has supported in the past. And because of John's thoughtfulness, Sean will match Cosmo's donation. It's really a win-win :) Yes, a famous song by Kenny Rogers, but now an accurate way to describe Cosmo. Seems while I was away from the computer the other day, Cosmo made a few bets on the Pats-Jets game this coming Sunday. Damn dog! He's got action going with John D/Cliff and Big Rich. As if one bet wasn't enough. But I have to hand it to the little fella, he's been studying the scouting reports on this game intently (see photo). It's an 8.5-point spread and he's giving the points! He must be confident in those Patriots. If they cover, he gets a case of dog food from John and Cliff, and Jess and Sean get a dinner from Rich. If he loses, Cliff gets a $25 restaurant gift card and Jess and Sean take Rich and Ginger out to dinner. Pretty high stakes for a Corgi! So check out the game on Sunday at 4:30. This will likely be one of the most obtuse posts I write, so if you get lost or bored, it's me, not you :)
So, the Volvo turns 63 - why is that noteworthy, and where the heck did 63 come from? Well, it's rather interesting actually, depending on how you think about it. The mileage on the Volvo just turned 111,111. That in itself is a neat milestone. The number 63 comes from the fact that in binary 111111 is equal to 63 (in decimal - or base 10 - our usual number system). And what makes this milestone even more significant is that the Volvo attained said mileage on New Year's Day 2011, or 1/1/11. Now, that's a lot of 1s! One can have some fun with this, I found. For example, my odometer reads 100,111! I'm over a hundred thousand miles - jeez! And my Grandmother, who just celebrated her 90th birthday in fine fashion, has flipped the odometer all the way to 1,011,010 - over a million miles! Cosmo, on the other hand, just turned 7, and his odometer is only at 111. Must be the little legs. If you'd like to find out your "odometer" reading you can use the neat site wolfram|alpha. Just type in: convert [your age here] decimal to binary and hit the equals button to the right. Look for the answer where it says Result and keep those wheels turning. Cosmo intently monitoring the week 13 game via laptop. Well, we had a great run. But, this past Sunday (12/26), Team Cliff-John-Rich-Tim-Sean went out of the Suicide Pool, and in heartbreaking fashion to boot - an overtime loss (Redskins over the Jaguars). We (really Cliff, with the rest of us on his coat tails) had made it all the way to week 16! We were one of only 8 entries to have survived the grueling season of pick after pick. Bear in mind, the Pool began with 319 entries and the pot was a sweet one - just under $16,000! But even Cosmo couldn't help us pull this game out, and in a flash, it was all over. We'll be ready come next year! Thanks again Cliff! The Christmas tree. Some swear by the artificial ones. Others can't imagine not having a real tree. And then, there's the type of tree. There are pines, spruces, and firs. And then, there are varieties among those - the Balsam fir, the Douglas fir, the Fraser fir, and others. How to choose? And of course, if you have opted for a real tree, where do you go to get your beloved, needle-dropping friend for the next month or two? The local lot in town, one of the big home centers, dare I say Walmart? Or maybe, just maybe, you'd like to go and cut your own tree down. This cutting down your own tree fascination has become quite popular lately. Folks sometimes mark their selection months ahead of time. Well, there is one way to get a Christmas tree that is quite unique. Every year or so, Saquish Rowing Club gets an intrepid gang together to row about 4 miles, from Plymouth Harbor to a place called Clark's Island. A friend of the Club owns land on the Island, and to save some money on taxes, he "runs" a Christmas tree farm (thereby qualifying for some agricultural tax break). But, he needs these trees of his "farmed," and that's where the Club comes in: row to the Island, cut down a tree, throw it in a boat, and head home. So that's exactly what Jess and I did today! Sounds great, right? Well, you need to factor in the 32-degree weather, the 15-knot winds, and the nasty chop on the water. Needless to say, it was a challenge. At one point, I looked over to the nearby shore and realized we weren't moving forward at all. The Island was great though and scouting for a tree was fun. I have no idea what type we got, but I do know ... it's surely one of a kind! See the photos and video here. Our multi-friend yard sale this past Saturday (10/17) was a success. We took in over $630 collectively! Our take was about $180, and it will be going to buying a Roomba!
Snowflakes fell in Charlestown yesterday - DOH! Another tough week for the Pool - we lost two of our four entries. Going to see David Cross this evening. One of the guys on my Wednesday night team has a habit of manipulating photos of his teammates as well as producing some more extravagant follies ... Try JibJab Sendables® eCards today! |
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