I have already forgotten what I ordered from my friend, Damon. He outdid himself on this tasty, handcrafted beer. I believe he calls it ‘Jolly Roger’ somethin’-or-other.
Mmmmm . . . mmmmmm . . . good.
Check out the last review.
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I have already forgotten what I ordered from my friend, Damon. He outdid himself on this tasty, handcrafted beer. I believe he calls it ‘Jolly Roger’ somethin’-or-other.
Mmmmm . . . mmmmmm . . . good.
Check out the last review.
“I get too emotionally attached to be a hooker.”
–Sam
At the moment I am trying to make a move up the corporate ladder. Yup, I am climbing up ‘The Man’s’ damn ladder. Hey, it looks good on the resume and it means more money while the Elder Extroverted Holy One is in school.
I work for Presentation Services or PSAV which holds the audio visual services contract in many properties across the states. I found that a director of event technologies (which used to be director of av) position is open at the Marriott at Vanderbilt University. This is a very cool opportunity because not only is it advancement but it’s also closer to EEHO’s school and the Young Extroverted One’s school. Plus, the hours are a little more flexible and no real late night rigging hours.
Now on to the peeves: With this new property I am very close to downtown and have to drive through downtown. So, not only do I have to get familiar with new traffic patterns I also have to watch out for more pedestrians. And this is where you have to listen to this song while reading the next paragraph (if you can): In the Middle, In the Middle, In the Middle – by They Might Be Giants.
I began noticing the awful practice of crossing a busy, wide street in the middle of the block when I spent a short time living in Memphis with the then fiance EEHO (although she was just the Extroverted One at the time). We would be driving down Union to Idlewild Presbyterian Church (where she and I worked) and these people would be crossing the street at random times and spots along the block. On top of that they were going slow!?! As if daring us to run them over. Well, I am seeing the same thing here in Nashville. It’s not like it’s miles to the next corner to cross appropriately and safely. The corner and a traffic light are right nearby! I feel like I’m playing Frogger but I’m one of the cars and the not-so-smart pedestrian is the not-so-smart frog. I just don’t understand it. Does this happen everywhere? Is it just a southern ‘thang’? I just don’t get it.
My next pet peeve is probably a lot of people’s. The lack of turn signal use which really pushes my buttons. It really is the only thing that makes me yell out loud when I am driving. With this new commute I have been doing I’ve been seeing it more and it drives (ha!) me nuts.
Last, but not least, is rampant cell phone use while driving. I feel like I’m the only one that’s not using the phone. Am I somewhat indaquate that I don’t have conversations to carry on while I’m driving home? Am I not important enough? I just don’t see what is so important that it can’t wait until you get out of your car or before you even get in the car.
Heck, those are the folks that aren’t using turn signals I bet . . .
Okay, it seems that every blogger in Nashville is talking about this potential purchase of the Nashville Predators by a Canadien (gasp) businessman. As a hockey fan I might as well jump on this bandwagon and say my piece (or is it peace? MTA a little help?) about the impending transaction.
To start off this post I must share an anecdote. The day I drove the Uhaul filled with our possessions I tuned in to one of the sports radio networks (I can’t remember which one) when they announced that Paul Kariya had just signed on to be a Predator. Hearing that announcement made the move from my beloved Black Mountain, North Carolina to Nashville worth it. The Elder Extroverted Holy One’s acceptance into Vanderbilt Divinity School aside I was all about living in a town with a NHL team again.
Okay, back to the topic at hand.
First of all the deal is not done.
Hoops need to be jumped through and so forth and so on. However, I am as pessimistic about the outcome as most others are.
I must say that the current predicament the Preds are in I’m going to have to blame the corporate entities here in Nashville. As the Wall Street Journal says, “In a league where teams shoot for a 65-35 split between corporate and consumer ticketholders, the Predators’ fan base is about 30% corporate and 70% consumer.”
One can’t expect the fan base in this southern town to carry the whole burden of supporting the team. It has to be the whole community, which includes the local businesses. It seems that we, as fans, have done quite a lot to support our team. Heck, the Young Extroverted One loved our experience so much that she cried when I took someone else to a game! If I could afford it I would definitely get a couple of season tickets so I can take her to every game and to support our team.
When I worked for the Carolina Hurricanes it was extremely tough to make fans out of NASCAR and ACC basketball fans. It basically took a Stanley Cup win to build a following but there was definitely a core fan base that stuck it through the whole time. Plus, it took the local Raleigh businesses to get behind them. That’s what we need here.
But I must also keep in mind that this is all about business. If the deal goes through and the lease agreements aren’t made then Balsillie can do whatever he chooses with the team. If he decides to move it to a more hockey friendly community, like anywhere in Canada, then that’s his prerogative. I love hockey, I love the Predators but this relationship can’t work if the entire community doesn’t jump in to support them as well.
If any out-of-towners would like to support the Introvert/Extrovert family’s wishes to help support the Nashville Predators with season tickets then leave a comment below with your pledges. A hockey fan representative will contact you shortly.
Saw this guy at a golf course country club thingy today. The Elder Extroverted Holy One’s older brother and his wife, daugter and son are in town this week and we had brunch with them somewhere around Hendersonville. This high-falutin’-collared-tucked-in-only-unless-it’s-designed-not-to-be-tucked-in-shirt-only place seemed a little out of the ordinary for William Lee Golden. But then again I don’t know they guy at all. He just didn’t blend in well with all of the other short haired yuppy, quite possibly replubican types that were browsing the pro shop.
**This post is dedicated to my mom. A country music fan for whom I need to update with all my country music artist brushes with fame. It makes her really jealous.**
“Whose ultrasound picture is this?”
As we showed her the Elder Extroverted Holy One’s ultrasound picture with a new itty bitty (quite possibly extroverted) fetus.
Needless to say, YEO is very excited to be a big sister!
“I love love.” -the Young Extroverted One
Last week I got the bug for some basic home improvement. We have a lovely front porch on our house and for the longest time had a couple of folding chairs, a plastic picnic table (kid-sized) and several pint-sized . . . mmmmmmmm pint . . . chairs. There were hooks already installed in the ceiling of the porch but they were of questionable descent. So, after removing the old, scary hooks I realized that there was acceptable safety in what the hooks were installed in.
I ran to the home improvement store and picked up some eye-hooks, springs, quicklinks and a porch swing. What a difference a porch swing makes! We have sat upon that thing everyday since the installation. The weather here is not oppressively hot yet so it has been enjoyable to be on our front porch. With the occasional waves and “How ya doin’?”‘s with the people who live on our street it has been a different world.
Then there is the other side of front porch livin’. We observe the traffic patterns on our street better from our perch. It’s looking like there might be some drug/prostitution activity farther down on our street. Ah, gotta love life in East Nashville. We hope things might change for the better since we’re outside more. And with the Young Extroverted One playing with the neighboor’s son there is more of a presence of children and family life. Hopefully, a family with children will move in on the other side of our house to further encourage community.
In the meantime, Bosco (90 pound mixed breed of BIG ancestry) will be on the porch with us during this lovely stretch of weather. It also won’t hurt to make a courtesy call to the East Precinct‘s non-emergency phone number.
The Young Extroverted One received her latest disc from Netflix yesterday. It was The Looney Tunes Golden Collection: Volume 1, Disc 1 and it was as funny to me now as it was to me when I was a kid. Luckily for me it was funny for her too.
I have always wondered if the old cartoons can make a youngin’ laugh now and they do. Sure, there were some things that they wouldn’t put in a cartoon nowadays but I think it was way over YEO’s head. Plus, I think I turned out alright after watching all of those cartoons as a kid. Right?
Predators’ favorite vegetable? The artiCHOKE.
aaaarrrrrrrrgggggghhhhh!