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We went to Little Venice the other night to celebrate the better-half’s birthday (he’s a solstice baby) and enjoyed a wonderful meal.
We started with cocktails and I had a slightly goofy moment when the waiter asked me what vodka I’d like in my vodka tonic. I looked at the better-half and asked “what’s that stuff I like?” He answered, “SKYY” (the stuff I’ve been drinking for years but am a big old goof and can never remember the name–usually I just bumble around mumbling about the blue bottle).
We ordered the calamari and it was faintly breaded and served with a lemon wedge and marinara. The calamari were delicious just with the lemon but the marinara was also delicious and very fresh. While we were eating the appetizer, the owner came by to say hello. The restaurant definitely has its neighborhood regulars and it was a nice touch to have the owner stop by to our table and we’re hardly regulars.
The house salads were just standard iceberg lettuce with decent dressings, but the main courses were pretty damn good. The better-half got pollo saltimbocca and I got a special, flounder almondine. Both were served with green beans and roasted potatoes. The better-half’s plate could have been placed back on the shelf it was so clean when he finished. I ate more than three-quarters of my dish but decided to stop so there’d be room for dessert.
There was a very nice name for the dessert we ordered, but I can’t remember it. It was a chocolate creme caramel and it was really delicious–chocolately and caramelly. While we were waiting for the dessert, the owner came back around to our table with two large shot glasses filled with a milky liquid. I asked him if he was giving us a glass of milk and he said “No, limoncello creme. It’s like liquid viagra–good luck to the both of you.” I haven’t been comped a drink in years and this was an excellent drink to remind me how nice it is to have a drink on the house.
If you find yourself in Richmond, make your way to Little Venice. I’ve only been there twice but both times have been impressive.
Poults!
I ran through the house in a wet bathing suit shouting Turkeys! Turkeys! Turkeys!
When the better-half and I finally got back to the room with the best vantage point, we realized the hens had brought their poults by to visit.
Wandering Around The Yard
I decided to walk around the yard this evening and take some pictures.
Here’s a lily and a ladybug:
We’ve been calling these our VA Tech lilies:
It’s hard to tell in this shot but the bumblebees love the lavender:
This hydrangea bloomed last fall. I’m glad it is back on a regular schedule:
He does not approve:
Looks like dog puke doesn’t it? It is actually slime mold:
The Niece will be upset, but the blueberries are finally turning blue:
And, finally, our friend the rail lizard…the better-half has been referring to him as CSX:
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Miles Roby Would Agree
I think there needs to be a moratorium on using the words nine-one-one when discussing the attacks of September 11, 2001. The words nine-one-one indicate the phone number used to contact emergency responders. So, I think anyone who uses nine-one-one when they mean nine-eleven should be charged $25. And, if you do it on the teevee or the radio you should be taken out and shot. Media people should know better and whether they like it or not, they help set up the way people use language and by misusing this phrase they are saying to anyone who can hear their voice that it’s OK to sound like a moron. It’s not.
There’s a large sign near a local gas station/convenience store that advertises a family feast of a boatload of fried chicken for the low price of $7.99. They also use the word snack on the sign. So, which is it? A feast or a snack? Last night, as we were driving by, the better-half slowed way down so I could get a good look at the sign and then I went off. I’m prone to that, I guess. I declared that if I owned a sign store that I would have to kick customers in the ass while holding the door open because I would refuse to print signs that were stupid and contradictory. I wouldn’t be in business long.
Have you seen the Arizona iced tea bottle that tells you the tea is made with ginseng and jasmine honey? Actually what they mean is that it is there are three flavor ingredients–ginseng, jasmine and honey. Because they decided to let design win out over the appropriate use of commas, people are going to think there is either something called jasmine honey or that commas are just unnecessary. Maybe commas cost extra money and the Arizona tea company decided to save a hundredth of a cent.
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Ballin’ The Jack
We went to The Niece’s pre-school graduation this afternoon. The other kids were cute but none of them could touch The Niece’s effervescence. She had full-on excitement, smiles, giggles, waves and appropriate use of being out of step with all the other kids during their musical performances.
The new niece, whom I still must moniker, was more interested in flapping the graduation program and drinking her dinner (that’s my kind of girl, heh). I did have to break the news to her that she doesn’t have a sister so much as a ham bone. I think maybe my joke went over her head, but I’m sure she’ll laugh about it later.
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I’d Like To Get Off The Ride Now
I’m up to here in news that sucks and I’d really like to hear something good now. The list is actually pretty long and the items on the list include but are not limited to:
health problems that are annoying and include a round of Cipro
health problems that are long term and include an upcoming ultrasound
no news is not good news as far as the job is concerned; staff meeting just made everyone in my unit rage with the stupidity
divorce (no, the better-half and I are fine)
and, I can’t remember the other thing but, damn, I’m ready for vacation.
County fair in the country sun
It’s a scorcher out there already. I’m off today because there’s a bit of a lull in work tasks what with the uncertainty of what’s going to happen with the job–we did get a few extra month’s time to figure things out. I’m expecting big news at our meeting on Tuesday. I have a feeling I’ll be disappointed.
I fully intended to come up with something good today for this entry, but alas, I’m lame. And a geek too since I found this set on Flickr to be hilarious. I laughed and laughed this morning.
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Sometimes You Are The Bug
I had my car’s windshield replaced today. The windshield was hit by a rock one day on the way home several weeks ago and with the cool nights and hot days the hit turned into a crack. The crack has spread and was nearly completely across the entire piece of glass.
The car is due for inspection this month and I figured there was no way the windshield would pass—even though the crack wasn’t in my line of vision it was a bad enough crack that I knew if I picked up another rock hit the windshield would look like someone had taken a bat to it.
I watched some of the install process today and I was fascinated by the power caulk gun. Suhweet. Who knew? I was also amazed at how the car just snaps into a bunch of pieces like those little plastic cars that used to come in cereal boxes—a flat, stamped piece of plastic that you snapped out and clicked together. I always have assumed car equals rivets, manly welded joints, etc. Not so much. At least not around the windshield.
Now the car is ready for an inspection and a 60K check-up. Does anyone else get the regular check-ups? I’ve never really done those check-ups until I got this car. I haven’t done every single one but if a major mileage milestone happens around inspection time (and it usually does) then I go ahead and have it checked out. If nothing else the pollen filter will get changed and I swear that filter works.
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