Running an inn is not without its challenges. But, for the most part it’s pretty stress-free and interesting. There are extremely busy days, mountains of laundry, always some fix-it job that needs doing, but nothing that poses life or death decisions for the most part. Except during tornadoes, but let’s not go there. (more…)
Posts Tagged ‘humor’
Back Away From the Buffet
Posted in awards, blogging, breakfast, dessert, desserts, dieting, drinks, Family, food, health, humor, Jansen Schmidt, resolutions, soup, travel, vacation, words, writing, tagged adventurous, all-you-can-eat, buffets, burgers, comedian, dieting, dining, food, funny, funny video, humor, John Pinette, losing weight, meat, New Years Resolutions, overeating, pizza, potatoes, restaurants, taste buds, Youtube on December 17, 2018| 10 Comments »
I don’t know about you, but I love to eat. I like all kinds of food and I like to try new foods. I know there are a lot of people, some of my readers included, who are basically burgers and pizza kind of people, but I’m adventurous when it comes to trying food. Oh sure, I like meat and potatoes as much as the next guy, but I also like to try stuff. Within reason. Some things I’m pretty sure I won’t eat. (more…)
Why Is That?
Posted in blogging, dogs, Fiction, food, friends, health, humor, Jansen Schmidt, weather, writing, tagged baking, chief, chiefs, curiosities, hot dog buns, hot dogs, humor, humorous, meteorologist, oddball things, rainfall amounts, random, sweet bread, vanilla, weird stuff on July 16, 2018| 8 Comments »
Have you ever seen, heard, contemplated something that made you scratch your head? Perhaps you looked, listened, contemplated again and still couldn’t figure it out? Something that made you question: Why is that? Well I don’t know about you, but I do this on a significantly frequent basis. (more…)
My Pick For President
Posted in awards, blogging, Family, Fiction, friends, humor, Jansen Schmidt, love, resolutions, romance, success, words, writers, writing, tagged 100 years old, aging, dating, elections, harmonica, humor, Jay Leno, voting, White House, Youtube on February 1, 2016| 12 Comments »
I don’t know about you, but I hate election years. I’m so not political. I mean, I know what’s right and I know what’s wrong and I certianly wouldn’t want to be Commander In Chief with a country as messed up as ours. But, all of the back-stabbing and pointing fingers and “I’m-better-than-you,” crap is really annoying. Let’s talk issues and solutions not who’s got more accolades or speeding tickets or whatever.
But, enough of my soapbox lecture. Let me just show you, who I’d like to see running this country.
Someone like Dorothy Custer would make things happen. She doesn’t have any excuses, she’s not afraid to work hard and she calls it how she sees it.
What say you? Do you like Dorothy’s healthy outlook on life? Wouldn’t you like to see this little lady in the White House, even for just one day or one week?
Word of the Day: Xeriograft
Fun fact about me: I’m really not very fond of Japanese Lady Beetles.
Original post by Jansen Schmidt, January 2016. Video courtesy YouTube.
Don’t spill my beer!
Posted in baja bug, beer, blogging, driving, first car, humor, stick shift, writing, tagged baja bug, beer, driving, first car, humor, stick shift on February 1, 2012| 40 Comments »
At the end of last year, blogger extraordinaire, Ginger Calem, blogged about memories of her first car. There were many responses to that post, one of which was mine. (See http://www.gingercalem.wordpress.com). I’ve been thinking about that post ever since and those thoughts were the brain child of this month’s blog topic.
When I got my first car, I had my driver’s license and had been driving independently for over a year. I learned to drive on my parents’ Plymouth Volare. I know, you’re all insanely jealous, but alas, we did live in the lap of luxury so we could afford those extra little creature comforts. (Yeah right.) But, that’s not the real issue I’m discussing here. My first car was a rebuilt 1969 Volkswagen beetle. It was being used by our neighbors as a chicken feed storage bin and was infested with cobwebs and black widow spiders when we towed the thing home with 4 flat tires and a broken windshield.
This whole dream car thing started when my family and I took a little camping trip along the Northern California coast the summer before my senior year of high school. There were a lot of people having a lot of fun on the sand dunes, including a boy – a really cute boy – who had an awesome baja bug! It was love at first sight. Not so much for the boy, although he was dreamy, as for that really cute, totally cool car. My parents were over-the-top pleased that my heart’s desire for a “first car” was a Volkswagen. They’d lucked out. My brother wanted a brand new turbo-charged Mustang (which he got by the way) and I only wanted a cheap, used, inexpensive-to-insure, beetle!
That started the search for my dream car and my dad’s new project – building a baja bug! As any awesome dad would do, he made my dream come true. He transformed that feed shed into my very first cute little car. About a week before school started, it was ready. Bright and shiny and purring like a kitten. One problem – I didn’t know how to drive a stick shift. Dad to the rescue again. Below is an almost verbatim re-telling of my one and only lesson for learning to drive a stick shift:
Sunday afternoon. Not a cloud in the sky. Dad drives us out to outer Mongolia where we’re sure not to encounter another living person, pulls over to the side of the road and gets out. I adjust my new driver’s seat, buckle my new seat belt, adjust my new killer radio and sparkly new mirrors (in that order) and place hands on the steering wheel at 10 and 2. I look to my dad for instructions. He cracks open a beer and says, “Well drive. And don’t spill my beer.”
Now, please understand, I am NOT condoning this method of instruction. Nor is this particularly good parenting. However, I understand now my dad’s redneck way of getting me to learn to drive with that extra pedal on the floor. The one thing my dad loves more than almost anything is beer. To waste even one small drop by allowing it to spill is nothing short of sacrilige. I didn’t want that hanging over my head. And, heaven knows I didn’t want my new car smelling like beer. I was only 17 years old for crying out loud! Let me tell you, I learned quickly how to ease off that clutch. We jerked down that road exactly one time in each gear before I got the hang of it. Dad held the beer can out the window just in case, but it only took that one lesson and I was driving like a pro! According to my dad, it was a one-beer lesson. I think he was a little disappointed that I caught on so quickly.
Anyway, suffice it to say, I haven’t had an automatic transmission vehicle since 1981. I not only learned how to drive a manual transmission, I fell in love with the manual transmission.
So there you have it. My drinking and driver’s education trip down memory lane!
Now tell me, what’s your “learning to drive” story?
Word of the Day: Demurrage
Fun fact about me: I’ve never had a broken bone! (knocking on wood now)