maddmom is right now about to spend all of my money on a spanking new two-tons of South Korean steel. I'm excited to see how it goes. I don't feel too bad about this because at least these guys were on our side the last time we there was some kind of blow-up over there. Hell, it makes me feel damn near patriotic. Look, how many of our WW2 allies make good cars? I'll wait...........go on...........that's right. None. Canada and Mexico don't count because they are mostly GM and or Chrysler and based on my experience, those cars suck.
Now for the last 20 or so years, it seemed that in order for a country to build a really good automobile they had to have been agressively firebombed for four years in the fourties. But no longer. Ten kajillion South Koreans all working together have managed to keep Communism at bay and make a decent minivan without the mechanized destruction of their pre-war totalitarian society. Which is nice.
So, other than selling my first-born for basic transportation, I've been trying to dig myself out from under a mountain of crap that has piled up in the three weeks (effectively) that I was gone. First and foremost, travel exhaustion. I barely made it home before midnight on Sunday after a blissful six hours in the Philadelphia airport. Then I had to get back to work Monday and deal with everything I was ignoring last week, and all the stuff that piled up for the two weeks before that. In addition, I had to activate my sweet new Blackberry to replace the one I killed the morning after the Police show.
I also tried to work out this morning, but I forgot about the massive hip trauma I recieved at the beach when I stepped off the third step and thought it was the bottom. It seems massive bruising and lower-back injury doesn't go well with squats and deadlifts, even really light ones. I am now crying like a little girl.
I have major amounts of paperwork to do, a training class to develop and a new job opportunity to investigate, not to mention everyday average work and kid stuff to deal with, so things are back to normal here at the McMahonsion.
Oh yeah, if you find yourself in Philadelphia, go here and spend lots of money. I have no way of knowing how many drinks these wonderful people bought me, so buy them a few back. Thanks to maddad's brother (not Endo the Bicycleman, the other one) for keeping me alive and un-punched (I think) for most of my vacation and for cleaning his bathroom floor so carefully. Hardly a red pube in sight.
I will have pictures up once I get the camera charged up. I have so much stuff charging in my basement that the streetlights have dimmed and I'm worried I'll blow the transformer, so you'll need to wait for those. But what's new, right?
I've got to go make the boys their dinner and they had better enjoy it, if maddmom gets her way we'll all be eating government cheese in our shiny new Kar.