That was a miserable weekend, on many fronts.  Things started off well on Friday, with a day off from work.  I kind of slacked off all day, not accomplishing much.  That evening we hooked up with the Munkirs at the Blue Moose for some dinner.  Quite a tasty meal;  I’m rather fond of that place.  The atmosphere was a bit sullied by the mob of children that somebody had unleashed in the dining room, but otherwise an enjoyable dinner.

Saturday morning started off as usual, which is to say I was up enjoying my coffee and reading the newspaper.  Somewhere around 8:30 Donette was rudely startled out of bed by the Nebraska Furniture Mart truck out front.  I have often heard people complain about the delivery service of NFM, apparently with good reason;  They had called me on Friday to confirm that they would be there between noon and 2:00.  Knuckleheads.  So, Donette shot up out of bed and got dressed, while I tried to corral the dogs and get them out of the way.  Anyway, to make a long story short, none of our new furniture fit up the stairs.  Actually, they didn’t even really try.  They tried the armoire, and I will certainly agree that piece wasn’t going to happen.  The mover-dudes were then convinced that none of was going to fit, so they didn’t even try the remaining pieces.  I was pretty bummed.  It was nice furniture, all solid oak with solid cedar drawers.  Not to mention, we haven’t had a freaking dresser EVER and I was looking forward to not having my socks spread across three bedrooms.  Well, I guess we still don’t have one.  So, they stuck it all in the garage and said somebody would be by to pick it up in twenty minutes or so, and went on their merry way.  As soon as they left, it struck me that I really didn’t feel well at all.  Omitting the gory details, this feeling was confirmed very shortly thereafter.  I spent the entire rest of the day in bed watching movies and popping nyquil.  Bummer.  Oh yeah, my day of misery was punctuated when the NFM jokers called at 8:00 that night to let me know that they were finally on their way to pick up the furniture.  Apparently 20 minutes had morphed into 11 hours.

Sunday was about the equivalent of Saturday, except Donette ended up with the same bug I had and joined me in the sick bay.  In short, I got cheated out of my entire weekend by an untimely illness.  Gosh, good thing it didn’t hit during the work-week, I would have had to dip into my 11 years of built up sick time.

We at pkenagy.com will be approximately one day behind in this week’s update due to an illness in the administrative department.

I hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving.  Ours was all good; Even the grilled turkey experiment turned out favorably.  It only took 3 hours, kept the stove freed up for other stuff, and didn’t make the mess of deep-frying one.  After dinner we took a quick nap and then headed down to Todd’s, where we watched the Plaza Lighting from the relative safety of his living room.

Friday was a work day, albeit not much of one.  I managed to get Gabe in to the Vet, as his horrible tummy issue from last week wasn’t magically going away.  Poor lil’ guy, it got so bad we couldn’t stand to have his stinky butt in the same room.  Not remarkably, it turned out he had another one of his intestinal infections.  (Like anybody in the same zip code couldn’t diagnose THAT one.)  They gave him a few shots and sent him home with some medicine, a can of industrial air freshener, and a hefty bill.

Saturday I went over to a neighbor’s house and worked on his PC issue most of the morning.  He’d been unable to connect to the Internet for a few weeks, presumably because of a suspect email he’d clicked a while back.  After at least an hour of head-scratching, we found out that the problem wasn’t a virus, but that his wireless card was turned off.  Literally, there was a little switch on the bottom of his laptop that had been inadvertently set to “off.”  Clicked it to “on,” and the mysterious connectivity problem was solved.  Good grief.  After that humbling experience, I headed over to Microcenter and bought a few of their big “sale” items.  Nothing too spectactular, I just felt I needed to contribute my little part to the post-Thanksgiving economy.  The miserable drive from Wornall to Metcalf via 95th street reminded of two very important words though;  “Online Shopping.”  Henceforth, I declare that if I can’t get it in Brookside, Waldo, or online, I don’t really need it.  Later in the evening, we headed to Northtown for Schmidt’s 40th birthday party.  It was a surprise party, and a well-disguised one at that;  He’s not 40, and it wasn’t his birthday.  Sneaky.  Hey, that’s one way to catch somebody off guard.

Sunday I spent the better part of the afternoon making a pot of gumbo from the leftover Thanksgiving turkey.  It came out much better than my last pot… I’m starting to get the method down.  I think I will call gumbo-making my winter project.  It serves lots of good purpose;  Keeps the leftovers down, makes the house smell good, and roux-stirring seems to be the only exercise I can do these days without hurting myself.  Sad, but true.  I had to work Sunday night, so the rest of the day was spent dreading that.  Kind of a day-killer.

I guess the holiday season is here again, and there’s not a dang thing I can do about it.  Suffer through it and wait for Spring.  We are doing Thanksgiving dinner at our house this year, which promises to be an adventure.  Not sure what we’re going to do with all the beasties while we try to eat though;  that has me a bit concerned.  I can already envision the cat jumping up on the table and helping himself to some gravy, and the dogs drooling all over everyone’s feet.  Sigh.  I am planning to grill the turkey on a Weber, and that should be an interesting feat in itself.  The directions on the website sound deceptively simple… color me skeptical.  I put the odds on food poisoning at about 50%.  (Don’t worry though, there is a good chinese place down the street that I’ve got lined up for a backup plan.)

Not a bad weekend overall.  Friday we met all the young ‘uns (and Todd) down at George Brett’s on the Plaza for some appetizers.  After dinner they all went to a movie, while the old folks bailed for home.  I spent the rest of the evening tweaking my new home firewall policy, as I felt I hadn’t spent quite enough time working on firewalls all week.  Good grief I am a friggin’ LOSER!!!  I now have a dedicated PC in the basement running Fedora FC5 that does nothing but manage the firewall, because I’m too cheap to spend the $50 on the Windows version.  Rather sad and ridiculous now that I think about it.  (It’s a pretty darn cool firewall though, I must admit…)

Saturday we spent the majority of the day at Nebraska Furniture Mart.  Oh, the horror.  We had planned on going, but I wasn’t aware they were doing some kind of pre-Thanksgiving sale.  It was nightmarish to be sure.  As soon as we saw the line to get in the parking lot we bailed out for lunch to gather our wits.  We had a very tasty lunch at the Yard House to soothe our nerves a bit, then dove into the fray.  Our main goal was a surround sound system for the TV room downstairs.  We had our sights set on a Sony system because it was the only one I’d seen with a good wireless option for the rear speakers.  I don’t really like Sony stuff though, for no particular reason, so I wasn’t overly excited about it.  We ended up with a Samsung system instead, which looks pretty nice.  Unfortunately I can’t hook it up because I don’t have the evil HDMI cable yet.  NFM wanted $99 for a 3′ cable; I found a 6′ one on mwave for 9 bucks but I have to wait for them to ship it of course.  Now, granted it doesn’t have a lifetime warranty like the $99 one, so if it mysteriously goes bad I can replace it nine more times.  After that purchase, me made the poor decision to stroll upstairs and look at bedroom sets.  Three hours and a credit-limit-extension later, we left with a new set up for our bedroom.  I’m actually pretty pumped about it… we finally will be getting the king-size bed we’ve wanted for fifteen years.  Not to mention, an actual dresser to put our clothes in, so we don’t have to just stack them on the spare bed anymore.  Odd things make me happy in my old age.  All that shopping wore us out, so we went home and rested a bit, then headed up north with Ed and Kim to have dinner at Ronda’s house.  (Donette’s sister.)  She fixed a grilled chicken dinner that would have fed at least 15 people.  Not wanting to waste any of it, I ate enough for about 7 people and then we hung out and watched college football for the rest of the evening.

Sunday was the same ol’ same ol’.  I guess Donette did have to run back out NFM and pick up our stereo, but I graciously declined that trip.  It turned out to be a bad decision on my part, as I ended up spending a few hours cleaning up a little accident that Gabe had, involving about half of the first floor of our house.  I’m sure everyone would get much joy from the sordid details, but I’m still a little queasy about the whole situation and don’t think I’m quite ready to talk about it yet.  Shudder.  Just take my word for it;  the time he puked in the TV room pales in comparison.  After that, I headed down to the Brooksider to watch the football games and let the house air out a bit.  I’m trying not to get overly pumped and jinx myself, but my Fantasy Football team is just kicking butt.  I would not be surprised if I end up with more in high-score payouts than whoever wins the first place gets.  I’ll get another notch this week unless some kicker tonight makes like 10 field goals over 40 yards… things are looking good at this point.

Man that game stunk.  Actually it wasn’t that bad of a game…  but KC lost, which in my limited scope of football analysis means “it stunk.”  Unfortunately my despair over the defeat seems to  have carried over into today, rendering me unable to post a good, solid update.  Or it could just be a basic lack of interest.

We actually had a pretty busy weekend.  I had the day off on Friday, so I trekked out south and visited Mom for the afternoon.  Had a good lunch in lovely uptown Peculiar at their swanky new coffee shop and checked out all the pictures from her recent cruise.  After all that driving I had to nap for a while, and then we headed down for a few hours at the Brooksider.   Remarkable, but true.  After chatting with everyone for a while, I drove Donette and Susan down to some restaurant down on Southwest Blvd for their “girl’s night.”  The name of the restaurant escapes me now, but since I wasn’t there I don’t guess it’s that important anyway.  I know they had “tapas” for dinner, which for some reason rates one as of my top ten annoying words.  Try to remember that should you ever get the urge to ask me out for “tapas.”  Maybe that works in Johnson County, where people think using an annoying word will actually make the food taste better.  I can do without “tapas,” or “little plates” or any other trendy term.  “Appetizers” will suit me just fine.

Saturday I spent the greater part of the afternoon working on a friend’s PC.  Wow… virus-ridden mess.  Never did get his email working but at least it quit randomly dialing 900 #’s, which is a good thing.   For our evening entertainment we went to a “garage party” at a friend’s house.  This guy does a show on a local radio station, The Blues Kitchen, so he was able to hook up some awesome blues talent for the party.  Add to that some good barbecue and a solid crowd, and it made for quite a party.  The Martins came out with us, and we actually stayed for like 5 hours, which is at least 3 good hours past my usual attention span.  There was some good “people watching” entertainment to be had also… I can’t even begin to explain some of the characters, so I won’t bother trying.  Words wouldn’t do justice; definitely required a camera.

Sunday… well, you know, football and television.  Since my fantasy football outlook has improved considerably as of late, I find myself actually half-interested in a lot of the games.  I went down to the ‘Sider and watched the noon games with the usual crowd, and then headed home and watched the 3:00’s on my couch with my laptop.  After all that lethargy, the Martins came over again (they just can’t stay out of Midtown) and we went to Susan’s for a tasty shrimp dinner.  Her and John stir-fried a bunch of shrimp in some scallions, garlic, and a rather prodigious dose of chili-garlic paste.  Quite tasty, in a my-mouth-is-on-fire kind of way.  Nothing a big bowl of vanilla ice cream didn’t fix up.