That Means No.
So Andrew needed to go poo. He went in the bathroom and started doing his thing. A minute later, I walked by and asked him if he was done. So he lets out this ridiculously long (read: IMPRESSIVE) fart and punctuates it by saying “That means *NO*…”
Geaux Promotions Month in Review - March 2009
This month, we sold:
500 Lighters
150 Nurse’s Fanny Packs
100 InspireRings Autism Awareness Pendants
143 T-Shirts (over 4 orders)
1000 Latex Balloons
4000 Stadium Cups (over 4 orders)
1930 Pens (over 3 orders)
1 Digitally Printed Table Cover
650 Tote Bags (over 2 orders)
50 Yard Signs
250 Mini Trash Cans
1000 Return Envelopes
100 Junior Padfolios
200 Recycled Click Pens
1 Recognition Plaque
1000 Stadium Cup Lids
250 Frost Flex Stadium Cups
50 Leather Padfolios
100 Bike Sports Bottles
160 Slap-n-wrap Can Coolers
The highlight of the month is definitely the 125 Vacuum Insulated Tumblers … Alex and I drove to Atlanta at the last minute to go to our supplier to pick up a client’s order so they would have their tumblers for the next day. 1000 Miles, 17 hours of (practically) non-stop driving and we made it with 2 hours to spare before their event.
I saved a critter tonight!
Who threw away this perfectly good raccoon?!
My wife picked me up from the office today and later on brought me back to my car. As I’m getting out of the van we hear some sort of noise. Sounded like someone/something in the dumpster.So I grab my trusty Maglite from the car and proceed to investigate. I peek into the dumpster and see a racoon. Hanging onto the dumpster lid (which a corner of it falls into the dumpster) trying to climb out, but can’t because there’s not enough trash to reach the top. So it was jumping onto the lid and trying to climb up onto it to get out, but couldn’t pull himself up out of the dumpster.
Of course, I can’t let it sit there and die… No way it’s gonna get itself out. So I run into the office and find a large enough box I can put in there to give it sort of a ladder/ramp to climb up and over to get out. Success!
The weird thing was, it never was scared of me. Never showed any fear. He was definitely exhausted and must have been in there for a long time. Even after shining the flashlight at it, it was more interested in getting out than anything else. When I put the box in, it was in the way, so I figured the box would scare it into moving… Nope he immediately started trying to climb out using it, not giving a second thought to the scary human at the other end of the box. After realizing the spot I wanted to lay the box wasn’t going to work I just laid it against the outside of the dumpster and let him do his thing. He got to the top of the dumpster, jumped down and ran off.
Run critter run! Be free!
Quiet day today.
So this is my first official post on the new ChrisGarcia.com … It’s Sunday, I’m not working at Papa or Geaux today. I wasted a lot of time today relaxing vegetating when there was things I needed to do.
The 240SX needs an oil change badly. Almost 1000 miles overdue and when your car has over 211000 miles on it, I’d imagine it’s not a good idea to wait too long between changes.
The lawn needs to be mowed. I can blame that one on the weather though. It’ll need to be done some time this week. Hopefully I can find time (or “make time” as some of those motivational speakers like to say) to do it on one of my evenings off this week. Otherwise, I’ll be doing the “mow 3 feet and restart the mower” dance.
I’m cooking shrimp and sausage jambalaya tonight for dinner… That is if Carla will ever get home with the last few ingredients I need. Stick around and maybe one day I’ll post my recipe. Yum.
