Sunday, December 9, 2012


(McDonald's: Sometimes you got to do it.)

Yesterday, I walked ten miles.  Walking is my hobby.  The rice paddies aren't beautiful.  But they're quiet.  I get a lot of thinking done.

The family and I attended Jim's variety show.  My eldest son's performance as a game show host was absolutely marvelous.  He smoked the other children.  No kidding.  Jim dominated the entire event.

We went to McDonald's.  I had a Quarter-pounder and fries while the Children of the Rice enjoyed chicken McNuggets. The Dragon Lady doesn't eat that fast food crap.

My wife and I got into a fight.  She was taking too long at the supermarket.  I lost my patience.

I said, "What the heck are you doing?  Can we leave before Christmas, or should I set up a tent?"

She said, "You shut da mouth.  If you touch da food, I bleaking your finger."

Fighting in public sucks.  I get paranoid.  As a white man married to a local, I kind of stick out.  I should just relax.  Husbands and wives bicker.  It's all very natural.

We drove back to our Soviet-style concrete tenement.  I paid homage to the Christ God.  I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees.  I kneel because it symbolizes submission.

I fell asleep at 8 p.m.  I had a horrible nightmare.  My family and I died in a plane crash.

I woke up at 6 a.m.  That's a good ten hours of shuteye.  I must have been exhausted.  I usually settle for five or six.

It's currently 7:15 a.m.  It's colder than a witch's boob outside.  Below freezing. Nevertheless, I'm still going to walk ten miles.  Exercise is great stress relief.

Anyway, I'll talk to you later.  So long for now and God bless.


  1. I work for McDonald's and it's a great place to work.

  2. I don't know much about it. But I'm glad you enjoy your work. God bless.

  3. Don't argue with your wife: DICKER


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