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- I can resist anything but temptation.
- Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere’s Fan, 1892, Act I
Irish dramatist, novelist, & poet (1854 – 1900)
I’m Catholic. Not the best one around, but I’m working on it….. starting tomorrow. Anyway, today is Fat Tuesday for you Mardi Gras folk. That means tomorrow for Catholics around the world, it’s Ash Wednesday. And that marks the beginning of Lent. So for the next 40 days and 40 nights, Catholics are expected to (as best I can explain) sacrifice something we enjoy in the name of the Lord.
So, in the spirit of Lent, I have compiled a list of sacrifices. Why a list of sacrifices instead of just one? It’s simple. I haven’t been the best Catholic around and I want to make it up to the Man upstairs for all the years I didn’t step up to the plate. Hopefully when my time comes, he’ll take this into consideration. 
So without further ado, here is what I will be sacrificing…
- Red Meat -This will be extremely tough, since it is well known that I am a big time carnivore.
- Iced Tea - If you only knew how much I drink this stuff. If iced tea were alcohol, I would be dead by now.
- Alcohol – I’m not what you would call a big drinker by any means. I won’t crave it, but peer pressure will be a factor. And my peers can be pretty rough.
- Church – Basically I want to at least go to church every Sunday during Lent. Doesn’t sound hard, huh? Did I mention I love to sleep?
- Fasting After 5pm – I did this one year and it was rough. Don’t know if I can do it again with all the other restrictions. Big lunches. BIG lunches…
So that’s it. I will give it the old college try. But Lent starts tomorrow. Which means tonight you can find me at Texas Roadhouse after 5pm with a thick juicy steak and sweet tea in my glass. And I apologize now if I’m not my usual chipper self over the next six weeks. History dictates that I’ll be a little cranky.
-Dave Q.
So I had been getting away with dressing casual at work for a while now. But those days are over. My supervisor let me know yesterday that we needed to dress more appropriately in the office. Apparently he has something against flip flops and t-shirts that promote alcoholic beverages. Kidding.
But seriously, I know he just wants us to have a professional appearance. And he’s not a bad guy or anything. He’s just watching out for us. And no, he doesn’t read this blog. Or if he ever did, I know he wouldn’t be reading it anymore. He doesn’t always get my sense of humor. Imagine that.
So now I have to start taking my clothes to the dry cleaners again. And getting up earlier to iron. And shine my shoes. Don’t get me wrong. I want to look sharp. But that’s a lot of effort to put forth when you’re just going to work. I wish there was someone I was trying to impress. At least that would motivate me.
-Dave Q.
I finally got up to making some use of the photo gallery page. Just a bunch of random pictures. I didn’t bother to put in any captions or anything like that, so they are open to artistic interpretation. 
-Dave Q.
So a good friend of mine is facing a change of residence due to his career path. He is trying to decide on which city to call home for the foreseeable future. His choices break down to these:
- Chicago
- Dallas
- Los Angeles
- Miami
- New York
Seeing as out of all his options I’ve only spent time in Los Angeles (I need to travel more), I can only make a suggestion based on my limited knowledge. From everything I’ve heard, New York is awesome if you’re making at least 6 figures. If not, then it sucks. Dallas is in Texas, and if I were going to make a big move, I would at least want to get out of Texas. L.A. is in California. And California is a beautiful state. But most people in California are weirdos. Most people! I will probably get flamed for that, so I stress the “most” part.
That leaves Miami and Chicago. At this point I would flip a coin. Never spent time in either city, so I would do some research. I hear the weather is nice in Miami. And that it’s full of Cubans. Not sure what Chicago has, except snow. And fewer Cubans. Decisions, decisions…
-Dave Q.
