Let the Summer Begin!

We're watching our second episode of Chuck. As of 32 minutes in, I'm thinking the only reason to watch is "Captain Awesome." Other than that, I find myself being distracted by other activities - such as the blog. Though, I haven't noted much as work has consumed me once again. This time, I'm writing a European Product Guide for the new "M" burger that launched in France and Germany a few weeks ago - and one burger that's overtaken Chris' life since moving to Paris almost three years ago. Good thing the new premium burger is doing well! Again, as Chris' business manager, I like to gather substantial evidence why I think he should be promoted.
Today I got my hand slapped a bit by the lesbian who manages our building (not that being a lesbian is problematic, it just adds a bit more comedic detail to the story). I bought mulch to place around flowers I planted in our front walkway. In addition, I also sprinkled slug killer to keep the snails from eating my hard work. Turns out the blue pellets are poisonous to dogs so she wanted me to ask her next time before doing any work. This, combined with the fact that I rearranged her efforts last week as she planted bushes and solar lights in designs that made no sense, probably makes her frustrated. I don't think she's mad - she actually appreciates my efforts. It's just managing the building, and yard work, is her job and not mine. So, understandably, I should ask. I just don't like to.
When I was on the train to Zurich Friday, I noticed in the bathroom a small pimple forming on the right-hand side of my forehead. So of course, I started to worry it would get bigger and ruin my weekend. So how ironic is it that the pimple disappeared on Saturday and was replaced by two large red bumps on the left hand side– the unfortunate result of me smashing my head against a glass wall on the train as I caught a glimpse of an advertisement featuring the gay model of the moment Chad White (only to try and better understand what makes him such a big deal).
My train ride to Zurich couldn't have been easier. No security check. Nothing. From our house to my train seat: 20 minutes. I did find it funny that as soon as we crossed over into Switzerland, border patrol with guns came through asking to see our passports. Luckily the weather is cooperating as it's around 70 degrees. So, we've been walking the city since 11:00 a.m. We've stopped for a bathroom break at DP's apartment, then onto the lake for another stroll until early evening when we'll return, rest, and get ready for the big White Party tonight. Not sure what to expect with the gay dance, but I'll make note that I'm not expecting much. It's always better to think the worst.
It will be my first time in Switzerland. I'm catching the 12:34 train from Munich to Zurich - another first. I've charged my computer, packed reading material, and planned for a pleasant four hour ride in first class (before any comments are noted, there isn't that much of a price difference between classes). So check back later this weekend, or Monday, for an update from Zurich!
Feeling bored at work? Check out Latvia's entry for Eurovision 2008. It's all about Pirates. Don't ask me why. I suppose it's because Latvia saw the success of Pirates of the Caribbean and thought, "Why not?" Be sure to check back for more contestants and the winning entry on May 24th!
Will the madness ever end? By the time we move, the dollar will be so weak against the Euro we'll never be able to come back.
There's a new show in the UK called Headcases. The show's promo caught my attention as its depiction of the Beckhams seems dead on - and more in line with reality vs. the media's (and Armani's) glamorization (and "hunkification") of skinny little David. Check out the promo below.
I've just spent the morning looking for my passport. I even called the airport. Luckily, I just found it. I must have grabbed it while I was leaving this morning and placed it on top of a bookshelf. Sadly, I don't even remember doing so. Even worse, I do this all the time - misplacing items, leaving the stovetop burning, etc. It's either old age, craziness or just too many thoughts swirling around in my head. All I know is I wish it would stop.
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