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What’s an Ambassador? (The Amazing Middle Finger Story)

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More than once, I have been asked “What’s that Ambassador thing on the side of your truck mean? I had the basic understanding regarding why it is on our trucks, but for research purposes, I looked up the definition of Ambassador. Merriam-Webster’s online dictionary defines it this way: Main Entry: am-bas-sa-dor Pronunciation: \am-ba-s-dr, m-, im-, -dor, -bas-dr\ Function: noun Etymology: Middle English ambassadour, from Anglo-French ambassateur, ultimately of Germanic origin; akin to Old High German ambaht service Date: 14th century 1 : an official envoy; especially : a diplomatic agent of the highest rank accredited to a foreign government or sovereign as the resident representative of his or her own government or sovereign or appointed for a special and often temporary diplomatic assignment 2 a : an authorized representative or messenger b : an unofficial representative I like the explanation in number one most. From now on, if I am ever pulled over by law enforcement, ...

Five Years of Boobs and Middle Fingers!

It’s the night before New Years Eve, and in one more day 2009 will become 2010- it’s the perfect time for reflection. I had been wanting to write about something to do with five years, but as I stand in my hotel room I struggle with the math. Before long I’m having an argument with myself, out loud, trying to make sure I got my numbers right. It’s hard to remember sometimes, exactly how many kids I have, let alone their birthdays. Heck, I probably would not remember my own name if it wasn’t stamped on the side of my truck. Anyway, a fly on the wall in my hotel might have thought I’ve lost my marbles as I stood there having a verbal argument with myself. “How long have at I been at my present company? Four years. Wait? Are you sure? It can’t be that long. What was your hire date? Don’t remember other then it was the first of November. It must be four years. Is that possible? Could you really hold a job that long? Yes, I’m sure of it because next November marks five years and you score a...