Skip to main content

Donut Achievement

[posted by Chris Hynes] Our beloved Donut Sage is out today (teaching kids for Junior Achievement…what a guy!) but, fortunately, the sumptuous Friday treats are still here at the regular place.

Have a great weekend!
~*~*~*~*~*

Dear Members and Constituents,
I've found myself doing a double-take over the cadence of certain word combinations coming-up at random on news media this week. You already knew I was easily amused, however, you might be surprised at the extent of my affliction. So, without further pomp or fanfare, here are some of the phrases which took me on a tangent:
  • Yemeni Ticket. Flying first class to Yemen? [when you wish upon a star, terrorists won't go too far...]
  • Death Row Lull. Colorado is looking to abolish the death sentence [making Aqualung the de-facto highest punishment in the land]
  • Swine Flu. In a policy reversal the administration asked schools to remain open when the disease is detected [we'll have a global pandemic when pigs fly... well, swine flew yet no pandemic arrived]

Of course, feel free to ask me about any of these if you don't get them. Once you utter them with the right rhythm they will be hard to shake. One thing you won't want to shake is the delicious taste of the sweet donuts Chris Hynes (donut boy) has delivered. I'm not at my desk today but the donuts are, so indulge, no one is watching.

Before I leave you to your donut enjoyment, a closing thought courtesy of Harvard Business Publishing. "According to a CSA Institute survey, 45% of French adults believe that sequestering a boss is 'acceptable' during protests over layoffs or other company action." [no comment. What can you say to something like that?]

Happy Friday!

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

BIrds of a Feather

Friends, The early bird catches the worm, however, as the sun rises I’d much rather have a Denver omelet than a diet of worms . Ready to fly the coop, my ducks all in a row, I ponder one more time whether a bird in hand is truly worth two in the bush. Egged-on by my quest to tuck away a nest egg, I’ve decided to change industries and hope that, like the phoenix, my career will also rise from the ashes of change. After all, I’m no spring chicken –my crow’s feet and gray bely my age – however, I have to trust my judgment and believe you can’t catch this old bird with chaff (whether or not folks think me an odd bird for my actions). And so I shall attempt to soar like an eagle, aware that counting my chickens before they hatch would be ill-advised. As I learn to talk turkey in the language of cybersecurity, I will endeavor not to hide my head in the sand, choosing instead to be like a duck – calm on the surface and paddle like hell underneath! And while my excessive use of bird-inspired

Love and Marriage go together like a Horse and... Donut!

Friends, My family gained a new daughter last week. As I welcome the freshly minted Mrs. González, I wish the new couple a lasting, loving, happy and tranquil marriage. I am also reminded of a special delivery I received at the wedding. A few weeks ago, my niece/goddaughter held a “go fund me” and offered to stitch something for the donors. I, of corse, asked for a horse jumping through a donut. The completed masterpiece depicting this unlikely combo now has a special place in my office, and brings a smile to my face every time I see it. That said, I may forgo the obligatory donut today and opt for some of the leftover cake we still have at the house. Happy Friday!   New addition to the Family Horse through donut  with the artist   Horse through donut at it’s new home shelf P.S. The donut wall in action.

Life is Smiling!

Friends, You know life is good when even dinner smiles at you. That said, digging into smiley soup can pose a dilemma. At a conscious level, you know it’s just inert food. Inanimate, unsentient, incapable of emotion or feeling. Still, those cute cross eyed egg eyes and that little pepper smile are saying ”I’m your friend” —and friends don’t eat friends. Naming your anthropomorphic dish only makes matters worse. Eventually, being the monster I am, hunger wins. Mmmm, delicious! (Sorry, Sally). Speaking of which, maybe skip the smiley faces on that next dozen donuts. Happy Friday! ;-)