I was on the NBC site catching up on my "The Office" webisodes and I decided to watch some other "The Office" on line content. "A New Olympic Game" looked like a good one so I sat through the 15 sec commercial NBC makes me watch before any video clip, just so that I could watch a 30 sec commercial for "The Office."

Last summer I was introduced to a place called Pita Pit, now we don't have Pita Pit here in Buffalo, but many of the surrounding cities do have locations. Because of this I like to visit Pita Pit when I am in one of these cities. So, of course, I had to go to Pita Pit when I went to visit Brett last weekend in Ithaca (where he is going to grad school).

We decided we would do Sunday lunch at Pita Pit (not Sunday brunch, which his friend insisted we should do) we headed over to Pita Pit at 11:00 am only to discover that they don't open until noon on Sundays. "No big deal" we figured "we'll just go there for dinner." So dinner time rolls around and we head over to Pita Pit and wait in line (there was a family in line ahead of us) only to be told "you'll never believe this guys, but we're out of pitas."

Now this was a few hours before closing, and I would assume that if you run a place called "Pita Pit" that when you are getting close to running out of pitas you would send someone to Tops to go get some more, but instead the guys working there were just turning people away saying "sorry, we're out of pitas."

While I was in the Adirondacks this past weekend my Grandfather was nice enough to give me his riding mower that he is no longer able to use. The only problem was that I had to get it home. Luckily Katie's father was also out there with his pickup so he brought it back to Buffalo and dropped it off at the loading dock at work for me. Which left me the challenge of getting it home, luckily Dave lent me his van so I was able to put it in there and get it home.

Katie came too but since both bench seats were out and the front seat had a baby seat in it she had to improvise.

I got back from Danopalooza IV yesterday and I've spent pretty much every min I've had since then working on getting a website up and running (www.danopalooza.com) so I may or may not be doing anything new here for a while.

Katie and I were driving back from the Adirondacks the other day and we stopped for gas at Stewart's in Holland-Patent, NY. Now when I was a kid and would spend the summer with my Grandparents in the Adirondacks it was always a treat to stop at Stewart's for ice cream on the way back from "the city" (Amsterdam, NY). So of course I had to get a make your own sundae.

As Katie and I were sitting out side eating our ice cream when this middle age woman comes flying into the parking lot talking on her cell phone and parks diagonally across 2 handicapped spots. As she came back out I commented to Katie on how apparently she needed her twisted tea so much that she didn't even have time to park like a normal person. It frustrates me when people don't think that the rules apply to them, but my frustration quickly turned to laughter when she started her car and Kanye West was blasting on her "ghetto thumper" system.