Back to the mainland . . . . .

I'm baaa-aaack!  So, it's been a spell since I've graced everyone with . . . . .well, anything at all.  I can explain.  

First, I was in the land of dirt roads and rice fields (AKA China).  Second, upon my return, I've been greeted with uber amounts of work  in fact, the only reason you're getting some love right now is because I'm far above France or Spain right now and I have nothing else to do.  And finally, third, between globe-trotting and being a slave to Fossil, I've been ensuring that I don't lose 2 things - Step-on-me and our new apartment.  I apologize to you all, but Step-on-me does come a little ahead of my competitive conquests (just a little . . . .sshhhh, don't tell).

So, returned from China and HK a couple weeks ago.  Great trip, great people, not-so-great food.  Here's a few examples:

This little piggy went to market . . .and got it's feet stuffed in it's face!!

These were in the window one minute, on our plates the next.

This is the a-la-carte bar for dinner . . . .crustacean or stingray.

Let's just get this out of the way because undoubtedly someone will bring it up:  I lost at darts horribly while in China.  We were basically captive in the hotel while there but luckily there was a nice little bar downstairs to keep us entertained (there was also a brothel,  "You want massage?  Lots of pretty girls.  Do ANYTHING you want." buuuuuut that's another story). 

My love for darts took a big hit one night.  I think we played about 6 games total . . . . . . I went 0-6.  Let me rephrase:  My sorry excuses for partners and I went 0-6.  This is going to sound petty and even as if I'm passing the buck, but as competitive as I am, 2 vs 1 (maybe 2 vs 1 1/4) is hardly a fair fight.  And who knows, maybe because it was my boss, I let him win.  We'll never know, will we . . . . . .  

In any case:

My Boss and his partners 6; mr. overly competitive 0

Lucky for me I came back the next night with a vengeance and went undefeated.  Boo-ya-shaka!

More on China/HK to come. . . . . . .

This week we got a call from our new apartment complex.  Apparently the people whose apartment we were supposed to take over had a house deal fall through and a week before they were supposed to move out, they decided they wanted to re-up their lease.  We were given the option of booting them or taking another, less attractive, horribly located apartment.  What to do?  What to do?  We could be jerks and kicked the people out or be nice and settle for a not-so-perfect place.  We were jerks.  We feel bad.  We do.  But, com'n now . . . . . . we spent 2 months looking and extended our own lease because the place we put a deposit down on was perfect-o for us.  Plus, I have spent post college life settling for places because they were affordable.  Just once I wanted a place that was nice and maybe, just maybe, would help me feel like home here in Dallas.  

Anyways, I'll see what I can do about some more consistent posting.  I'm not making any promises though.  Pinky or otherwise.  

But, I will leave you with this:

My cell . . .I mean "designer" hotel room in Milan

I win.

mr. overly competitive