2.03.2005

Apprentice & Fire Extinguishers

Is it rude to call during the Apprentice, or is it rude to not answer the phone during the Apprentice?? Personally, I think it is rude to call during the Apprentice, and if you do, we won't answer the phone! Sorry Marcela! :) Last night's episode was entertaining, but marketing is not my forte, so I didn't really get into the challenge. I think Verna was stupid for quitting, and as far as I'm concerned, she's just another Amarosa, but a lot sweeter. Amarosa hid behind BS and intimidation, and Verna hid behind a sweet, yet fake demeanor. But behind the facades, they struggle with extreme stubbornness and pride. I think in the little kindergarten meeting that Danny Boy called, Verna had no intention of quitting, but she felt threatened by Erin and her pride forced her to make a stupid, irrational, and impulsive decision. As for Michael, he was a stubborn jerk, but I don't think it was intentional just because he was exempt. I just think he's a jerk, and his team will remember this and give him heck from here on out. I must agree with Trump, Carolyn, and George though, you have to fire Danny because not only was he a poor decision maker, he couldn't effectively control Michael. He should have put out the fire (Michael) before it exploded into a flameball. He would have saved the team and Michael's future potential. Initially, when Trump and his posse played the "exemption rule" card, I thought back to previous episode in the first season when Bradford was exempt, yet was fired by Trump. However, Bradford was asked if he would like to give up his exemption, and while it was a chivalrous gesture, he chose to give up his exemption, and ultimately was the sole reason Trump fired him. So...the exemption rule has never been broken. The previews to next week make me think one of the guys pose nude or something distasteful, and I have a funny feeling it might be Michael.

I must admit, I haven't been to bloggy lately. Or maybe I'm just not creative with the chit-chatty stuff. Nobody is interested in social security reform, and Jeff is the only one I can talk sports with. I guess I could try harder to be creative or silly on here, but I just haven't had it. It could also be that I've been somewhat distracted the past week due to my interview and my other interview on Monday. I have been heavily researching the housing market, property tax rates, our credit report, etc, getting ready to buy a house whenever I hear the two beautiful words, "You're hired!" Of course the Fed is rather annoying to me right now, as they raised rates 25 basis points, and when they meet again in March will more than likely raise it another 25 basis points...which means, my interest rate on my mortgage will be higher the longer it takes to find a job/house. Fear of inflation is not that high (my opinion because the Fed is not very clear on their thoughts), so leave the rates alone!! :) Sorry Counselor Jeff, I'll shut up now. Jeff? Hello!! WAKE UP!! :)

OK, I'll try to think of a funny story. Hmmm....OK. The end of my junior year in high school, I was initiated as the next year's president of a capella choir (Rider) along with the next year's vice-president. So the current year's pres and vice-pres come and kidnap me and Chris and take us to a hotel down by the Falls. We get out and go inside the hotel and are walking up and down the halls. Chris and I have no idea what we're doing. All of a sudden, Austin opens the fire extinguisher door, grabs it, throws it at me and tells me to run downstairs and throw it in the trunk of the car. I say no way, so he takes it and off he goes. Keep in mind...we're in high school, and so is our maturity level. To make a long story short, we end up getting 5 fire extinguishers in the car and take off to the house where the girls are practicing. So we quietly get the extinguishers and go up and down the street releasing the powder from these things all over their cars. They see us and come out screaming right as we're running back to the car. Gant stays back to finish one off while a neighbor comes out to see what's going on. Let me tell you, when you let off 5 fire extinguishers in the street, about the length of three houses, it makes a pretty darn big cloud of smoke/powder. So the neighbor calmly asks, "What's goin' on?" Gant acts surprised (he had just thrown the extinguisher back in the car) and says "I don't know, I think a fog just rolled in or something." We take off like there's no tomorrow. Amazingly, we never got in trouble, even though I'm sure the girls told their parents (it must have been hell washing it all off) and I'm sure it got back to Mr. Cowan. Oh how fun those days were...

5 comments:

Alyssa said...

Arn't high school pranks great! Thats a good one. Especially for a choir boy! Who knew the future school prez was such a rebel!

Kirk Wimberley said...

I don't know what happened...the first few sentences in my blog were GONE this morning...so I went back in and edited it. So, if you saw it earlier and it began mid-sentence...that's why.

Jeff said...

Well the social reform bill passed through the mortgage department and the appropriations thingy then raised the rates like 23.79684% . Hole crap my head hurts but I read it! This dumb soccer coach is trying! I thought choir initiations were like a guy singing "jimmy crack corn" in the mall. You guys were a lil crazy! I'm sure Josh would concure that theft is not a funny thing - not to mention a hotel fire with no extinguishers. I'm tellin ya what, that was a funny story though! Look forward to my boys getting older!

Kirk Wimberley said...

Actually, the appropriations thingy was held back by the doo-hicky at Bum Dilly's office, but the rates jibbered the mortgage until Bill Reform passed out. You were close though, Jeff - good try!! And you are crazy if you think I'd sing "Jimmy Crack Corn" in the mall...you could arrested for stuff like that!

Jennifer said...

As the encourager in the "family" I would love to encourage you to post a new blog. I have been checking all weekend and no one has even posted a comment. Come back to thre family or I might have to make you an offer you can't refuse.