Wii Love Noelle

How much do I owe Noelle?

Let's see, she hooked me up with my current job (we worked together at the workplace that shall not be mentioned, or linked to, sorry). That meant moving back to Utah and working for a sweet company--first Logoworks, now HP. And that has worked out very well.

And, just this morning she called to let us know that Target had several wiis in stock and do we want her to pick one up for us, since she was already there?

There's only one answer to that question. Which means someone is going to get a Wii in their easter basket this year. Shhh, don't tell the kids.

Yeah, I'd say we like Noelle quite a bit. 

Watch Very Closely...

Click here to see how observant you are.

Watch out for cyclists.

The Photoscrooge Recipe Book, Part I

Well, Mrs. Photoscrooge (aka the scrapbook nazi) has been busy posting her very delicious recipes for all to see (don't forget this one). Yep, that is how I eat pretty much all the time. Except those rare occasions when dinner is not on the table after a  hard day's work and I'm forced to pull on an apron and get down to business, iron-chef style. Since her recipes have proved to be wildly popular, I thought I would post a few of my own gourmet specialties, starting with this beauty, which I made just the other day. Mmmmm! Click on the photo to enlarge and print for your own recipe box.

Perfectly Reasonable...

When I was 14 or 15 years old, Jim (I think it was Jim, it might have been Mike) and I walked over to the Swenson's, looking for something to do. It was Saturday, early afternoon. We might have been going over to watch the ABC Wide World of Sports update on the Tour de France. We walked around back and saw Mike holding a hose, squirting off his 18-month old son, Robbie, who was naked and crying. I know what you're thinking, but don't worry--it was summer time or at least late spring, so it's not like the kid was going to freeze.

I don't remember exactly what was said, but the gist of the conversation was that Robbie had pooped in his diaper and needed to be washed off. A perfectly reasonable explanation.

Not sure why I thought of Swenson when I got this photo in my email today...

Travel IQ versus Vocabulary

Looking for a something to do while avoiding the laundry or not making dinner for your loved ones?

Look no further than Test Your Travel IQ. You try to place a flag on a map for places like Yellowstone Park and East Timor as well as sites like Ben Ben and the Taj Mahal. It's not as easy as it looks.

And if you're not much for maps, but have a decent command of the English language, try Free Rice, where you need to match words to their closest synonyms. It starts out easy, but gets more and more difficult.

The Internet Makes Everything Better

I love Onion Network News. And I really love their report on how the Internet has made dating so much better for women.

Three Things I Can't Live Without

Last night, after Mrs. Photo Scrooge (not her real name) went to bed, I was reading the latest copy of Inc Magazine and came across this interesting article: Things I Can't Live Without. It appears to be a running series where a successful business owner talks about a few of the things he/she can't bear living without.

This issue features David Koretz, the successful 28-year-old founder of Blue Tie Software. So what can't a successful software entrepreneur live without? Would you believe a $6000 Panerai Luminor GMT watch, a barcode reader so he'll know exactly when to drink one of his 1000 bottles of wine, and two Roomba automatic vacuums?

Seriously? This what you can't live without?

Let's see, the first three things that come to mind when I think of the things I can't live without are air, water, and food. And if we're moving past the basics, maybe shelter, transportation and a decent job. And maybe a little love (not that kind, get your mind out of the gutter). Although that kind does make an appearance rather high up on the list.

I could probably make a good argument for a new Colnago, a couple thousand shares of Berkshire Hathaway stock and maybe a summer home in the Hebrides. But the fact that I've lived the past 39 years and 7 months without them sort of proves otherwise.

On the other hand, David is right on with what he covets: a Ferrari F430 Spider. Mmmmm. There's a better title for the article: Three Things I Have that My Friends Covet.