tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65217836825152393162011-08-01T13:04:15.243-05:00Apathy - It's not a choice, it's a way of life.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01479855626405444806noreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521783682515239316.post-41786539921290695832009-10-16T06:08:00.000-05:002009-10-16T06:09:22.917-05:00

I think I might be ready to begin My Quest. I have rules…I know what falls under the classification of pie…and I have a mechanism to determine if one pie is better than another.What more could I possibly need? I’m all set to sample the selection of pies, assign each pie with an overall point value and the last pie standing will be declared the winner.Bakers Square, here I come.Hold on…now let’s

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Any true competition has some mechanism to determine which competitor prevails…who can outwit, outplay, outlast…who can call themselves the champion. My Quest is simple – I will sample and rate every pie that Bakers Square has to offer. When all is said and done, there can be only one…the champion…the King of the Pie.So how do you whittle down a field of over thirty-five pies and have only one

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01479855626405444806noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521783682515239316.post-68670981676415871362009-09-23T21:18:00.002-05:002009-09-23T21:21:51.378-05:00

I think we’ve justified the need for rules in My Quest to sample and rank all Bakers Square’s pies. The next thing we need to do is determine what falls under the category of pie?Flipping through the Bakers Square dessert menu, it was clear that some items can naturally be classified as pie.Apple pie – InCherry pie – InPumpkin pie – InCarrot cake – OutHot fudge brownie a la mode – OutThen there

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01479855626405444806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521783682515239316.post-82483574474350392822009-09-16T05:38:00.001-05:002009-09-16T05:58:41.295-05:00

In gearing up to begin My Quest to sample and rank all of Bakers Square’s pies, it appeared that things were not going to be as simple as I originally thought.Here is how my simplistic mind thought it would work:I’d eat pie…determine if it was good or not and then move on to the next.Simple, right? Guess again.How do you rate apple pie versus French silk? Cherry versus Resses Peanut butter Cup

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I am about to begin a quest. This could be my defining moment. I am going to fulfill my destiny. This could possibly make or break my kingdom. How did all this start, you ask? Well, let me take you back...It all started several months ago when we went to Bakers Square for dinner. After dinner, I began flipping through the dessert menu, trying to decide which pie to order. From what they tell me,

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01479855626405444806noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521783682515239316.post-91424371984213764272008-09-25T06:11:00.003-05:002008-09-25T06:23:42.932-05:00

I was watching TV the other day when I saw a presidential campaign commercial. I pretty much tuned it out as soon as it came on. I think the only thing I get from these commercials is that I don’t want either candidate to be the next president. I don’t think that’s the purpose, but that’s what I come away with.Well, after about a minute and a half of this particular commercial, I realized this

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01479855626405444806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521783682515239316.post-58240375310928220862008-09-22T17:50:00.011-05:002008-09-23T18:08:20.475-05:00

I grew up in the Chicagoland area, so naturally I am a Chicago sports fan. Since being transplanted into the Land of the Cheese I have come to realize that people around here don’t share the same team loyalties that I do. In fact, most of them have a general hatred for my Chicago teams. One of the individuals that is not particularly fond of my Chicago team is the father of my future

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01479855626405444806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521783682515239316.post-62412947347969850952008-09-21T20:18:00.002-05:002008-09-21T20:21:58.739-05:00

I guess it is election time again. Now, let me start off by telling you this; I love this country. I think we have a good political system in theory, in practice…eh, not so much. All of the elections, campaigns and debates really come down to one thing – who can lie the best. I would be curious to see some type of study that shows how many of the campaign promises made are actually kept.Maybe

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01479855626405444806noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521783682515239316.post-45853567938398052942008-09-14T06:37:00.000-05:002008-09-14T06:37:00.216-05:00

It wasn’t long after I graduated high school before I realized that my teachers were right…math is a valuable life skill that would serve me well in the real world. If I had only listened…I was fresh out of boot camp and arrived at my first base. I did all of the things you need to do to start your life in a new city, including opening a new checking account. I decided I would make the best of my

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01479855626405444806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521783682515239316.post-90259228481811094332008-09-13T09:17:00.005-05:002008-09-13T09:27:52.682-05:00

Okay, so as I’m thinking about things to put on here, I realized that I might need to add some background information about me. Now, I know I posted my 50 Things About Me list on here, but it’s possible that I might need to add a little more. Relax. I am not going to put another list up. Instead I thought I would do a little something different.I read a book once and the author did a chapter

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01479855626405444806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521783682515239316.post-58017776542242022312008-09-10T20:00:00.002-05:002008-09-10T22:33:38.040-05:00

Here is part of a conversation I was involved in today. I have decided to change the names of all parties involved to protect the innocent…or guilty.Veronica: “Where are you going on your honeymoon?”Archie: “Somewhere all-inclusive.”Veronica: “Really?”Archie: “Oh yeah, I like to have my drinks brought to me.”Jughead: “Isn’t that why you’re getting married?”Silence…

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01479855626405444806noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521783682515239316.post-76293159084568428262008-09-07T04:45:00.002-05:002008-09-07T09:00:31.701-05:00

I am freaked out…..I repeat FREAKED OUT about poisoning myself by eating spoiled food. That might sound kinda odd considering that when I go over to someone else’s house, or even a restaurant for that matter, I don’t give it a second thought. I figure they must like me after all, they did invite me over for dinner. And well, even if they don’t like me (which is entirely possible since I don’t get

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01479855626405444806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521783682515239316.post-341698675588226422008-09-06T08:17:00.015-05:002008-09-06T08:43:26.801-05:00

I was driving home yesterday when I saw a lady taking her dog for a walk. “What’s so special about that?” you might ask. Well, the dog wasn’t on a leash, the dog wasn’t even touching the ground. This poor dog was in a dog stroller. And I don’t know if “stroller” is even the right word. It was a dog prison on wheels.Don’t get me wrong, I am a dog person and having a crate for the dog is a good

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01479855626405444806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521783682515239316.post-63672495132436491682008-09-06T07:10:00.001-05:002008-09-06T07:11:10.863-05:00

Many moons ago I volunteered to teach Sunday school at the church I was attending. I was out of high school for a couple of years and serving my country in a small town in Ohio. Now, in my head, I envisioned a dozen small children looking up at me just waiting to absorb the wisdom I had to bestow upon them. I figured, how hard could this be? They have to have a workbook that I would just need to

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01479855626405444806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521783682515239316.post-27362672477403489062008-09-04T18:00:00.000-05:002008-09-04T18:12:10.113-05:00

I don’t know what is going on lately but I have been asked too many times over the last two weeks if I golf. What exactly does that mean? I can hit a ball with a golf club, hell I even own a set of clubs. So I guess the answer is “yes.” Uh-oh, does that mean they now think I am PGA tour ready?!? They have obviously never seen me hit said golf ball. I mean, I usually keep the ball in the fairway.

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01479855626405444806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521783682515239316.post-70902862870026856182008-09-03T21:30:00.000-05:002008-09-03T21:44:09.428-05:00

I have been playing around and checking everything out while setting up my blog. There is just about anything you could possibly want available on here. It got me to thinking……how much crap can I put on this blog? If I’m lucky, maybe everyone will be so distracted by all the crap I set up all they won’t notice that my writing sucks!But then reality stepped in. Seriously, are people really going

Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01479855626405444806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521783682515239316.post-35592096159310184792008-09-02T19:44:00.001-05:002008-09-03T19:46:09.429-05:00

Okay, so I feel the need to let you know a little about me. But how do I accomplish this? Well, I have looked around and something I have seen posted on quite a few blogs is a “50 things” entry. Well, sometimes it’s a hundred, but let’s be real, who wants to read a hundred things about another person. I think 50 should be plenty.So, is this the best way to tell you everything about me? I pondered

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