Excerpts from my journal 10 years ago.....

"Wednesday, January 5, 2000,  Old Kilpatrick

In the YEAR 2000....
Where's my space-car ?  Where's my robot maid ?  Where's my jet pack ?  Where's my ray gun ?

Oh well, we survived into the year 2000.  Armegeddon isn't looking very imminent.  The Y2K Bug didn't even bite...  Lots of fireworks around the world ( Read more... )

IT'S A PURE DEAD GIVE-AWAY THAT YOU'RE SCOTTISH IF :-

1. You consider scattered showers with outbreaks of sunshine as good weather.

6. You have an enormous feeling of dread whenever Scotland play a 'numpty' team like the Faroe Islands.

13. You have participated in or watched people having a 'square go'.

14. You know that when someone asks you what ( Read more... )

10 years ago this month...  age:   33      job:   Manufacturing Engineer      home:   Natick, living back with my parents

June 5:  "It was F and my 8th wedding anniversary a couple days ago.  We didn't celebrate it."

June 12:  " Counting the days until I go back to Scotland.  Two weeks from today, actually.  I have a few good job leads but not as ( Read more... )

I've been finding some poems I wrote years ago.  They're really quite crap... but here's one I wrote in Ameri-Scots language...

Address to a Veggie Haggis

Splendid Haggis wi' out nae meat
     Tatties, neeps and thee I eat
     In empty stomach ye tak your place
     Wondrous son o' the puddin-race

Wi' glass o' beer fro' Germany
     An' then ( Read more... )

Apparently, Scotland's experience with me being in their country has been so good that they've built an entire strategy around it...

From the Scottish Executive (aka Scottish Government) website last week:
Launch of US Strategy

16/10/2006

The Scottish government and public bodies now have seven clear objectives and seven American States to target, ( Read more... )

I had haggis 'neeps and tatties for lunch today from the company canteen.  It was real haggis this time (not the vegetarian stuff).  To pay tribute to the National Bard, here's a Burnsian poem spoof I found somewhere:

Oh what a sleekit horrible beastie
Lurks in yer belly efter the feastie
Just as ye sit doon among yer kin
There sterts to stir an ( Read more... )

Since it's close to Robert Burns' birthday, we had a Burns supper tonight... of veggie haggis, 'neeps and tatties.  If you're interested, here's a link to Burns' poem Address to a Haggis.  Burns is buried in Dumfries, by the way, not far from where I am plunking out this wee message.

http://haggishunt.scotsman.com/

It's haggis hunting season again.

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