Father Cutie (his real name) has been relieved of all duties.  It seems that pictures have surfaced of the 30ish priest caressing a 30ish woman on a Miami beach.  Apparently the good Father is having second thoughts about the celibacy issue.

I am sure that this issues comes as a complete shock to the church which is used to dealing with priests and little boys.

As a part of an all expense paid trip to San Jose by a company based in that location, the six of us were taken out to dinner at a very expensive restaurant in Palo Alto. The pink stucco sided building had been an expensive residence at one time so it seemed only fitting that it became an expensive restaurant.

Since our vendor told us that money was no object, we started out the evening by drinking very expensive scotch. Then, we sat down to an assortment of appetizers, most of which were raw. This was followed by the main course. And along with the meal were many bottles of expensive wine. The whole event last about three hours and we all came away stuffed.

The bill for that meal was in the thousands, but the vendor didn’t flinch at the tab. But, then again, she picked out the place so she knew what she was in for.

Shortly after that, she left the company.

A few years ago, a technology company gave six of us an all expense paid trip to San Jose for a three day visit of their corporate headquarters. The company was big on internet products but had developed a telephone application for their equipment. And, of course, they wanted us to buy it.

Well, needless to say, we had three days of propaganda. We spoke with the VP of sales, the VP marketing, the VP of operations etc. and they all expounded on the glorious virtues of their product.

We, on the other hand were skeptical. While they were strong on the data side of their product, they were weak in understanding the expectations of the telephony industry as a whole.

Finally, on the last day of our visit, the director of telecommunications made a presentation. And, at the end of his presentation he said “it’s nice but it’s not ready for prime time”.

Being the skeptics that we were, that last remark sealed our decision. We, opted not to buy their product.

I am sure the man lost his job.

A few years ago, a young man from Africa took a romantic interest in my youngest daughter. He was a nice Christian man who was fluent in 4 languages. Unfortunately, English wasn’t one of them.

And, in keeping with the customs of his country, he offered me two pigs, four goats and six chickens for my daughters hand. My daughter was still in high school at the time and had no interest in the man so I didn’t respond to the offer. Plus, the fact that the man was in the country illegally led me to believe that he had other motives.

Besides, I lived in town. What was I going to do with all of that livestock?

The other day I was driving down main street in Lowell when I saw a UFO.  It passed right in front of my car and landed on the sidewalk.  Turns out it was a blue wading pool from the variety store.  They had a bunch of them outside on display.  It was a windy day.  Enough said.

I was in a meeting the other day when one of our vendors made the comment that she didn’t want to be “poking the bunny”. The phrase struck me as rather unusual and I wasn’t quite sure where she was coming from. And, apparently, I was not alone as everyone else in the room was rather perplexed.

Now, I am told that if you go to a Playboy Club (do they still exist?) you are not allowed to poke, pinch or pat the bunnies. So, the phrase left me some what confused. She went on to explain that as a girl, she was told not to poke the bunny (rabbit) in the cage as that would make it angry. And, since she was bring up a topic that has already been discussed, she didn’t want to annoy everyone with further discussion. Thus her comment on poking the bunny.

We all found it to be quite humorous.