Sold

Awhile back I made an interesting purchase. I'm sorry, but my earning for a piano got the best of me and I made a greedy decision... I bought a piano, but... not just any piano let me tell you. It all began when I was searching on Craigslist and I came upon an ad for a baby grand piano for a 100$. It stated that it obviously needed some work but that it still played pretty well. Curious I called the number and the guy told me he'd deliver for me for free... I was sold. They came as promised and delivered the piano. As soon as they left however, I looked at McCall and she looked disappointedly at me and I knew i had made a serious mistake.

Why? Well first off, here are some pictures of the beauty:

You are probably incredulous at this point, wondering how this guy sold this for just 100$, and how I picked up such an incredible deal (sarcasm).

First off: We live in an apartment + the largeness of a baby grand = not a lot of wiggle room/space

Second: I failed to notice that the piano was missing the music stand (to hold the music)

Third: The first time I played the piano was when they (the movers) set it down in my apartment. I knew that it sounded pretty awful but what was I to do, say ok thanks for all the effort... take it back. So naturally, I kept it.

Despite my lack of intelligence in this purchase, I determined I was going to restore this piano and make a fortune out of it by selling it for ten times its worth.

So... I sanded it down, filled in the cracks with wood glue and put the primer on:

I love black piano's, so naturally that's what I did, I painted it black. But the worst part of it all... was the laquering. Remember we live in an apartment, with no garage, and not very good ventilation. If I had any other wife than my sweet McCall I would have been forced to stop my project right then. But being the good wife that she is, she encouraged me to finish it. I put 3 layers of lacquer on and each time I would leave all the windows to the apartment open and we would take off for a day or two to air out the horrible strong smell. I think I actually did damage to my nerves at this point because the last time I lacquered my arm started stwitching and still does. But I finally finished it so it'll be forever worth the twitching!

It took me a lot of work but I actually had a tons of fun doing it! One small problem, although it looks beautiful on the outside the piano doesn't sound too great. One day out of anger, I put it up on Craigslist, a lady fell in love with it, and before I knew it, I had bid my last goodbyes to my beautiful love. Good riddance!

Give me a piece of that KFC!

I know everyone has been wondering lately whether or not the first KFC really was started in Utah? Well why is it Kentucky Fried Chicken then? Well McCall and I have been stumped for years so we decided to get to the bottom of this and headed off toward Corbin, KY (3 hours southeast of Louisville). And we decided to bring Lydia and Maple along for the ride.

It took us awhile, but we were very excited to finally enter Sanders cafe!

We were surprised to find that they had made the restaurant into a fast food restaurant and museum combo, except that there was no tour guide... bummer, which means my millions of burning questions had to wait.

Here is the original kitchen!

Naturally we had to try some of the food, where's Lydia?

Here we found a statue of the Colonel himself.

Another pic of the outside

Also in the museum were more statues, lots of pictures, a bedroom where they slept, and a cashier who said she didn't get out much...

Here is Lydia finishing up the ice chips

So we really didn't go to Corbin just for KFC's sake, we went for a mini-vacation (pics on that later to come). But I did find out some interesting things. This dining area we went to was first named Sanders Courts and Cafe, he was so successful that the governor gave Sanders the title of Kentucky Colonel. He expanded his restaurant and added a motel across the way. When he prepared his chicken in his first restaraunt it took him 30 minutes, he thought... no way too slow... so he started frying his famous chicken.

What's with Utah? Well he generally served travelers on their way to Florida, but when the new Freeway came in and bypassed his restaurant he sold his restaurant and traveled the U.S. to sell his chicken to restaurant owners. The first taker was a guy in Salt Lake and they opened up the first Kentucky Fried Chicken outlet.

Hope that satisfies everyones burning questions about KFC, see ya next time.

Stories

Moments like these make being a dentist fun:
Patient #1: Normally when you start working in a patients mouth, that is their clue to STOP talking, right? I think this is common sense to most people. One of my patients does not understand this concept I guess. I realized when I met her she was one of those talkative types, but I thought to myself, ok, now that I'm actually giving an injection maybe she will stop talking... nope, talked right through it. Then I thought she'd quit talking when I actually started drilling on her tooth.... nope, talked the entire time. Maybe for the filling... nope, you get the picture. And I'm not very good at multitasking nor am I good at being rude, so I would just mutter "uh huh" every minute or so and act as if I was anxiously engaged in what she was telling me and also try and suppress my laughter.
Patient #2: I actually prescribed bananas to a patient. The first time I did dental work on him, he started moaning and groaning, I stopped and asked, "Does that hurt?" No. Seconds later the same thing. Again, "Are you feeling this at all?" "No, cramps," he barely whispered. "Um... ok....do you need to stretch?" "No, I'm ok." Moments later as I was filling the tooth, apparently he couldn't take the pain any longer stood up, banged his head on the light, and started stretching his calves. For those of you who don't know dentistry, the silver filling sets up in a certain amount of minutes and if you don't place it fast enough, you have to start all over. So I'm sitting there, confused as ever, while my patient is moaning and groaning while stretching. Other people are starting to look just about now. "Um, can I help with anything?" "No" he says grimacing. "Um I kind of need to place that really fast... can you sit back down." "Oh, yeah," and he sits back down. Well that happened a few times that day and other days... eventually I prescribed bananas for him.. and he forever became endeared to me as "Banana legs"