I am not a cook...

So I hit the gym after work and on the way home was wondering what healthy thing I could eat. I remembered that I had some frozen ground turkey in the freezer. I decided to make turkey burgers.

When I got home, I noticed that the sell date was in mid February, leaving me to wonder how long turkey can stay frozen. So I defrosted my icy block of turkey and it was very watery. I wrung it out over the sink and made two decent sized patties. During grilling I noticed what I think was fat or some congealed substance spreading from the patties. Of course I ate them. They tasted fine. With some cheese and pickles and condiments.

However this leaves me to wonder if one day my ignorance in the kitchen will one day kill me or put me in the hospital.

My tummy is starting to hurt.

Memorial Day Post.....

This is a little long, but I think this guy hits the nail on the head perfectly, talking about the responsibility we have to the troops. Thanks to Steve for finding this for me.

Click here for the goodness.....

A great day for a wedding.....

So as I told you before, my friends Sam and Lizzie got married this weekend in Great Barrington, MA. It was a great ceremony and I got to hold the chupah. It was a jewish wedding, and the chupah is a canopy under which the bride and groom are married. It symbolizes the home. So myself and my friends Ben, Nick and Chris all held up the chupah. Waka gave a nice reading, which is appropriate as he is the thespian.

A beautiful couple on a beautiful day. It was so much fun to get back together with the boys. Really got to do that more often. For those looking to marry people, you can become a brother in the cloth like me. You get ordained as a Reverend. Due to the fact that I married people once, I became a Most Reverend when I bought my "Wedding in a Box" kit.

Be warned that there are tax implications....and no you cannot stop paying taxes because your home is a church. And why do I always look so dumb in every photo.

New London, CT

I'm away on business tonight, staying at the Holiday Inn - New London. I'm here for a meeting tomorrow. I am lucky enough to be here with a friend. However, the situation right now reminds me of why I dislike traveling. I'm watching Deal or No Deal on a color TV in a room that smells like a hotel. I'm probably going to watch TV, because that's what people do when they stay in hotels for business.

There was a time when I thought travel was glamorous. That was in the NYPD, when the idea of the department sending me to Westchester County was magical. Now, however it has gotten old. The reimbursement process, the wrapped soaps, and the long hallways that serve to remind you that no matter how expensive the place, you're not home.

This Holiday Inn is great. They gave me some coupons and the manager even called to see if everything was fine. Deal or No Deal however, still is a horrible show.

Being single

So I've been thinking....probably because I'm going to a wedding next weekend. My friends Sam and Lizzie are getting married in Western Mass this coming weekend, and I couldn't be more happy. I love them both, and they are truly both my friends. Though, as another of my high school friends gets ready to tie the knot, I get a little wistful.

I'm not exactly worried or panicked. I don't have a calendar that tells me when I need to get hitched by. I just wonder if I'll ever meet that person. Now, the issue of finding the right person is much larger than a blog entry and obviously hasn't been solved by my therapist, so I'm not expecting any revelations.

I just wonder if I'll find that person and know. I thought I knew....but then I dived that plane into the ground, thereby ending that. So do we get second chances? Does it really happen when you're not looking for it to? (In that case, I'm pretty sure this blog entry isn't helping.)
Who knows? My friends who are married are awesome, and I do get worried at being the third wheel. Especially up here in Massachusetts. It seemed that my cop friends in New York were married, but never really "married."

I'm just thinking that at some point, this little burp on the internet will be a interesting footnote as I look back at my life. Hopefully with someone, but perhaps as a bachelor too. That uncle who spoils your kids rotten because he doesn't have to keep them.

I once thought I could write a relationship book entitled, "Watch out for this guy! " Maybe I'll shop it around.

Boston ain't big enough....

********NEWS FLASH*********

My brother, Ross Campbell, is moving to Boston. Yup, you got that right. In less than a month, my 25 year old little brother will be working for some investment firm in the Hub. Yes he will be making more money than me. That kid will always make more money than me. I work for the government.

So stay tuned. I'm trying to get him out to Somerville. But something tells me this kid has Back Bay written all over him.

The longest drive...

Sorry about the lack of posting. Though I'm not really sure who I'm apologizing to. I'm not quite sure anyone reads this. I was down at the National Emergency Training Center last week. This is where FEMA's National Emergency Management Agency is housed. It's quite pretty. And I escaped the flooding that plagued the home state. However, Friday was our travel day back to the great Commonwealth.

This also happened on Friday

Some yahoo decided to roll his tanker of highly flammable methane across all three lanes of I-90 Westbound. So that made my trip a total of 11 hours. I also had to drop Chuck's monkey ass off at home. Though Sarah did make a mean pizza, so it was well worth the trip.

Once again, the federal government screwed me.

Apologies...

A good friend wrote me to complain that I hadn't blogged in a while. This is true. I've been busy I suppose, but that's a lame excuse.

I had the opportunity on Monday night to spend the evening at the Holiday Inn in Tinton Falls, NJ. A lovely place. They had a "sports" bar named Morgan's there. This place was a sports bar I suppose because they had 8 very small TVs all tuned to the Red Sox game. Which is good. But we couldn't get sound because "that's only for the World Series." I hatched a theory about this place.

Morgan's was the shit back in the 80's. The TVs all worked and were brand new, and the waitresses were hot and the decor was slamming. And the owner decided after a year of windfall profits not to change a thing. And so this place sat for the next 20 years as the TVs shorted out, the waitresses sagged a little, and Golden Tee '99 became a quaint relic.

If you ever find yourself in Tinton Falls, NJ (near Eatontown) stop by good old Morgan's. And experience a blast from the past. Not really in a good way.