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Woke me up this morning. The sleet was hitting our bedroom window. The thunder is just damned weird.

I love winter… and if you believe that one….

Taking a minute from my busy schedule of hacking up a lung to post that I’ve added two new xmas layouts. Take your pick on the sidebar. Xmas Tree or Xmas Gold.

Cough up a freakin lung. Picked up some kind of cold just in time for the weather to go to hell. Snow, ice, the usual winter shit.

Oh joy.

On the bright side I did get what we needed for the next 4 or 5 days at the store yesterday. So I can sit on my ass and hack and cough without worrying about getting out in the crap. I don’t “do” snow and ice. Bad experience one day a long time ago, when I was in high school, you know back before the dinosaurs roamed the earth.

Black ice. Trans AM. Tore up some poor person’s yard as I roared through it trying to get back on the street. Then 10 minutes later was almost killed by some old geezer in a truck. He missed me by 5 inches. Scared the living shit out of me and scared the old geezer pretty badly too. Thought he was going to have a stroke afterwards. I haven’t driven on snow/ice since.

Richard understands my mental block where winter driving is concerned so he’ll be calling his cab driving buddies the next few days. When I was a kid I loved winter weather. Now it’s just a giant pain in the ass and it makes my joints ache. Anyway if I can manage not to cough up a furball maybe the kid and I will put up the christmas tree tomorrow. He’s getting excited. We’re taking him to the zoo before Christmas so “Santa’s helper” (moi) can raid the gift shops animal replica bins.

I can’t believe the difference between driving them. Driving the Tempo was damned near like driving the flinstones car. Excuse me while I have a moment of silence for my previous car..

That’s long enough. Wow. I’m shocked. It’s a pleasure to drive and I found out a couple of days ago that the engine had also been replaced. It’s damned near a nearly new car.

I’m thrilled.

We’d been ordering from a delivery joint here called Marino’s Pizza & Chicken. I’d called so often that they knew who I was and our address. Nice people and the food was always good. Called tonight and ordered the usual for the kid and a chicken sandwich for myself. They’d just started serving the chicken sandwiches and I’d loved the ones I’d had.

I should have known something was wrong when the driver took forever to get here. Turns out he was new… and so was the cook. The food was horrendous compared to what I’d had from there before. I was so shocked when I talked to Richard I mentioned it to him. He pushed me to call the manager. I’m not happy with what I found out.

Turns out it was recently sold. Everyone is new. The manager apologized over and over. He kept on apologizing and went on to tell me that they are going to have “higher food standards” than the previous owner.

My jaw dropped. I KNOW what the food was like. I was so shocked I didn’t say much else. If I’d said what I’d wanted to I would have told him that I was a fucking regular customer of the previous owner and had ordered from them for over a year. I’d just told this asshat that his food sucks ass and he goes on to talk down about the previous owner to me? Asshole!

If this was an example of their “new” higher standards they’re going to have to go a long fucking way.

If they’d rubbed cat shit on the sandwich it would have been an improvement.

I don’t think I’ll be ordering from them again.

Geek, car, and english and this post is an example of what happens when the “car” branch of the family (the males) don’t speak english.

On Thanksgiving I worked my ass off and everyone seemed to enjoy their food. I was exhausted after having worked all day on it and having stayed up all night the night of the 22nd. I don’t know why I couldn’t sleep. Dreading going to Walmart I suppose. It was bad. Real bad. And the Tempo had to have one last little fit before she “retired”.

My Aunt and Uncle brought the car down we’re buying from them. It’s a pretty little thing. White exterior with a medium grey exterior. 96 Pontiac Grand Am. Well taken care of. The engine had been replaced and around $1000 dollars of work had been done on it last year including replacing the electronic computererized whatever it is. The windows don’t roll down… need to have them fixed, but the heater and air worked great. Joshua’s reaction was ooohhh nice when he saw it. lol

Anyway my Aunt and I went to the convenience store that’s right outside the apt complex so she could get some cash. I drove. When we got back I couldn’t get the damned key out of the ignition. You have to understand my driving that car after driving the 90 Tempo was like dropping a caveman into an F-16. There were times while driving the Tempo that I thought I was going to have to do a Fred Flinstone and put my feet through the floor to keep the bitch moving. It wasn’t delicate. At times I had to be rough. After an hour of everyone trying to “teach” me how to drive and stop the car they found out that a penny had been dropped down into the shifter. They got it out and I tried again. I still couldn’t get it to work. I had been told various things by my Uncle and Brother over the past hour. Such as “you’re bringing it in under too big a load”… WTF does that mean?!?! Or “push the shifter all the way to the front”.. okkkkkayy. So I “lightened the load” and tried to push the shifter into the next fucking state. You see I speak english. I don’t speak “car”. I knew that park was at the front of the shifter. I’m not an idiot. They were telling me, at least to a person who doesn’t speak “car”, to push it up as far as I could. So I did. Then they told me to “jiggle” the shifter before I tried to remove the key. So I “jiggled”. That worked. Everyone was happy. They left and I actually got to take a nap and sleep later that night.

The next day Richard and I decided to take Joshua out for a short spin around the apt complex. We didn’t go anywhere else because oddly enough the tag agencies decided to ALL take the weekend off and we can’t get tags until Monday. We aren’t going anywhere until it’s tagged because there are three cops in this interior little suburb of OKC and we know that as soon as I took it out of the complex one of them would be on my ass in a New York minute. They don’t have that much to do I guess… anyway on with my tale. I drove it around the complex. Joshua oooo’d and aaaaah’d. He was very impressed. I decided to attempt to stop it and take the key out. I took a deep breath…. and did it. Without jiggling the shifter. I went on instinct and it worked fine. Both times. It helped to have actually slept and not having the male contingent of my family hanging over me like a vulture waiting for a lion to die on the savannah. Bless their hearts but thats what happens when they don’t speak english or geek to me. Geek I understand. There were a few times that day that I wanted to tell them to FOAD. I was not LOL’ing, ROFL’ing, or anything else. I was not having a good time. My heat sink and fan were overheating and I needed time to relax. After rebooting I was able to do what needed to be done. After being married to Richard, a geek, for 8 years I have lost the ability to speak “car”. My family used to own a car body shop so I could understand some of it. Not so much now.

The next time the male contingent of my family start talking to me in “car” I’m going to hold up a sign that says…

No habla car… then again they probably won’t understand what THAT means.

Trying to figure out what has to be done before Thursday. Major cleaning today, shopping (it wouldn’t be Thanksgiving without the day before trip to the store with whining kids and stressed out moms), and baking and cooking tomorrow.

Two more days till we get our new used car! It has a few minor problems but hell anything is better than the Tempo from hell. My Aunt called while driving the new one back from Missouri Sunday. I think it kind of shocked her when I asked two questions.

Did it have an antenna and did it have a speedometer. lol

Someone snapped off the original antenna on the Tempo and when we replaced it they snapped it off too. At that point we gave up on antennas. And I’ve driven for awhile without a speedometer. She told me that it does have a speedometer and it has a really nice CD player/AMFM radio w/antenna. I damned near cried when she told me that. lol It’s going to be really different to have a car that I don’t have to pray over before starting it. lol

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Making my plan of attack so I can get everything ready for Thanksgiving. Found out today that my Brother has to work Thanksgiving (for only 3 freakin hours) so he’ll have to be at work by 3 that day. So we’ve moved back dinner to 11am. It’s early but it will be the first family thanksgiving my family has had since my Mother, Grandmother, and Grandfather died. Thank god I’ve already got the turkey cooked and frozen. (Thank you Jesus for Make-Ahead-Turkey) If I had to bake a turkey the day of thanksgiving we’d be screwed. lol

Going to be busy so I won’t be posting much.

I woke up this morning shivering and sweating (don’t ask) and came in to read a bit and cruise over and find at Batesline a post that makes me heartsick. The park has been around for over 50 years and now it’s being evicted from it’s current location and they’re being given 4 MONTHS to move everything. This all stinks to high heaven and when you read the post at Batesline you’ll see why. There is also a link to a site with email addresses so you can let those responsible know what you think.

I grew up in Tulsa and I don’t know how many hours I’ve spent at Bell’s Amusement Park. It was a part of growing up in Tulsa. Bell’s has a wooden rollercoaster, Zingo, and just thinking about it brings back memories of the sounds it makes. Riding the Himalaya to “I’m Alright” by Kenny Loggins, getting soaked on the log ride, playing skee ball as a kid and grabbing the tickets, playing miniature golf, and driving these old model t like cars that ran on rails.

The first ride I remember were the little boats for the smaller kids. They had bells that the kids could ring. They were in a small pool like container. They went in a circle.

I was looking forward to going to Tulsa and taking Joshua to Bells. Damn. Just damn.

I hope they can move the park somewhere else. After reading what I read today I know that if we go back to Tulsa to visit I’d never visit Expo Square or that damned water park. Hell after reading this I wouldn’t be surprised if they decided to tear down the driller to put in more parking.