Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN Today I have to brave the office and the tax folks for a little bit. :eek: Then I get to go away until they leave. YAY! I shall be checkin’ up on all my little charges at various sites in and around Albeeeny and Da Burg.
StickyBuns I forgot to say yesterday, prayers and good thoughts goin’ out to the grandparents. Hope they’re better soon!
Nava go in there and tell ‘em to quit talkin’ about your boyfriend because you know it’s really you he loves. Or poke 'em with a sharp, pointy stick. Either way would be fun.
Yay for insurance coverage Soapy!
Now I go in search of more caffiene and brekkies for rumbly tummy. Then irk purtification must commence.
Mebbe Verizoff will get my landline to work at the Annex today. I resorted to watching a $5 DVD I got at Wally*World for entertainment last night. I wants my phone and Intartoobz! Application of Murphy’s Law says I need to have the other movie ready to go for tonight.
Morning. I should go separate the children. Tom Kitten is trying to help Gnat make a train track. Gnat’s say, “No, TomKitten! No! Stop moving. Mommy, can you take TomKitten away from this room right now? Stop writing on the computer!”
They’ve both got their antibiotics and are working on getting better. They’re definitely keeping me on my toes, trying to do all the things that they normally do before they get to it. I specifically took the dogs out before I left the house last night so that my grandma wouldn’t be out there traipsing around in the snow with three dogs by herself. So what does she do? She decides to take them out three hours later, alone, in the dark, before I got back home. It’s amazing how stubborn two octogenarians can be when they put their minds to it! :dubious:
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I irked. Then we met up at the good Eyetalian place for dindin. I had me an Eyetalian margarita. I’m not sure what makes it Eyetalian as it tastes like a regular ol’ margarita, but I had me one.
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Oregano.
Seriously though, I can’t imagine what could make a margarita “Italian” Oh, here we are. The Agent X is a shot of amaretto. Could be a lot worse. At first, I thought you said Italian Martini, which would be a whole different glass of ewwwwgh. Yet another “dump it in a martini glass and call it a martini” mess that’s probably popular with the younger drinkers.
Time to go for the annual state-mandated scam, err emissions inspection. Apparently, all they do here is look to see that the car has tires and windshield wipers and then plug a code reader into the diagnostic port to see if the car’s feeling happy. No actual measurement of what’s coming out the tailpipe and no dyno test like they do in California.
Howdy Y’all from East Albeeeeeny Medical Center where none of my charges showed up. Hmmmmm… So I’ll hang around for a while just cause I can. Ain’t my fault if they ain’t here. All I can do is call the office and report on the situation which I have done. I’m a tattletale! So There!
gotti I suppose I could have asked what made it Eyetalian but I chose to just order and drink instead. Oh and a martini is gin, hold the vermouth bottle up to the shaker and an olive. Sometimes I will make a dirty martini but none of this pour stuff in a martini glass and call it a martini for me! No Sir! It’s the real thing or nuttin’ at all I say.
I’m bored.
ETA: Here’s hopin’ your landline and intertoobz are there for ya tonight BBBobbio.
Stickie, Attacks Husband’s grandma is 85, and last summer she fell in a ditch she was digging in her garden and it took her 45 minutes to get out. She told the story as an amusing anecdote at a family dinner. He and his family were banging their heads against the table, saying, “Grandma, what you broke something when you fell? If you’re going to be digging ditches, you have two perfectly healthy sons and four grandchildren to help! For the love of Mike, grandma, don’t die planting flowers!”
Aagh.
Windchill is -25. We went out for a walk and I got two new dresses at a thrift shop. Whee! $20! Almost worth the temperature.
All in all, I think California has the better system. You go to a smog inspection station, they test your car and hand you a paper that either says you passed or failed. If you failed, you go get the car fixed, then re-test. They don’t look at tires, wipers, mirrors or anything that’s not coming out of the tailpipe.
Here, “safety” is the focus of the test - the emissions test is an utter joke as they don’t even sample the exhaust. But, they have you over a barrel if you have a side marker light out. $15 each to have two bulbs replaced in order to pass. Grrr…
Eeeeeeee!
I’m so excited. A blogger I’ve been reading for a couple of years is trying to get me to come out for a meet-up in NYC sometime after Easter, with a few other bloggers I greatly like and admire. I don’t think I can do that (kids, money, passports) but she’s got friends in Toronto and might be coming up here in a few weeks!
I’m pretty sure she’s not an axe murderer. We’re thinking about taking our kids to the Science Centre together. Inopportune location for axe-murder.
Howdy Y’all. Home and dindin preparations in the works. Country fried steak 'n gravy, steamed cabbage, green beans, smashed N.O.T. and bizkits. NUM! I’m in a comfort food mood.
gotti Jawja got rid of state inspections on vehicles because it was a joke. Really. If you knew somebody at one of the “inspection” stations, for the paltry sum of around ten bucks you could get the sticker. If you didn’t know somebody, all kinds of things would be found wrong with your vehicle. Fortunately I knew somebody at my “inspection” station. It really was a racket
So what you’re saying is that while Papa says it won’t hurt us, previous generations have overridden him. Congratulations, by the way. You were such a great grandpa they decided to add it to your name!
Jack Frost was the first MST I saw. I was idly flipping channels one Saturday afternoon, wondered why the trees were throwing a man into Baba Yaga’s house, and was hooked immediately.
Culinary Boy might be going up to Massachusetts tomorrow to shovel snow off school roofs. He’d be gone for about two to three weeks, but the pay is good. I’d miss his birthday with him though.
Congratulations, by the way. You were such a great grandpa they decided to add it to your name!