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And I thought I had heard of everything .

six word sunday: just needs a touch of paint

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I want this shirt.



A (virtual) $5 to the first person who digs the reference.

*edit: Tim is the winner! It's a "Sesame Street" skit from the 70s, one of my favorites. Have a look here:

the wayback machine

It's on, bitches.

'Member when this was the height of computer sophistication? Shoots, we used to play this at school. Computer video games, albeit educational ones, at school. We were waaaay ahead of those kids playing "Dance Dance Revolution" in lieu of P.E.



The Oregon Trail

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to be late for work. Again.

in the distance

Last Sunday was family dinner, as usual. I picked up my mother, sister and sister's boyfriend and we were headed to meet my father for dinner in SF. On the way there, my car started making a funny noise, a repetitive "glug glug glug" sound. As we're cruising along 101, an identical black Jetta pulls up alongside and tries to get my attention. "You have a flat tire!" the front passenger mouths. I give him a friendly wave of thanks, and pull over to the right shoulder, just before an exit. Sister's bf and I exit the car and sure enough -- rear passenger tire is flat. My car has no jack. A call to AAA says they'll be there in about 30 minutes. 30 minutes come and go, and I get a call from one of their dispatchers saying it'll be another 10 minutes or so. An hour and a half passes before I call them back again and get a nasty woman on the phone: "Since you're not in an accident, you're not a priority." Yeah, bitch, but I'm on a freeway exit ramp and it's almost completely dark, how's about hurrying it up some?! Three highway patrol cars passed us over the course of the hour-and-a-half before one finally stopped to see what the issue was. The (cute) officer promised he'd figure out what was keeping AAA and that they'd be there soon. Minutes later, the AAA driver showed up and changed the tire. I dunno if his timing was a coincidence, since the highway patrol officer had called them, but after waiting 2 hours, we were grateful to see him. The two-hour wait on the side of the freeway meant we missed our dinner reservation, which was pushed back twice to accommodate our tardiness, so we ended up an Italian restaurant that my parents had eaten at earlier in the week. I dunno how they did it twice in one week, cause once was enough for me.

So anyway. Monday afternoon had me going to get a new tire, and while I was there I had the alignment done. The whole shebang set me back $183 (ouch!).

Fast forward to Saturday, as in two days ago. The plan: dad meets me at restaurant #2 to help me change light bulbs in our 25-foot ceilings, then comes over to my condo and changes out some light fixtures. First stop: Home Depot to rent a ladder tall enough to access the ceilings. I bought compact fluorescent bulbs earlier in the week so we'd be set to go once we got the ladder, but lo and behold, once pops climbs the ladder, the socket requires a special bulb. We head over to OSH, where they have 12 of the 20 bulbs we needed. We go and change out those 12 before heading to a different OSH, where they have zero of the bulbs we need. A quick stop for lunch, and we're on our way to yet a third OSH, where, miracle of miracles, they have exactly 8 bulbs. We're on our way back to the restaurant to finish the job when I hear a familiar "glug glug glug" sound coming from the truck.

B: Dad, I think we have a flat tire.
Dad: No, just keep going.
B: Dad, I really think there is a flat tire...
Dad: Nah, seems fine to me.
B: Daaaad...
Dad (looks in side view mirror): Huh. Welp, I guess we do have a flat tire. Pull off over there.

Fortunately, AAA showed up in about 30 minutes this go 'round, something about putting us on the priority list as we were (yet again) on the side of the freeway.

Who does this happen to?! Two flat tires in one week, on two different vehicles, different stretch of the same freeway, the same tire.

*cue "Twilight Zone" music*

six word sunday: where the streets have no name

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more adventurous

It's 7pm and (this'll make my East Coast pals insane) I'm in short-sleeves and sandals. It's probably in the high 60s still and looks like it'll stay that way for the rest of the weekend. I have Monday off, miracle of miracles, and I intend to enjoy it to the fullest. I'm hoping the weather lasts until then because I have Big Plans.

This week hasn't been the greatest at work -- two of the kids got into a knock-down, drag-out argument the other day, making this the second in a one-week period. I thought we had the issue resolved last week, after a nearly two-hour pow-wow with the two people, but apparently not. They're like little kids -- they argue over the smallest things. This week's trigger? Person A didn't empty the dustbin before returning it to its spot in the utility area, not once, not twice, but three times. The horror! Person B was so incensed, she took a camera phone pic to prove to me what happened. I had the hardest time not rolling my eyes while she was explaining her side of the story. Person A claimed he "forgot" all three times to empty said dustbin, to which Person B said, "Funny how he's always forgetting things. He never seems to forget to take a break or pick up his check!" I nearly lost it at this point, I wanted to laugh so badly. Because it's true. He's always the first to clock out for his break, is routinely a few minutes late for work in the mornings and certainly never forgets to pick up his check. He's a good guy but needs constant reminders on what his job responsibilities are. Things were much better today, the storm has calmed, but for how long? It makes me doubt my management skills.

Because of the work crap I've dealt with lately, I was more than looking forward to the facial I scheduled for this evening, my first ever. It was so crazily relaxing, I almost didn't mind when she did the extractions. Almost. It was an hour and a half of bliss, and my skin looks awesome.

Now I'm off to a local pub for some garlic fries and whatever other dinner-type fixins. I imagine we'll sit outside and have lots of conversation over a couple of pitchers.

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