Miserable Christmas

Let's just put it this way, there would be less stress and a more joyful Christmas if it wasn't for frigging Good Ole Boy Southerners who close in and protect rank. I'm not past the bitterness yet. Fricking 2 weeks before Christmas, a week before Stinky's birthday. May they all rot in hell, and everything bad happen to them. I understand protecting your skin, it's human nature, but again did you have to do it just before Christmas? Did the Silverback have the guts to show up? No he had to stay at home and not chance running across Goof. Do you feel good about yourself? Does it make you feel better as you make the office a pigstyle, so that the admin staff, and housekeeping complain that they don't like you because you have no manners and spit in trash cans and cups in front of everyone? How the hell are you going to do the job better when you failed the last time, and you have no decent business manners? The business manners don't mean anything because these are Good Ole Southern Boys? So the Boss Hoggs understand your need to chew tobacco and spit every 5 min during a meeting? My God no wonder this state is so rinky dinky screwed up.

Always something here

So it's been rather relaxing here at the parental homestead. Until yesterday. Dad was driving 880 near Davis St and somehow my car caught on fire. This was on Saturday. We really didn't know what was going on. We found out yesterday that there was a hole in the engine. There was no oil in the car. Now I had mentioned to my mom on the phone and in person that my car ate oil. It doesn't leak it, but somehow it loses oil. Dad was informed also, but oh well. Just in January Youngest Uncle and Postman's child had gone together and paid for a major tune up, alignment and tires. All of this totaled over $1K. Youngest uncle and Postman's child haven't driven the car for months as Dad had been using it. Somehow it didn't dawn on him or whatever not to check the oil. My poor car is toast now. We can only hope to donate it quickly. Mom took the tires, including my brand new Aquatred spare, and the cheapo hubcaps, and put her old tires on the car. Goodbye to a reliable vehicle. It was a great car,that worked it's butt off for me.

Goof went down to central GA last night. He left around noon today. He was caught in a really hard thunderstorm. Said he was driving 15 mph, the rain was so hard you couldn't hear the thunder. He saw a power pole hit by lightning, and the generator nearby exploded. He thinks he might not have closed the sunroof completely as the water was leaking into the car too. My poor car, at least it kept him safe. Alas the rain was south of us. We need that rain, but water does not travel north. Goof says the water police have been on the lookout for violators. He admits that he hasn't been watering since we left. I know I'm gonna have to be the waterer since we can water after midnight. There is no way you can ask that of him. I wish we had automatic sprinklers.

I'm invited by youngest uncle to go to the Police concert on Wednesday. That should be fun. They had a few extra tickets and since I'm here, why not. It should be fun. I haven't been to a concert in a few years. Last one was for New Order with Goof.

The vacation is almost over. We went to Chinatown yesterday and picked up herbs and tea. I had to borrow a suitcase from mom for all the stuff we have. Stinky's suitcase is now filled with herbs for his favorite soups. I also have a big stinky salted fish in there. Oh boy that should be interesting when we fly home. What will the TSA think of that? Stinky also wants to take his robosapien home. That will have to be carry on. I don't trust the TSA. Shame of things.

Oh there was a clip on Youtube that had me laughing.

Watch carefully. Within the first minute of the clip, all that glad handing that Bush is doing will back fire on him. Someone steals his watch. Albanian Ebay will have that watch up soon! Oh bummer never mind,it was just confirmed that one of Bush's security people have his watch. Whether it's a lie and they just have spares is another story. I still think someone stole it, and they just lied. Damn those gypsies! lol

1 more week

Oh man, I miss Goof. 3 weeks apart is hard. Well, yes and no. Granted I am having an easy time with mom and dad. Stinky is having fun with the grandparents too, but I do miss the familiarity of home, and routines.

We spent a week on a bus tour to Yellowstone. It was fun, but not. A full seven days on a bus with perfect strangers. At the end of the 4th day I was getting really punchy. This was a harder trip because so much time was spent on the bus. Thank goodness for mp3 players, and PSPs.

Stinky took lots of pictures and so did I. I moved them all over to the lappy, and uploaded them on photobucket too. Now the hard part organizing the photos into albums. Some of the photos are from mom's vacations too, but that's alright. Some great shots that should be shared.

I miss the dogs too. Lucy curled up on my lap, Mingy laying next to me, or sitting on my right. The power paw of joy, granted I don't miss the paw on the face or neck. Lucy's demands for food, or counter surfing.

This last week, will be more of a comfortable pace. No trips, just relaxation and perhaps more visiting. I still need to contact a few friends from work. I should contact another friend on the other side of the bay.