Today I had kool-aid and chicken noodle soup for lunch.
The nine year old me is happy.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
@Work
Leaving work today I was presented with this...
So I had to spend 15 minutes hunting down one of the garage guys to move the offending truck so I could go home.
Late leaving work? Check.
Late getting home? Check.
Sick of garages today? Check. Big time.
So I had to spend 15 minutes hunting down one of the garage guys to move the offending truck so I could go home.
Late leaving work? Check.
Late getting home? Check.
Sick of garages today? Check. Big time.
@Our Garage
Yesterday, as Ashley and I were leaving for our third driving lesson, we get to the garage and see Joe and Megan trying to open our garage door. Apparently, the spring had broken on the automatic garage door opener.
Joe said he had called his garage guy to come fix it and he was supposed to be there within the hour. Cool. Ashley and I left for our driving lesson and her interview at Subway.
When we got back, the garage door was still open. The garage guy must not have been here yet.
So we get out of the car and go about our day. (Unfortunately, like I always do because we have a garage with an automatic opener, I left my door unlocked.)
Fast forward to this morning. I arrive at the garage and enter the code to open the door. It's very quiet! Oh yeah - the garage guy was here yesterday! Hmmm... he did a nice job. Everything works well.
I open the trunk and dump all of my work crap into the car. I get in the drivers seat and notice this:
What the hell is this? My iPod mount is broken and the iPod is in the cup holder?
My first thought is: "the god-damned garage guy tried to steal my iPod."
My next thought is: "he broke the mount getting it off the dashboard, so why didn't he steal it?"
My last thought was: "a ha! I put rockbox on the iPod. I'll bet he turned it on saw the apple logo disappear and saw the Rockbox logo with a lot of writing and thought 'this isn't an iPod. This is complicated. I'm too dumb to steal this'" (Well, it's my version of what happened.)
I called Carrie to let her know and have her tell her Dad that his garage guy is dirty. She was outraged as expected and promised to tell him.
The whole drive to work (while listening to my iPod) I started taking a mental inventory of what was in the car yesterday that might not be in the car now. Bluetooth headset? Still here. Cheap sunglasses? Still here. My grey stocking cap? Still here. (Hey... there's not a lot of valuable things in the car.)
Once I pulled into the garage at work I gave the car another once-over and found things to be in order. Hmmm... what a weird way to start the day. I guess I'm back to taking the iPod with me everywhere and locking my door, even in my once secure garage.
P.S. UPDATE: Carrie talked to Joe. Joe denied that it could be 'his guy'. No way. The garage was open most of the afternoon yesterday (true) and our place is inhabited by redneck, welfare-getting, dope-smoking dryer-pissers, so anything is possible.
Maybe it wasn't the garage guy?
P.S. UPDATE: Joe just called Carrie. His GPS is missing. The mystery continues...
Joe said he had called his garage guy to come fix it and he was supposed to be there within the hour. Cool. Ashley and I left for our driving lesson and her interview at Subway.
When we got back, the garage door was still open. The garage guy must not have been here yet.
So we get out of the car and go about our day. (Unfortunately, like I always do because we have a garage with an automatic opener, I left my door unlocked.)
Fast forward to this morning. I arrive at the garage and enter the code to open the door. It's very quiet! Oh yeah - the garage guy was here yesterday! Hmmm... he did a nice job. Everything works well.
I open the trunk and dump all of my work crap into the car. I get in the drivers seat and notice this:
What the hell is this? My iPod mount is broken and the iPod is in the cup holder?
My first thought is: "the god-damned garage guy tried to steal my iPod."
My next thought is: "he broke the mount getting it off the dashboard, so why didn't he steal it?"
My last thought was: "a ha! I put rockbox on the iPod. I'll bet he turned it on saw the apple logo disappear and saw the Rockbox logo with a lot of writing and thought 'this isn't an iPod. This is complicated. I'm too dumb to steal this'" (Well, it's my version of what happened.)
I called Carrie to let her know and have her tell her Dad that his garage guy is dirty. She was outraged as expected and promised to tell him.
The whole drive to work (while listening to my iPod) I started taking a mental inventory of what was in the car yesterday that might not be in the car now. Bluetooth headset? Still here. Cheap sunglasses? Still here. My grey stocking cap? Still here. (Hey... there's not a lot of valuable things in the car.)
Once I pulled into the garage at work I gave the car another once-over and found things to be in order. Hmmm... what a weird way to start the day. I guess I'm back to taking the iPod with me everywhere and locking my door, even in my once secure garage.
P.S. UPDATE: Carrie talked to Joe. Joe denied that it could be 'his guy'. No way. The garage was open most of the afternoon yesterday (true) and our place is inhabited by redneck, welfare-getting, dope-smoking dryer-pissers, so anything is possible.
Maybe it wasn't the garage guy?
P.S. UPDATE: Joe just called Carrie. His GPS is missing. The mystery continues...
Friday, February 17, 2012
@Giant Eagle
Out shopping, Carrie and I split up for a few minutes. When I found her she was *in* the freezer.
Standing on the inside edge, whole body in the freezer. Trying to fetch some delicious vittles.
She's so industrious.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
@work
I threw away my plastic soup bowl. I can't get it clean anymore. I'm sick of all my soup having a dish soap aftertaste. Plus, ingesting even small amounts of dish soap is giving me the trots.
Luckily, there are others here at work that have brought most of their homes into work with them and I was able to borrow a soup bowl for today's lunch.
I need my own bowl.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
@home
Ashley found out today that her class rank is 19. Out of her class of 145, she's in the top twenty!
She's a genius.
@work
This is a test post with a picture. I'm turning the camera sound off so I can take secret spy photos.
Like this one:
@work
so I downloaded the blogger application for android, wrote up a simple test post, took a picture and updated the location.
I press publish and wait to see my post appear.
Nothing.
Post failed. I'm left staring at a blank screen. It didn't even save the post for resubmission. This is not starting out well.
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