November 2004 Archives

Normally, I don't remember my dreams. Last night was different. I had two dreams and remembered most of both of them.

Thought you might enjoy the strangeness of them.

I am going to say thanks to my folks here. They have been gone for over 20 years and this seems appropriate. So, to my folks; thanks for doing what you did, when you did it, and how you did it.

Join me tomorrow when the family is together and enjoying ourselves. Extra ice cream for you dad.

Mom, I got a seat saved just for you for the football game. You choose, the team in the white, or in the black. (we watched all the time on a B&W TV--hence the black or the white uniforms)

It'll be a killer turkey and a better game.

I'll see you there.

Tomorrow will be the last day at work until Monday. I know a bunch of us are looking forward to that. There are times a three day work week is still too long.

Now all we have to do is survive the low-output limit we will be facing and get through the "Holiday Lunch" that seems to be obligitory at EVERYBODY'S work. You know the S***tuff, the weird BBQ chicken wings floating in a sea of greasy BBQ glaze.

The potato salad that has been under someone's desk since the start of the day, staying warm and developing strains of bacteria yet to be identified by forensic science.

The four guys from the other department that are ALL convinced that they are the only ones smart enough to bring bread. Three loaves each, with no butter or knives.

And of course the one person that always brings the "weird-shit-jello". That orangy-reddish-yellowish-greenish squiggly stuff, with unidentified objects held in suspended animation within it. Just waiting for anyone stupid enough to poke it with a knife. So it can spring forth, like the alien critter in the movie of the same name and run amok all over the place. Just like all the people that eat at the lunch. Only the people all have the same target; the bathroom. Though for different reasons.

How else to start a long holiday weekend than losing enough weight to allow space in the clothing for a decent meal on Thursday.

Can't wait for Christmas.

I haven't been all that great at putting stuff up on this place. I am trying to get a bit more active, so bear with me.

There has been a lot of "Other" stuff happening. Though I can't say much about that. Sorry.

But I do plan to put more stuff up, and a story or two will be coming. If you have any questions or concerns, you'll have to put them in a recent post as I have closed all the old post's comment sections down. Way too many bad "BOB" comments. For those with sites, you'll understand.

Anyway, enjoy, and I promise to annoy you more in the future.

I was driving around the other day with The Woman and we were following a car for WAY too long. This, *not being sexist here, so don't come looking for me*, woman was driving in such a way as to make a person WANT to run her off the road.

She was yakking to a passenger and making hand gestures all over the place; and the car was following. Plus, to compensate for the lack of attention she was giving to the road, she was driving about 10 miles an hour UNDER the posted limit. Not normally a bad idea, but even on a cell phone, you should pull over until you are done with the conversation. And, with a cell phone, you can only gesture with one hand. Plus, you should be able to keep your eyes straight forward and on the road.

She was having none of that stuff. Looking at the passenger, gesturing with both hands, and definitely animated, are not the proper ways they taught in "drivers ed.".

And, she had a "Earl's in the trunk" bumper sticker. Thank you Dippy Chicks. (If she didn't get her act together, she was about to have me in the trunk also.)

I think she killed Earl by giving him a heart attack. Or, he suffocated after crawling into the trunk, to be as far away from the point of impact as possible.

I noticed she had a "tea bag" type of cachet pouch hanging from her rearview mirror. For some reason, I couldn't see cachet being in that bag.

By the way her passenger was reacting to her driving, my guess is the bag held the remains of the last passenger in it. Maybe there was cachet in the bag. To help mask the aroma the passengers were leaving behind after driving with her.

Either way, I think the wrong person was in the trunk.