thirtysomething...

What. Like you've never read the newspaper while riding the elevator...



More Pics from the Disney Trip. Well, the ones I have uploaded... And yes, we're still in WDW. :)

For Saturday to be over. For two reasons. One is a long term(-ish) goal, and the second is more immediate.

The Long Term(-ish):
1. I'll be done with work & on my way to catch a plane to The Happiest Place on Earth.

The more immediate/annoying reason:
2. The South Carolina Republican Primary will have happened.

I'm quite tired of ignoring the ringing telephone with 800 numbers and New York area code prefixes. Apparently the GOP thinks I am a registered Republican (which I'm not) or that I may swing vote to the dark side (which I won't). They've called 3 times tonight. In the span of one TV show. Luckily at La Casa Púrpura we have Caller ID, and it shows up on the TV. But still, it rings and rings and rings and rings until voice mail picks up. And then I have to go check the message just to make sure it wasn't someone I need to ring back.

"blah blah blah, Ron Paul has the best blah blah blah" -=press 3 to delete message=-

3

"Senator John McCain blah blah more blah" -=press 3 to delete message=-

3

-=CLICK=-

It has gone on for 2 weeks now. Thankfully we'll be in Sunny Florida when the SC Democratic Primary rolls around next week. That's all I need now is Clinton and Obama going at it on my voicemail. Hilary already called twice last week asking for The Wife. Didn't want to speak to me either time. Bitch.

One good thing has come out of all this nonsense: I know my dog isn't a Paultard. Seems that Ron Paul and his Lemming Flock of Paultards stole a blimp last week, painted "Ron Paul: Who is He?" on the sides and buzzed the downtown peninsula for 2 days. In the rain. And high winds. I was letting the dog out to take a crap Sunday afternoon and she went ape-shit barking at that damn blimp. Not like she does when she wants the squirrels to come down out of the pecan tree so she can eat 'em. It was like she was trying to intimidate a grizzly into backing out of a mauling. Greatest thing that dog has ever done. Well besides eating her own poop when she shits in the house so I don't have to clean it up.

The dog might really be a Republican (she is a dog after all, what does she really know) but I at least know she's not a Complete Idiot.

3 Days... The last load of laundry is in the dryer. Soon I'll have another ticket to add to my collection. Here's the most recent one (from May 2007) -->

Things were going so well today. Slept in until noon. Got out of bed with no real back problems. YES! Must have been the NyQuil. My mutated cold seems to be going away. Now I'm left with only the congestion to get rid of. Went around to Charlie's to get a Cherry Coke, smokes, and a Cheerwine for The Wife. Made a pepperoni & cheese (goat) sammich. Sat around watching something on TV that I can't remember. Went outside and cleaned the windscreens on both cars with Dirtex and a razor window scraper. Crystal clear now! Drove over to the local auto parts store for oil & oil filters for both the Camry & MINI. Did the oil change on the Camry in 15 minutes. Not a drop spilled anywhere, with either car.

That should have been my first clue. I normally come out with black, oil coated hands.

The MINI took a bit longer. It needed to cool down from the drive for supplies. Once I got going on the Cooper S, it only took 20 to 30 minutes. Didn't even have a problem with the oil filter. In the past that thing has been a complete ass to get back on.

So that should have been a clue as well.

Put the tools away, got a few different bobs & bits out and fixed my shower door. Right as Rain. Went back downstairs to fix a coffee mug I haven't used in years because of a broken handle.

My first thought: "Why are you fixing this, Now?"

That's when I should have known.

The handle was only broken away at the bottom. I couldn't get the glue to seep in enough because of the tiny crack. So I figured, "What if I brake the whole handle off and glue it in both places."

Bad Idea.

Handle broke clean off. And promptly sliced through my left thumb, opposite the knuckle. Deep. In the space of 2 nanoseconds, I pinch it off with the other hand, stand up, say "SHIT" and place said injured-pinched thumb over my head. The Wife looks over and says, "Do you need to go to the Hospital?"

No "Are you ok?" nothing like that.

Do you need to go to the Hospital.


hehe

She knows me pretty good.

So here I type with one thumb stuck out like The Fonz using MarsEdit for the first time letting you guys know how my day went. I should have stopped with the Oil Changes. But ya know, visible accomplishments always feel better than the ones that are behind the scenes.

Visible mistakes on the other hand (or thumb) DO NOT share that feeling. In fact, quite the opposite. So I guess if my luck truly has run out for the day, you'll never know because MarsEdit will loose this piece and I won't feel like typing it back out. Or it will work, and I can sleep better for that. :)

See the timer? :)

Hopefully my cold will be gone by then. I had it around Christmas, passed it on to The Wife. She was so thankful, she passed it back. Mutated. Great.

According to Nikon, my camera has been repaired and is in final billing. :eek3: I've already seen the estimate before work began and hopefully it isn't much over that. What is the likelihood that I'll have it back in time for the trip? I'm not holding my breath, but I'll definitely cross fingers.

Oh yeah. You guys have to check out one of my latest purchases. Just so you know, I love playing cards. I picked up 2 decks at a new magic shop in town. Very cool. They have a couple-o-three gaffed cards, but those got thrown out. I haven't done card tricks in Years. I bought these two decks, well, cause they're cool.

Anyway, here's a pic of one of the decks:

The Black Bicycle


The other deck is yellow.

I'm a slacker.

Too Many Holidays
Too Many Parties
Too Many Rabbids



Tomorrow. I promise.

I did actually do something productive this week. Finally sent off the Nikon to be repaired & cleaned. I hope it will be back before we head down to WDW. In 2 weeks. :eek3:

If you really need something to do, teach the SlackMistress how to do something Survivorish over at The Post-Apocalyptic Workout.