Category: 留在我体内的又开始变大

“This is my step-dad, Ian…”

“He is psycho.”     She says this in an, “I’m so glad he’s so laid back and funny” sort of way to her friend, Gracie, who is eating with us.

We visited TLK at school to have lunch with her.    Lunch included a “hamburger”, chocolate milk, blueberries, iceberg lettuce salad, raw broccoli and orange wedges.     School lunch… always interesting.

We sat at a table by the classrooms, instead of in the cafeteria.

Can you guess who said this?

“Hmm…  This metal hamburger wrapper would make a great hat to stop the alien messages.”

“Psycho, like I said”, she said, laughing.

Elbow Room and Schoolhouse Rock

I’ve elected to direct Ian to Schoolhouse Rock videos to learn about American History.

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JJZLjR4t5B8

My dad is the history/government person in the family (actually, he knows lots about math and science, too, and sizing pipes with natural gas for pressure above 5 psi, which may be totally unrelated to what I’m talking about.

The British are coming!

Fun with the Electoral College

Three Ring Government

My favourite Schoolhouse Rock shows involved the grammer ones:

Verb: That’s What’s Happening

Noun: A Person, Place or Thing

🙂

Who Needs Engine Oil

So, my car has been making a ticking sound under the hood since last Friday.   I noticed it on the way to the airport, before I left for England.   When I came home, more ticking.   I popped the hood (bonnet) while the engine was running to see if I could find the problem (because I know anything about cars).   I noticed some oil (or some mucky substance) collecting under the belts.

I took the car into the shop today and had them look it over.    They pulled the oil dipstick out and… NO OIL.  None.   It was completely empty.

I just had my oil changed at a well-known shop about 4 weeks ago.  The new shop said the oil filter on the car was damaged but they weren’t entirely sure if that was the problem.

They said the ticking went away after performing an oil change and putting on a new filter (thank God).

I am not sure why the oil light never came on.

I may be having a word with several people over the next few workdays.

What I like about the shop I went to today was that it was “manned” by “women”.    Being non-auto savvy, I feel just as comfortable walking into an auto shop as most of my end-users feel about talking to IT about computer problems (not).    Somehow, having a woman there to answer my questions, I felt really comfortable and relieved that I found a nice place to fix my car.

Say what you need to say

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YZ0z86LmXBM

Take all of your wasted honor
Every little past frustration
Take all of your so-called problems
Better put them in quotations

Say what you need to say (8x)

Walking like a one man army
Fighting with the shadows in your head
Living out the same old moment
Knowing you’d be better off instead
If you could only

Say what you need to say (8x)

Have no fear for giving in
Have no fear for giving over
You better know that in the end
It’s better to say too much
Than never to say what you need to say again

Even if your hands are shaking
And your faith is broken
Even as the eyes are closing
Do it with a heart wide open

Say what you need to say (x 32)  🙂

A good reminder for those times when you have something to say and you hold back, wondering, for whatever reason, if you should.

Saying what I need to say sets me free.  Always.

Bumper Stickers

Sometimes, as I’m driving along, bored enough to glance at someone’s random bumper sticker, I wonder what the purpose of these really are.

After all, advertising that you plan to vote with a particular politician or that you love Jesus or “Abortion stops my heart from beating” doesn’t really affect anyone else, does it?    It’s not like I’m driving by thinking about what I think about Jesus, when that sticker widely affects me.   Oh, yeah… I was just wondering about the after-affects of abortion.  Now I know.

I suppose it’s more a matter of self-expression, but sometimes I find the major philosophical statements plastered on people’s cars annoying, at best.

I wonder what it’d be like if people always put just the major things they think on a sticker and stuck it on their car.

What would your bumper sticker say?   🙂

Mine would say, “Mean People Suck”.

It’s 5 o’clock somewhere

I’m sure.   In the UK, it’s already Friday, and it’s less than a week till I fly out.    🙂   I received a notice from the airline that I have a trip next week.  Yay!

Tonight, I got in my car after picking up my daughter and the stupid car wouldn’t start.   I got a jump and then had the battery tested.   The results were confusing:  good voltage; bad battery.    I decided to pick up something to clean the connectors with.   They look a little icky, really.

My daughter lost her tooth yesterday.   She had a visit from the tooth fairy and made $2.   I’m thinking about pulling some teeth.   Ok, maybe not.

I trained people today.  It was a class on taking pictures for medical issues.   I don’t mind training; I just don’t like the pictures I have to look at when the picture-takers require technical assistance.   It usually ends up with an exclamatory “ewwww!” that I don’t say aloud.

They’re right up there with the videos of what STD’s look like.  Ick.

I am now winding down, watching Friends, and counting days.

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