Tuesday, December 02, 2008

I bet someone ends up with a bad taste in his mouth.,,

It sure has been a long time. But, sadly, I just haven't seen anything memorable enough to laugh/whine/bitch/blog about over here in a while. Until tonight!

Leaving Costco, two frat boys just about pushed the family out of the way to get to the parking lot. Their haul? 10 cartons of Camel Lights, 2 gallons of Pine-Sol and a 24 pack of Pepsi.

I guess they were just in a hurry to get back to the Dumbda-Dumbda-Dumbda House to get some pledges warmed up for long night of something...

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Think this guy listen to a lot of Hagee sermons?

Back in August I posted a John Hagee rant about stay at homers.

Now we have dude in a bowling shirt ripping on stay at home dads. I don't really care what this guy's name is. Just glad to know that he and Hagee can both climb into that bowling shirt and make beautiful zealot naughtiness together.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Let the fence wars begin

Our house is on the closed end of a cul de sac. At the apex of the circle, where a few more houses normally would be situated, we have back fences for several houses up on a hill, that face a street a couple of blocks away.

One of the families has put in a back gate, so that their kids can come down the hill to play on our street. Though I was not thrilled a few years ago when they put the gate in, because I didn't want everyone in town knowing what a nice, quiet street we have, in reality it has been nice. The kids can cruise through the back gate and switch from their backyard to ours without facing off with car traffic.

But the house next to them is a rental property and it needs a fence bad. Not only is the fence ugly, it is supposed to be enclosing two dogs who are not friendly to other dogs or children. The renter told me herself that her dogs are not nice and cannot be near other dogs. I assume they do not like kids by the loud growling when we try to play on the street.

I sent the home owner a letter yesterday. Hopefully she will get the fence replaced soon. Until then the kids can't play baseball or ride bikes in the street.

Yeah, nice, no? And this is after I used every scrap board I could scrounge up to cover the largest holes.

The home owner last year rented to a dude with three pit bulls. Luckily for the neighborhood, he skipped out on the lease and left her house within a couple of months. So I don't expect this to go smoothly. She knows the shape of the fence and yard, and she still rents to people with dogs.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

That isn't nice, John.

A fellow University of North Texas alumni telling everyone I am going to hell? That just isn't very nice.

I saw this first over on the athomedad.org forums. John Hagee has decided Stay at Home Dads are hell bound. Of course he also blamed Hurricane Katrina on gays. Since he was wrong back then, surely he is bound to be right eventually, right?

Worse than an infidel? Mr. Mom? Ouch.

For the record, I really don't want to go to hell and have to pull up to the dinner table with pious idiots like Hagee and Robert Tilton (even though I don't know that Tilton ever railed against SAHDs specifically). But I don't want a job, either.

So I am torn. (Or should I say, ripped?)

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

You'll never guess

OK, so we were driving about three blocks from the State Mental Health Hospital. So I am not quiet as surprised if I had see him at the state capitol. Or just about anywhere else.

It was about 95 degrees out there today. Dude, wearing pair of blue jeans, motorcycle boots, a multi-colored pancho for a shirt and a...

Are you ready for this?

Might want to swallow your Dr Pepper, now.

OK, ready?

Dude might have weighted a hundred and five pounds and he was at least 6 feet tall.

Ready for it?

He had on mirrored sunglasses, too.

And I was already noticing the fabulousness of the outfit when I noticed the CODPIECE!

A black leather codpiece strapped right over his...

blue jeans.

Yep, I loves this city!

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Still alive and bitching

Just haven't been around here much lately.

Didn't want you to think that things were rolling along TOO smoothly for me, just nothing blog-worthy lately.

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

Somebody is gonna be sore tomorrow!

We ran to Costco for ice cream after we ate dinner out tonight. When The Talker and I were approaching the cash register with our extremely important gallon of frozen vanilla, an old woman just about elbowed me outta the way to get to the register first.

Her hurry? Getting checked out with her dozen or more bottles of wine and two boxes of rubber gloves. All I really want to know is, what the heck kind of kink is that old woman into?

On second thought, I don't really care to know. I'll just eat my ice cream and forget the whole ordeal.

Friday, May 16, 2008

If you can't laugh at yourself, laugh at the homeless guy

I usually reserve this site for stuff that just bugs the heck out of me. Yesterday I saw something that did not bother me, it entertained me for the time I was waiting at a red light. But the story just doesn't fit over on AtHomeDaddy.

The Princess and I were sitting at a red light. And a panhandler/homeless guy was standing on the corner. At first he had a stack of old real estate signs and the business logos were showing. Then he started flipping them over, one at a time.

Lear Jet needs new upholstery. Social standing in jeopardy!

Why live in a $200,000 house when you can live under a $20,000,000 bridge?

Let's be honest. I like beer. '62 Dom is nice, too. But I am not picky.

Road Rage? Yell at a homeless guy for $.50 OBO.

I have never rolled down the window for these guys. But I gotta tell you, if The Princess had not been in the car, I would have slipped this guy a buck or two. No chance though, with the girl in the car.

Thursday, April 03, 2008

Man, I wish I had a camera...

I saw something today that makes me KNOW who I won't be using the next time we need a roof on our house. Of course, I doubt if any of these guys will live long enough to actually make it across town, so it is pretty much a no-brainer.

I was dropping the cousin off at her house. Her neighbors are getting a new roof. The house is one of those big ol' 2 story boxes. So the edge of the roof is what, 25 or 30 feet in the air or so?

These knuckleheads were using two extension ladders to get to the roof. So how do you use two extension ladders at the same time? Duct tape of course.

Yep, they were climbing up to the roof on two ladders DUCT TAPED together. Nice!

I hope the company has a good worker's comp program.

Edit: 4/8/08

OK, the crew was gone of course, but I drove past the house again today. AND I had a camera with me. So there you go...

Thursday, March 06, 2008

A little redemption?

I took my car into the dealership for an oil change this morning. At 7:45, 15 minutes after they unlocked the doors. I was pretty sure that we would be in an out in a half hour or less, since there were no other cars in line, and it looked like only one service agent was on duty.

When the service dude told me that it would be a 2 hour wait, since there were so many cars ahead of me and I did not have an appointment, I thought he was just joking around. Heck, they had not even turned on the lights in the service offices yet.

Once I realized he was not joking around, we hightailed it. As soon as I got home I called for the first available appointment. 10:30 would be fine, but the wait WITH an appointment? 2 hours. No joke.

WTFitty F? I thought the appointments would make things quicker.

We pulled back into the dealership a few minutes before our appointment time. The girl and I were loaded up with snacks and toys. We looked like we were moving in for the winter.

25 minutes later, Service Guy came to get me. the work was finished and we were out of there.

I did not bother to ask why the told me it would be a 2 hour wait. We just grabbed the keys and hit the road. In the end, I think I'll try to deal exclusively with Service Guy. Everyone else up there seems to be getting paid by the hour.

The hour they make people wait.

Friday, February 29, 2008

Let's hope he/she isn't a mommy/daddy

I think I have a new nemesis. The slightly androgynous, but mostly female, bagger at the new grocery store. Two days in a row she has asked about The Princess.

Yesterday went something like this:
"How old is he? 10?"
"Who? HER? She is 3!"
"Wow, she is big. What grade is he in?"
"That is OK. I'll carry the groceries out myself."

Today's trip did not start off any closer to reality, even though The Princess was wearing enough pink to camouflage herself at a Victoria's Secret. You just can't see the pink pants, pink socks or pink and white shoes in this pic...

The carryout person started off strong, but wrong. "So he is 3, huh?"
"Yep. SHE is 3."
"Oh he is a girl?"
"No, it is fine. I can carry out my own groceries."

After this exchange, I am assuming this person at the store is an expert in confusing gender roles. Thus the dangling earrings and hiking boots he/she wears.

Friday, January 04, 2008

Strike two - Yer OUT!

So the dealership should have delivered my car this morning. But I was still waiting on a call from them at 9:15. So we took the loaner car back to the dealership.

I did tell the service manager that they could help make things right by hooking me up with a free oil change or a detail job. He offered up two oil changes.

See what happens...

I was all ready to abandon this blog. Then I took my car to the shop. No I will have fodder for this site for years.

The back story:

Wife comes in Wednesday and lets me know that the low coolant light is on in my new car. My Saturn Vue is 7 or 8 months old, but it only has 7300 miles on it. It has also had a problem with the ignition key and a couple of other minor things, so we ran up to the dealership, less than 2 miles away.

No problem there.

But all hell sorta broke loose when I went to pick the car up yesterday afternoon. The service writer called at 3 to say it was ready. The wife got in about 5 and we went straight to the dealership.

I wasn't very happy when I saw that some of the work the writer said had been done, was not noted on the service receipt. So I assume that work wasn't done. It wasn't a major deal, but don't lie about it.

Then it took them almost 30 minutes to deliver the car from the back lot. GRRRRRR.

When I hopped in to drive home, I made it less than halfway off of the dealership lot when the coolant light came on. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

The service manager dicked around with it in the driveway for a few minutes before he finally sent it back to a mechanic. 30 minutes later and they came to show me that they had accidentally sliced the wiring on the coolant sensor when they had installed a new coolant reservoir. So they were splicing the wires back together. And I would be out of there "in 10 minutes".

I told the service manager that I understood about the repair, but I wasn't happy. The car has 7300 miles on it. And now it has a patched wiring system. GRRRRR.

30 minutes later GRRRRRRRRRRRR! they offer me a loaner car. When I go to pick up the kid's car seats out of my car, they guy is rushing to finish the repair. I grab the car seats and pull up front again.

The service manager tells me he wants to test my car out in the morning and they will bring it to me to swap out cars. So I took the loaner car home. GRRRR.

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

ADHDaddy - nothing new to say

But I am not going to retire this blog just yet. Mainly because I don't want you to have it.

I knew a SAHD who deleted his blog and blogger account. Within a day or two someone had taken his blog site name and URL listing. So those of us who did not know he had canned his blog thought he was suddenly linking to a little too much p()rn to be doing anyone much good.

So I won't delete this drivel, mainly because it gets a few hits once on a while. And I don't want someone else thinking that I have gone into the p()rn link referral bidness.

Anyways, I might need to come back to bitch later. That is the great thing about New Years. So many possibilities before us...

By the way, if you care to know, the new grocery store rules. The old ones can all suck it.