Saturday, August 29, 2009

Another award winning pie...

When I won 2nd place for my pie at the Nevada State Fair last year, I was told it was a fluke. Then, when I entered again this year and won 2nd place again, I decided that it is no longer a fluke and I am officially Nevada's 2-time Pie Princess. Anyway, everyone asked for it when I let them know it happened again, so here's this year's winning recipe. Have fun baking my pie and hope anyone who makes it, send me a picture of you with my pie and let me know how you like it!

2009 Nevada State Fair Pie Princess with my ribbon and what's left of my pie with the Fair Queen and Fair Princess. 2009 Fair Royalty.

Upside Down Dutch Apple Pie

Crumble crust:
2 cups flour
1 cup sugar
1 cup light brown sugar
1 stick butter or margarine

4 - 6 Granny Smith apples peeled and cut
1 teaspoon lemon juice (optional)
3/4 cup sugar
2 tablespoons flour
½ teaspoon cinnamon
½ teaspoon nutmeg

Pie Crust:
2 cups flour
1 stick margarine
8 to 10 tablespoons cold water
1 egg white

Preheat oven to 375°F

Prepare crumble crust: Combine flour and sugars. Melt butter and cut into flour mixture with a fork until fine crumbs form. Pour mixture into pie dish and press down with fork or spoon covering bottom and sides. Prepare filler: Cut and peel apples into small pieces. Mix in all ingredients. Place in pie dish on top of crumb filling. Prepare pastry crust: Mix flour and salt. Cut in melted margarine with a fork until thick crumbs form. Add water into the mixture and keep mixing until a dough is formed. Kneed, form into a ball, and flatten. Roll out to a circle big enough so that the dough barely sticks out from the pie tin when placed on top. Lay pastry crust on top and tuck the edges under, pressing down slightly into place. Decorate edges with a fork or spoon. Cut 4 small holes in the top. Brush with an egg white and cover with foil. Bake for 50 minutes. Remove foil and bake 10 more minutes.

Friday, August 28, 2009

In other gardening news...

Yesterday on the drive back to Reno, we stopped off at a fruit stand. I bought some apricots and a watermelon that didn't really seem that big when I got it, but when it got home and I started to cut it, it suddenly seemed to take on the character of a monster. Whenever I cut watermelon, I cut it and put it all in a bowl so I can pick pieces out and eat at my leisure without having to prep things or deal with throwing out trash. What can I say? I'm lazy.

And it's confirmed: the wumpkin is officially a watermelon. As much as I tried to hope it would turn into a pumpkin (I'm dead serious. I left for LA hoping I would come home to find tiny pumpkins and that I would have a weird retarded pumpkin that had disfigured leaves or something but in the end still made me a pumpkin, but no...) but that never happened. Instead, I came home to find a little watermelon forming, stripes and everything, and then some little yellow flowers. So no pumpkins for us this year, but it looks like we will have at least two confirmed watermelons. Woo!

So more gardening surprises: I have a bellpepper growing. Forget the fact that if it gets to a full size, it will probably drag on the ground because there's no way the plant is strong enough to hold up a full sized bellpepper, I have a bellpepper.

Also, Mr. Stubborn Sunflower is on his way out. But he did grow just in time for me to see him before I left and stayed long enough for me to see him when I got back.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

California, what happened?

I've driven far too many times from Reno to Los Angeles in either direction. Depending on who you ask, the drive on the I-5 either sucks or is good. I like it because it's a quick shot and I enjoy seeing all the farms (especially since I have no sense of smell and can't smell the cows near Stockton!) Today I drove back home with my mom and my son to Reno and saw something shocking. Vacant lots. Where there weren't vacant lots of land, there were dying crops. Half the farmlands were completely dust or tumbleweeds on their way out of town to make room for dust. Then there were signs. Congress Created Dust Bowl. Not living in California, I had to ask my mom what was going on. Was this a result of the economy and farmers not getting subsidizing? Or not having enough money to pay people to work the land? Or not enough people making money to buy produce? What? She said it had something to do with their drout. It seems like everytime you turn around, California has a drout. When I was in the valley, she told me about how they have their water days and how we need to conserve water but I had no idea it was that bad. I mean, half of central California's crops are, well, dying, dead or gone. Then there were the other signs. Toilet To The Tap. Something about Sacramento and Stockton dumping sewage into the Delta and how Delta water is Aquaduct water. Basically most of the water sources people are getting in certain parts (well, the parts where you get the Aquaduct water) are getting reclaimed sewage water. Living up here and having my Tahoe Tap water and then drinking the fluoridated bubblegum tasting tap water down by my parents and then seeing that some parts of the state get reclaimed sewage water, well, it's enough to make you sick to your stomach. Anyway, this is all really bad. California is really having serious issues. The scary part: this all happened in 8 short months. When I was down in December and we drove down and back, all the crops were beautiful and green, there was even snow in the Grapevine. How is it that 8 months ago the state went from having green crops and snow in places that don't get snow to suddenly being told that there's not enough water and farmers are losing the ability to water their lands, keep their crops, save jobs, and save the state's produce? What's going on here? Something doesn't add up. One sign I saw a lot of but didn't get a picture of was No Water. No Jobs. = Higher Food Costs. It just doesn't make sense. Is there really a water shortage? Or is it a lie? What's the deal here?

Dust clouds kick up over a vacant lot at the slightest breeze...

No Water = No Food. That's for sure...

Toilet to tap. Yuck!

20 Million People Drink Delta Water. Again, yuck!

Congress Created Dust Bowl. Gotta love a government that looks after it's people and tells them to wash dishes instead of use paper plates because it's more important to save trees when you can recycle paper plates from trees easier than you can recycle water. Let's not forget the fact you can always plant more trees. You can't make more water. I mean you probably could, but it's a lot harder than planting trees.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Inspiration from a Jew

Dave the Jew, actually. We were at the Big Reno Show today and ran into regular face/old school friend of Jesse's, Dave the Jew (I swear didn't make up that name, he came with it.) Anyway, he was talking about some custom ideas he had and we got to talking about randomness, particularly involving that of custom finishes, particularly engraving, etching, and things of the sort. Basically talking about different options and things of the sorts. I've toyed with the idea before but never acted on it till today. I bought a multipurpose crafting tool and started toying with it on an old junk stock Jesse had around the house. Turns out it's pretty easy crap. Just gotta play with most of the heads but in my experience (as a fine artist) this crap is basically like working calligraphy pens and pen and ink techniques. So right now I'm just toying with creating depth and textures and to be honest, loving every minute of it. I am absolutely fascinated with this new thing. I'm pretty pissed that my 50% off coupon expired yesterday and the portly staff at Joann fabric refused to honor it because I don't hafta sew my own clothes because they don't sell any my size. (I totally feel like Al Bundy right now by the way...) But that's ok. I'm having fun with my new $20 toy. Time to try out a different head...


I blog about everything and the one thing I thought I blogged about I didn't! So, I guess I'll do so now, well over a year after it happened. I swear I thought I blogged about this but I guess not...

Around October 2007, Jesse and I walked down to the strip and on our way back, these douche bags in a car were yelling out some lame crap in a songly manner, "I like...cocaine. I love...cocaine. You want...cocaine? I got...cocaine." Jesse and I laughed at them and the one guy tried to say some sorta lame ass comment trying to be a hard ass and Jesse just says back, "At least I'm not some faggot in a baby blue shirt/hat." My memory of whether it was a shirt or hat is unclear now as it has been nearly 2 years since the incident occurred. Yet it was such a striking thing that the guy's little cocaine ditty has been forever etched into the "hodgepodge" section of my mind.

I said it tonight and Jesse was like, "What's that from?" and I told him and he just started laughing hysterically to the point of near silence for forgetting such a hilarious thing. Aaaaahhh, good times, good times...

Saturday, August 15, 2009

White Vinegar: God's Gift To Everything

Maybe the economy is hurting your pockets when it comes to cleaning supplies. Maybe you just want to go green. Maybe you have kids and pets and can't risk them eating cleaners. For that reason, God invented white vinegar. This is the most amazing stuff in the world because you can use it for EVERYTHING. Anyway, I thought I'd share some of my favorite vinegar uses with you:

Put 1 cup white vinegar in the rinse cycle when washing cloth diapers, underwear or bras. It kills candida yeast associated with thrush and vaginal yeast infections. Personally, I think it does a better job than bleach and it's gentle on clothes and doesn't destroy them like bleach will do to diapers. I've lost many a pre-folds thanks to that chemical bastard, bleach.

Floor Cleaner
Mix 1 part vinegar to 1 part water to make a great floor cleaner. Safe for hard wood floors too so long as you dry it asap. I use it on my wood laminate floors (read faux wood floor). You can also use it on linoleum floors. I don't know about ceramic but I don't see why not. It cleans and brightens while killing crap.

Bug Spray
Yeah, apparently you can use it as a bug spray. Works directly on bugs and to prevent them. It works ok on light bug issues but for serious bug problems, I advise something else. We used this when we moved in to ward off ants. Some people say you can do a 1 to 1 mix, I just go for the full on vinegar. But yeah, do either a 1 to 1 water/vinegar or a full vinegar solution in a spray bottle and spray on bugs or in areas where they tend to go. Also, if you clean floors with this mixture, it works good too. But you need to do this daily if it's serious. We turned out to have a serious bug problem when it heated up and had to result to a bug bomb.

Glass Cleaner
Mix 1 part vinegar to 1 part water mix and spray like you would glass cleaner.

Super Cleaner
Mix 1 part vinegar to 1 part cream of tartar powder. You can get that stuff in the herb/spice section. It creates a paste. This stuff is good for cleaning stove tops, grimey pots and pans, and basically anything that is a total a-hole when it comes to cleaning. For best results, apply the paste to your surface and let sit 5 - 10 minutes then scrub off. You'd be surprised what this can accomplish.

Weed Killer
Mix 1 cup water, 1/4 cup vinegar, and 4 tbs salt. Put it in a spray bottle and apply ONLY on weeds. If you don't weed first, make sure you soak the leaves. Otherwise, spray on roots of weeded weeds, or trim exposing the stem and spray on the stem. This stuff will kill flowers, grass, and plants so it is important you only spray the weed. Not to mention the vinegar will keep bugs at bay.

Vinegar is like a magic solution from God to kill bad stuff, make stuff you like look pretty and its awesome. If you don't have a gallon tub of it in your house, you should invest in one. You can get a gallon of it for under $5 at almost any grocery store and it's one of those household must-have items.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

We're Twins!

Black on top and yellow below. Only the Oldsmobile doesn't have a sunburn. Har har. So onto the story now of how we got this way...

It started with a third or forth day of chemical stripping. I forget how many times I did it. Even then, I am very unhappy with the results but at this point it's too hot for me to really even care anymore. It happens. Anyway, I got everything off to the best of my abilities. I'm sure if I had more patience, I could have done a better job but at this point, I really don't care. I've decided that in a year or two or whenever this paint job craps out on me, I'm just gonna take it to Earl Scheib or something. This is too much work for the quality of job I'm getting. I just wanted to do this so I could say that I did something amazingly ambitious in my lifetime, like, oh, I dunno, painting a car.

Anyway, this is what he looked like when all the crap was off. I had to bondo up some little holes on the back passenger side. I did leave the holes for the Royale emblems open though so I can pop those back in.

After, I taped the thing up and primed it. While I was taping it, some fat little jr. high kid came walking by himself and tried to talk shit about my car and I was like, "What'd you say about my car?" and he gets all scared and was all like, "Nuthin'..." That's right, bitch.

Finally, it's paint time. This was the hardest thing to paint on my car outside of the hood and trunk. Fortunately, I think I will just need one more coat of black and a clear coat and that will be the end of that.

So I know my plan was to go with a cream top but there's that Plymouth Fury by me on Wells that's been for sale forever and has the same color scheme and I just don't want to get confused with it. Plus, I got some awesome leopard fuzzy seat covers and it ties the yellow and black together nicely. And finally, in Chrissy's words, "It matches your hair." It does.

At this point, the only work left is the front and back by the bumpers and then doing a second coat and clear coat, but all the hard work is out of the way. Shit like sanding and stripping adhesive fuzzy crap. I plan to complete this by next Wednesday otherwise known as the day I fly down to LA.

ETA: Here's some pictures of the car last night after I washed it.

I'm holding the little 67 Cutlass die cast car I stole the color scheme idea from at Jesse's work.

Close up of the die cast.

The Oldsmobile in front of our house. It's so pretty!

Monday, August 10, 2009

My life is saturated with irony

Wouldn't you know it, today I go to finish up scraping the epoxy adhesive off my car and just as I get the first quarter panel done and go out to scrape the second, it starts to drizzle. Fortunately it only lasted for a brief period of time and wasn't really significant enough to do any damage or alter my plans any. On that note, I'm so cool, I do car work in skirts. Yes, I believe it is important to be cute when doing not so pretty work. Plus, with the rain and heat, it's all muggy like Viet-frickin-nam.

Reality sets in

I woke up this morning to a bad dream in which Jesse and I woke up and a lady was in our house asking if it was too early and we asked her for what and she said for the new family to move in. Someone bought our home and no one told us and we had to leave immediately. Get all our things and leave. We didn't save any money and had nowhere to go. I just remember being in tears hysterical. We couldn't be homeless. I think I'm afraid this is going to happen. We'll have a month to find a place if our home doesn't get bought by an investor and we have nothing saved up to move as we spent all our savings to move in here and on cars and basic living necessities and now we are back to paycheck to paycheck. My unemployment is gone come October. I try to relax and hope that thanks to some blind faith everything will work out like it always does. I dunno. As much as I try to stay calm and collected, there is that reality that it might not be ok. But we'll still figure something out. We always do. Its just harder when you have a dog and a 1 year old. I can't imagine the stress Jesse must feel as the breadwinner of the family.

Unconventional Toys

It must be a boy thing to want to tinker with mechanics and not toys. From what I can gather, Charlie will grow up to be either a gunsmith or a photographer. Because really, he only has two interests right now: guns and cameras. He likes to take the memory card out of my camera and put it back in. Something even most adults can't figure out, simple as it may be. Or he likes to play with spare gun parts like scopes or stocks we leave out for him to play with. He is just fascinated with them and can toy with them forever. It's cute and curious all the same. Ah, my odd little child. He got shots today too and cried for 30 seconds and then figured he was done. Then he slept for a few hours, had lunch and has been tinkering with my camera since.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Defeat is a bitter pill to swallow

As mentioned before, there was no way in hell I was going to sand all the impurities off the Oldsmobile's roof. So I decided to go the route of a chemical stripper. They always make it look so easy on those tv auto revamping shows. Just paint it on and it scrapes clean like magic. WRONG!

The only cool thing is how the chemical stripper bubbles and boils and eats the material.

I did it according to directions and one half dried onto the car, the other half was such a pain in the rump I had to have Jesse help scrape it off. He scraped for a good half hour and the final result: it needs a second stripping. BASTARD!

Anyway, that's all. I feel completely defeated. I was hoping to get that bitch painted and primed today so I could remove the bumpers and do the weird spots tomorrow. Looks like my plans aren't going as I hoped. Grrr. I only have 10 days to finish it before I fly to LA.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Jesse to the rescue: another weird dream

OK, so in reality, next door to us we have this house (it's also the same property management company and they screwed over another investor and it's for sale with tenants inside) and the people who live there are Hispanic and there's an elder adult male, two adult females, and two younger adult males as well as 3 older kids that speak English (the ones who thought I was two different ladies) and two toddlers/infants. They have a bunch of cars and don't have enough room to park in their driveway, so they park in the street in front of their house. Sometimes, they park dumb and partially block our driveway, or their friends who visit partially block our driveway, making us unable to leave our house if we had to. I believe this is a fire hazard or something but frankly, I don't feel like having shit problems like we had when we lived back home with our old neighbors that caused us 8 years of harassment and hell just because they felt like it and would do shit like that to us on purpose to get us to say things. These people, while douchebags that can't drive and obviously have way more people and cars than their lease says is allowable, have yet to do anything horrible to make me want to pop a cap in their ass. On the other side of them is a house that was bank owned for like forever and a day. A young white gal moved in there and she has help working on fixing the place up. I've seen them bringing in new stoves, sinks, counter tops, etc. She may have a boyfriend or husband, I'm not sure, I've seen the gal before and the guy is new so I dunno. Here's the dream:

The white lady was having a moving company come to deliver something and needed to have the front street open so they could park and deliver her item, however someone next door was parked in front of her house. She was freaking out and talking to another neighbor about it and didn't know what to do or whose car it was. Jesse and I were outside and over heard and said we bet it was next door's. Jesse told the lady he'd tell them to move it till her delivery was done. We see him walk off. Now, Jesse, at that point, had his Glock 36 with him, but all of a sudden, someone comes out and moves the car, but Jesse doesn't come back. But all these scuzzy thug looking drug lord types start to walk over there and go inside. I freak out and tell them I think they're going to kill my husband and we need to go there to save him IMMEDIATELY!!! I ask if any of them have used guns before, one guy says yes, the rest say no. I tell them they have to come to my house and we need to get armed and go in and save Jesse. We go back to our house and I get everyone fitted with 9mm's because those are easy enough and most of our 9's are high capacity so it's not a huge issue. We also get spare magazines and head over. When we get there, I see a few people on the floor shot and then I see Jesse tied to a chair, beaten and he eyes to me like someone walked off to get a gun. We all split up and take rooms to find people, I untie Jesse and give him the spare Glock magazines and there's a huge shoot out. One of the guys looked like Jesus in Big Lebowski wearing a wifebeater and shooting an El Jeffe. We won and the only injury was a beaten up Jesse.

After telling Jesse about that dream, he looked at me and called me a goober but said thanks for saving him. Of course I'd save my booger! What? Did he think I'd let him die?

Friday, August 7, 2009

Constitutional Weird Dream

A few weeks back at the gun show, I picked up a pocket constitution the size of a check book and it lives in my purse. That way, wherever I go, I know the rules to whatever place I'm at. Anyway, I had this really weird dream last night where I was going on vacation in Las Vegas with my family and there was some sort of issue of hotels. Then some people were coming room to room to inquire everything about you as to whether or not you were allowed to be at the hotel or if you were considered a threat and had to leave. I just remember I wound up in a classroom somewhere with some people who were afraid they'd be kicked out and I started to read the Constitution to them as the SWAT team came to bust in on us and arrest us all. I went to read it to the SWAT team so they knew that I wasn't making it up but it was in fact in our country's founding documents that we were ok to stay and not bad people and didn't need to be arrested. Next thing I know, I turn the page and it's all advertisements! I turn the next page and the same thing. Suddenly, my little checkbook size Constitution is a phonebook sized pamphlet stuffed with pages and pages of ads and the SWAT team is growing testy because they want proof or we're all going down. Finally, everyone starts to get restless and I find a way to escape the room and run into a weird snowy street. It's hard to get out safe because it's slippery (it's that mushy snow that melts and has ice under it.) I woke up and there was never an outcome to what happened. Maybe a conclusion tonight?

Sexy City

I'm one of those people that either is into things way before it's cool, or I get into it way after it's period of coolness existed. Anyway, I'm like that with Sex & The City (or as I call it, Sexy City to Charlie and Jesse). Well the other night was a rerun about Aiden getting an engagement ring for Carrie and I just thought it was pretty petty of her to find the ring and think it was horrendous. This is a guy going out of his way to find something for you. Her gripe was that it wasn't her style. Guys are fashion impaired for the most part, why would they pay attention to your style and figure out your jewelery taste. Most women have never owned expensive jewelery of the sorts until they get an engagement ring or whatever. So it's a little hard to say what one's fine jewelery style is until they are in a position to have some. So that made me wonder, if Jesse ever got me an engagement ring, what would it look like? I never wanted one because for starters, I get things that stick up stuck on things and I'm a pretty rough person and it would just be an all around bad idea for an engagement ring and then I just think it's not practical to spend money on something like that when you're not established in life with a good job, home, bills paid, etc. I'd rather someone get me something like that like year later. You know, like after we've been married 25 years or something. That's like an accomplishment. Like, hey, we've been married all these years. I put aside $10 a month for you for the past 25 years and got you a $3000 ring. That just seems so much more pleasant than saving 3 months pay and buying a ring. That is so tacky. Who made that rule? What if you saw a ring you like and it's only $500 or less? Whatever. Anyway, one day, if Jesse and I are at the mall, I want to go with him to a jewelery store and have him show me a ring he would have got as an engagement ring just out of curiosity to see what his taste in fine jewelery is for me. I think it could be fun. After all, we both came to an agreement on wedding bands (I liked the style, Jesse wanted yellow gold, I wanted white, but we both liked the yellow after trying them on...) Anyway, that's all I have to say.

Damn it feels good to be a quitter!

I am not one of those wives who allows stubborn pride to consume me. Long ago, Jesse suggested I use a chemical stripper for the top of the car and I said I'd first give sanding a shot. Well, I will admit, Jesse is right. He usually is, especially with things he knows and cars are one of those things he knows well. So after I got the entire vinyl/leather/whatever-the-hell-it-is off the top of my car, I started to sand and I just decided that with how stubborn that adhesive is, no amount of manual sanding will get rid of it. Maybe an electric sander, but at this point, I'm feeling that chemical stripper stuff. So, here's a few pictures...

Again, rain clouds or crappy weather clouds, loom over head. I would hug them if I could, because they made my peeling process rather enjoyable. No heat. No sun. No sunburn. No reflective light bouncing off the top of my car into my eyes.

A close-up of the grossness that is left of adhesive.

A close-up of what the adhesive looks like after sanding and sanding and more sanding.

Alas, victory! I got all the vinyl off and I say I am ok with quitting on sanding the adhesive off!

Now, to call my husband at work and see if he will pick up some of that chemical stripping crap for me!

Half is better than none.

Well, I believe the world must have thought I gave up on my Oldsmobile paint job, but the truth is, I've been hit with a bout of horrendous July heat to the point of not being able to step foot outside unless it's after 9 pm or before 5 am, because, quite frankly, I just can't stand being outside for more than 5 minutes per hour in that weather. Sadly, my car was not finished in time for Hot August Nights, but there's always next year. Fortunately, there has been some rather out-of-season rain and a brief cooling period, so I am going to take that opportunity to attempt finishing stripping the vinyl/leather/whatever-the-hell-it-is cover off of my roof. I have a super huge surprise with the plans of my car too! That will be unveiled in time. For now, as I told Jesse after I came in, "I would rather was 10 loads of dishes by hand and fold 3 weeks of laundry before I ever decide to peel the top off a car again." Fortunately, I believe this will be the one and only time in my life I will ever have to do that. Whew! So here's some pictures...

Here's a nice shot of my ass. Just kidding. This is actually the awkward positioning I have to take in order to be able to reach the top parts of my car. it's really uncomfortable and it's way too cold to have bare feet. It's a good thing I did my nails the day before too, because at least my feet look cute while they're bare. Har har... If you look carefully in the distance, you can see I'm losing daylight and some storm clouds are coming in...

Jokes aside, here is what Jesse calls my "perpetual scowl". Apparently, I always look this angry, even when I'm not. I don't know why I look like this. Maybe I've just had some hardships or something that have toughened me to the world, I don't know. You know how people in photos during the depression look all pissed, maybe that's me. Whatever.

Anyway, at the end of the day, I lost my daylight and bad weather looked like it was on it's way. I'm hoping it rains, though, even though I have an exposed metal roof. I'll get to sanding so any potential rust won't stand a chance. I just want it to rain because I forgot to water my lawn.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Disgusting Happy Day

For some reason today, I was super happy. Like that disgusting happy that people in bad moods want to slap. I don't know why. This morning I took the Galaxie out to the Walsmart and did grocery shopping. I finally got my full length mirror I've been saying, "Next time I go to Walmart, I am going to get a full length mirror" for the last two years. When I came home, Jesse helped me put the groceries in the house and took the Galaxie to work. I separated my meat and put all the frozen goods in the freezer, fridge goods in the fridge, and cabinet goods, you guessed it, in the cabinet. When all was said and done, I wanted to cry at the beautiful sight of cupboards and fridges completely stocked full of food. We always have a lovely assortment of foods but whenever I go shopping, it's even more bountiful and just makes me giddy with joy of all the possible meals I can make! After that, I went to the mall to get some black moccasins. I found a really cute dress and got that as well as a little sweater and camisole to wear to the Hot August Nights sock hop tomorrow night. I then spent the evening watering the flowers, veggies, and hanging out with Lulu and Charlie in the back yard. Jesse got home later and we put Charlie to bed. I made salisbury steaks and noodles and Jesse and I enjoyed a nice dinner at home. Anyway, I'm still in a happy mood even though I have to fold laundry.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Cash for Clunkers: another financial mistake in the making

I've been seeing a lot of this "cash for clunkers" crap being spewed out on the news a lot lately. But really, are people who aren't working or making crap for wages because of a failing economy really gaining from this? Hell no! Once again, it's the bankers and auto industry cashing in on this, manipulating people into thinking that the cars they have now are crappy and they need a new car, like a hybrid or something, in order to be better off. Because everyone knows hybrids are so good for the environment and cost way more than your average car. Yeah, you can get up to (operative words being "UP TO") $4,000 for your crap box clunker. In turn, you can buy a new car. Oh boy! That means the crappy car you had before that is paid off, probably cost $300 annually for maintenance and $2000 a year for gas (let's just round up to $2500/yr gross), now you get a NEW shiny car that you get to pay probably $300 a month for (or more depending on how horrible your credit is, and frankly, most people have crappy credit right now) then you get that additional $500 in maintenance because face it, you can't just go to your mechanic, you need to go to the dealer if you want the warranty, plus $2000 in gas, so really you're now in debt approximately $6000. That's more than double what your clunker cost you. Don't get me wrong, the idea of a new, dependable car is tempting, but one of my friends has a newer car and every time I turn around, it's having some sort of issues. So to the greedy manipulative bastards in the auto industry and their banker buddies, thanks for the offer, but no thanks. I'll keep my clunker. You just find an honest way to get your sales and make money and stop asking the gov't to fund you... again... and people wonder why our national debt is so damned high...

Sunday, August 2, 2009

The Joy Ride

Ever since Jesse got his carburetor issues fixed, he has been in a happy place. So has the Galaxie. Anyway, today I went to take Lulu to the Pug Meet Up and I asked Jesse if he'd mind me taking the Galaxie. I think he was a little giddy at me wanting to use it after all the jokes I make about it not starting, etc. So I took it out and had a generally nice time driving it today. I even went to the extent of driving to 7-11 to get soda and drove around the neighborhood a little bit instead of coming straight home. Anyway, I just want to say, he is definitely a fun car to drive.

The Joy Ride

Ever since Jesse got his carburetor issues fixed, he has been in a happy place. So has the Galaxie. Anyway, today I went to take Lulu to the Pug Meet Up and I asked Jesse if he'd mind me taking the Galaxie. I think he was a little giddy at me wanting to use it after all the jokes I make about it not starting, etc. So I took it out and had a generally nice time driving it today. I even went to the extent of driving to 7-11 to get soda and drove around the neighborhood a little bit instead of coming straight home. Anyway, I just want to say, he is definitely a fun car to drive.

My life in picturesque irony

I seem to be the only person on the block that devotes so much time and efforts to maintaining my lawn and garden. At the same time, I am also the only person who has a dead lawn and garden (with the exception of the home that's been in foreclosure for forever that finally got sold and even then, they have roses that bloom!) I just find that everything in my life that is important to me doesn't just come naturally, I have to work on it, and even then, it's flawed. Look at my lawn. The thing looked better before anyone was even living here and now, well, it looks like it's mad at me or something.

Wouldn't you know it, I seem to sum my life up in an ironic nutshell. I care greatly about something, like, oh, I dunno, my lawn. I try to make it work. I go outside and water it on my designated watering days. I always water in the evening so it can soak down at night. What happens? Just as I water my dead lawn and dirt pile of a yard? I see storm clouds brewing. And 9 times out of 10 when that happens, it rains. If I get smart like "I'm not gonna fall for that one again," it doesn't rain and I have to water the next day. Grumble grumble. Why won't my lawn just cooperate with me. Why does everyone else have gorgeous lawns and they don't do anything for them? I tried the apathetic approach. I tried watering less. I tried watering more. I tried everything yet I still fail. Does my lawn just hate me? What?