Saturday, February 27, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Enter the laundromat...I'm not sure who owns/manages the local one but it's not the nicest place to spend an afternoon. I wasn't sure that the clothes would actually be clean when I was finished there. As I loaded up machines and put quarter after quarter into the things, I encountered several broken machines (two of which were not marked and took some of my quarters before I figured it out and one of which had standing, stinky water in it) and tried to selectively set things where they wouldn't fall into pools of sticky spots of partially dried liquid detergent or fabric softner.
I'm guessing that a person could easily make payments on a washer and dryer instead of feeding quarters into machines and be done with it. It's possible that hauling laundry makes me grumpy...all I know is I'll be happy to use the washer when it's fixed. And that's all I have to say about that.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
I know that you all think that I'm perfect, however I'm not! I know, I know, you're all shocked! But I recently got a speeding ticket in our small town. The cop told me that the easiest way for me to pay was NOT on the Internet (because they'd charge a use-fee), but to just go to the municipal court and pay the clerk (the court is in the police department). So Good little citizen me, EJ, went to the police department and had my check to pay my restitution in hand. I went to the window in which I thought I was to pay and slid my check across the desk. She quickly told me that the court was down the hall. So I went down the hall, and after searching like a fool for 5 minutes and asking a second time where it was I finally found it. Went to the door and read all the signs which read:
"Please turn all cell phones off or on vibrate"
"DO NOT approach the bench/judge while court is in session unless you're called on."
"Sign-in with name, address, phone number and you'll be called on."
So dutiful me, I signed in and filled in the necessary columns.
I surveyed the room and found that there was about 20 people waiting in chairs facing the "bench" where the judge, clerk, and and officer were HOLDING COURT!
HOLY HECK, I JUST WANTED TO PAY A STINKIN' SPEEDING TICKET!
Most of these people waiting had NOT had a shower in the last week. I was the only one who was wearing anything that was clean let alone resembling nice (other than the judge, clerk and officer).
So I took a seat in the back; feeling quite out of place listening to the charges that were being brought against these people. Here's a short list of them:
* procession of drug paraphernalia
* contempt of court
So when the officer came back to pick up the sign-in sheet that my name was on, which of course would mean that I would soon be up. At this point, not really looking forward to standing up in front of everyone to just say, "I was speeding and here's my money..." So I quickly went over to the officer and whispered, "I just have a speeding ticket that I need to pay, is this REALLY where I need to be to pay?" Perplexed and thinking surely I can't be in the right place!??!! He took pity on me and said to follow him to the desk to pay the bill. At this point, I'm thinking that the lady who sent me to this place at the first window I was at was wrong and we were going back there for me to pay (or so I was hoping). So I stepped out the door and held it open for him, to which he just pointed for me to follow him , then I realized, UP TO THE FRONT where the judge and clerk were. Great!
So I followed. Trying to be as small as possible, as the judge was talking to a defendant not more than 5-6 feet away from me. I had given the officer my payment and ticket and he was processing the payment. For me NOT FAST ENOUGH, nothing would have been fast enough. It seemed like an eternity and that all the eyes in the room were on me. All that I could think was about the second sign I read about NOT approaching the bench unless the judge called on me. Well after the judge was done with that defendant, he looked right at me; at least I think he did, because he was severely cross eyed it made it difficult to tell if he was looking at me or the clerk. He said "...can I help you?" Again, trying to be a fly on the wall, I quickly and quietly responded, "oh sorry, no uh..." and just pointed to the officer that was filled out my receipt (in hindsight I don't know why I would have thought that he would have known that I was pointing or where I was pointing). Content with that answer he went back to his work and the officer was done. I grabbed my receipt and RAN (NOT like I stole something, but swiftly) out of the court.
So the lesson learned here should be to NOT SPEED AGAIN...or not pay speeding tickets in that way again. HOW AWKWARD.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
However, I musn't start talking. I might give away important details...it's best if I keep my yapper totally shut. You will have to stay tuned to the blog in late June.
I'll be talking then...and sharing pictures.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
I started a load of laundry this morning and the washer sounded funny...funny peculiar - not funny "ha ha" (Are you hearing me WKRP in Cincinnati fans? I know I'm dating myself). Then the crazy thing quit and displayed a error code. Great. So I pulled the washer out and got busy. (Note to Farm Chick - I'm adhering to the "woman code" and not divulging everything I found under and behind the washer some of it may or may not have been mine.)
After unscrewing umpteen screws on the back of the machine with Pop's screwdriver-socket-looking thingy, I found that I couldn't get to what I needed to; so I checked out the front - just two screws later (there used to be three but someone has been in there before me) I found what I needed...figures. I put the back of the washer back on and got busy.
I found the trouble-shooting guide inside the door I removed and the list of error codes...now I felt like I was getting somewhere! Lookout repairmen everywhere! I'm after your job! Ha!
I opened up the tube looking thing where the drain filter is and found...well...lots of water first of all. Good thing I had a load of dirty towels so close to the washer, huh?
I've set up the service call for tomorrow morning. I'll keep you posted.
Monday, February 1, 2010
So we put them in a little water (after washing them thoroughly, of course) and microwaved them a while. Pop and I smelled them and I thought maybe our little connoisseur had picked up some dill…Pop thought it was sage…Pop’s a connoisseur too.
So Bubba got out his fork (I love Pop’s expression here) to taste his concoction. He concluded that it wasn’t “done” and needed to be “cooked” longer wrapped in a dishtowel and maybe eaten with ice cream (hmm).
So he wrapped it in a towel and let it cook…
And tried it again.
And yet again.
He even tried it with a little peanut butter which all of us connoisseurs know makes everything taste good…sort of like ketchup, right?
Not so much. He hasn’t brought anything in from the field since. Oh well. Who knows where this will go. Maybe Bubba will be some sort of health food guru some day. Remember Ewell Gibbons and the pine tree? Many parts are edible. (They just might not taste so great.)