Friday, April 4, 2003

Again, it's a nasty weather day and I'm just waiting to find out if/when the kids will be released early from school. One of those days recently, they decided not to release the kids early and the weather conditions were appalling when I was trying to drive home. On that day, the snow just kept coming and the weather kept getting worse, but they didn't cancel school. Today, it started with light rain, which increased, and the addition of little ice pellets just makes things more interesting. On the radio, they said we could get up to 2 inches of snow.

On Monday, I was perturbed to turn on my favorite radio station and hear what seemed to be either solid oldies or easy listening format. On Tuesday, I called to ask and found out, yes, they are now an easy listening station. So I have switched. Goodbye KOOL 92, hello KKEZ. KKEZ is usually a little more rock than I like, but it's better than the alternative.

In addition, on Tuesday, the oil light went on in my car and didn't go off. I bought 4 quarts of oil at Walmart, thinking I would put 2 in and save 2 for later. Later was the same day, when I stopped to meet Kent as he was getting off work. He put the other 2 quarts in for me. He noticed when I left that there was a large puddle where the car had been, but didn't bother to mention it until Wednesday morning. Tuesday night when I was leaving to go to work, I saw a large puddle under the car, so I had to take Kent's car. If Kent had called me on the cell phone from his work when he saw that puddle, I would have driven to the mechanic's immediately instead of driving home - 10 miles in the opposite direction. Now, we have to put in another 5 quarts and drive to the mechanic's tomorrow with Kent following me in his car, hoping that my car will make it there without blowing the engine. Kent says he wanted to teach me a "lesson" about taking care of my car. I think he wants my car to blow the engine just because he's being a jerk.

Because he didn't tell me about the puddle and because I drove my car home and it's staying there until tomorrow, I've been drving his car. :( It's a 93 Ford Escort wagon. It has a stick shift. :( I hate manual transmissions. :( I hope I can afford to get my car fixed. Every day Kent is a little late or nearly late for work, and the girls don't have time to eat breakfast at school.

I need to go get ready for work. I nearly had my Sunday business page done last night, but couldn't find 2 of the photos I'm supposed to put on the page. I tried calling Dorothy this morning to see if she knows where they are, but she didn't answer the phone. I know I'll just have to go in, but I'm putting it off.

When I got home last night, I turned on the computer (bad idea) and started Web surfing. I found a link to the Gallery of Regrettable Food. I was laughing helplessly and had to share with my sister, so I sent her the link through Yahoo Messenger. I remember watching an episode of "Batman" with my nephew Alex, who was probably 16 at the time. We made fun of the show and were laughing hysterically. That's how I felt looking at the pages of the Gallery of Regrettable Food. Make sure you visit The Instittue of Official Cheer and don't forget to take a tour of the Gobbler Motel & Supper Club.

A link to pass along to Barbara: Dogs and newspapers ...

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