I've been extremely busy for the last several days. We had our year end inventory on Saturday, a day of dread and woe. For me, it starts at 3:45AM. Well, actually it starts several days before that, but you get the idea. Anyway, inventory came and went. As soon as I got home, Chris wanted to go to Dillon to show off the new car. So off we went.
This was not an easy deal. The van is very dog friendly, but the Kia is not. The big dog, Mara, has joint problems, so I have to lift her into the car, and she weighs about 125#. Ugh. But she does love to travel, and there's no way we would leave her behind.
So off to Dillon we went. God, I love the new ride. It drives so well, and I put my foot in it a tad too muchly (hey, it isn't illegal if you don't get caught, right?).
On Sunday, we went up Birch Creek, about 12 miles north of Dillon. For some reason, I always pronounce it "Birch Crik" ... I've no idea why. We had a great little picnic, and the women folk cut pussy willows. It was great time. Then Chris and I came home, and its been lotsa work since. *sigh*
(Yeah, there's a buncha terrific writing for ya', huh?)
If you are a regular reader of Batgrl, cruise by here every so often, but don't hang at Jon's very much, then I just want to let you know that Batgrl has had a medical difficulty. Apparantly she will be okay, but is in the hospital for the night. Jon reports things better than I, and you can leave well wishes at his site.
Here's hoping for a speedy recovery to our cute pointy-hooded Heroine.
Today's lesson has been another repeat of a well worn lecture: Sometimes you will be an enconomic captive of those who have no reason to care. They'll get your money regardless of how it affects you.
I really want to know who teaches math to guys at the Service and Repair shop. Here's a few truths about numbers, you may or may not know already: 2 /= 5. 3 /= 7. Interesting, huh? Maybe the difficulty I'm having is that I don't know the language. He says "2 or 3 days", I say "okay" thinking that he and I using the same numerals. Apparently not. He obviously meant, "5 days minimum", a grevious error in interpretation on my part, of course. He said "Bring it down on Monday, we'll get right on it". The part I misinterpreted was the subtext of, "dude, once we have your wheels, we'll do what we want when we want, and there's nothing you can do about it".
I have to admit, the point of the lesson is a good one. Customer service only matters if the customer has any control. That's why I learned to work on my own cars in the first place, so that I wouldn't have to hand over my mobility to some wanker who has no reason to give a shit. And the final telling evidence of my indebtedness to their idea of service is this: only at an auto-repair shop will they treat you worse for spending more money.
Okay, not really. But I am very confused and frightened by the growing Kobe Bryant sex scandal here at the Mountain View. So I decided to educate myself a little.
A commenter here (I'd link him directly, but I don't want to accuse anybody, what with ruining Kobe's life and all) suggested that sex education should start at home. Truthfully, I couldn't agree more. I think my folks did an okay job, but they left me woefully unprepared for the capricious actions of basketball stars. Maybe if they had a class, like this one, then I would be better adjusted to the accusations and legal ramifications of my misspent youth. Seriously, though, I wonder why more such classes aren't offered for parents to deal with the difficulties of correctly instructing children about sex. Being able to question beliefs and feelings in a classroom setting might help more parents pass considered judgements on to their kids. Otherwise ...
the kids might have to turn to informational resources like the public library. Now, it's not a mystery to me why a publicity whore like Laura Ingraham would find this form of resource a threat to the moral fabric of society. (And just for the record, that picture in the upper left of her website screams "hypocrite" to me, when she pontificates about sexual moralities.) You see, kids are going to be curious. They will have biological responses to seeing the things around them, like Kobe flopping around in his uniform shorts, or Laura in her skin tight Tee with that "take me now" look. Personally, if there is a lack of parental guidance concerning sexual matters, or confusion for kids based on peer input, I'm actually glad that a repository of information (like, you know, a library) is attempting to fill the void. You see, libraries can't replace moral teachings, but they can provide information. And blaming a library for providing what's needed just seems silly to me. But then again, maybe I wouldn't be in my current Kobe trouble if I had just concentrated more on Laura ... silly, sexy Laura.
You know, if we're going to waste our time hiding the bare facts from those who will find them, perhaps we should concentrate more on hiding the ugly facts. In this effort, I fully agree that G-strings are a blight and an affront to decent rational people, and should be banned forthwith. No one, no matter how firm, needs to appear as if they have an alien life form hanging off their backside, (or frontside in the case of speedos). Just ask Laura ... cloths are plenty sexy without highlighting every nook and crack cranny of the human body. Butt-floss has got to go! Are you with me?
Have I mentioned that walking briskly home from work (2 and a half mile) leaves me lightheaded? I knew you'd understand; I just hope that Kobe will.
Montana blogging is going positively uptown. I think all we need is someone to represent from Kalispell.
By the way, I'd sure like to know what algorithm on Popdex tagged my site for a photo of Kobe Bryant's accuser. If I recall correctly, I have never accused Kobe Bryant of anything, nor has he made improper sexual advances towards me. And he's really not my type, being all tall, angular, and boney and such. And there is that dick thing he's got goin' on; ya know, that's a real turn off for me. I mean, there's nothin' wrong with that, ya know the dick thing ... it's just not my style. So, to sum up, no I have never, nor would I find myself in a position to be, a Kobe Bryant accuser. (Is that like a new social organization or ethnic group or somethin'? 'Cause if there's freebies in it, I might reconsider ...)
The new Kia Sorento. She signed the papers and drove it off the lot today, with 71 miles on the odometer. We spent all of Sat. test driving and checking out new and used vehicles and this is the one she really wanted. She tells herself that it was because of the 10 year/100,000 warranty, but I know better.
In 1984, I bought a new Honda CRX. It was an amazing car; tightly built, hot on the throttle, and more fun to drive than I can describe. No car I've driven since has had those qualities, until now. The Koreans have built a keeper here. Terrific in offroad tests, full frame construction, comfort that rivals a Lexus (seriously, that's not at all what we were shopping for), and one bad-ass warranty. We took it on a drive up Bridger Canyon, and Chris had a total look of glee on her face all the way up and back. This one is a 5 speed manual, and after the test drive, I again wondered why anyone would ever want an automatic. I never thought I'd feel this way about an SUV, but it handles like a sports car, and I'm in love.
Oh, yeah, the SUV part. No, it doesn't get terrific gas-milage. We really did try and find something that would be more economical, but our lifestyle kept getting in the way. I really have to believe anymore that those who villify SUVs on priciple have never been to Fairy Lake, have never gone hunting/fishing (yes, she will let me take it hunting), have never done home improvement, or have never faced a Bozeman, MT winter.
I think that Chris decided to buy this car because it filled her with confidence, in the way it drives, and the way it will be supported. When I bought my CRX, I traded in a car that had been a nightmare, and I was fully convinced that I wanted a car I wouldn't have to be concerned with for a very long time. Chris had been driving our old Subaru, and it was stalling at almost every intersection, and a real worry to even take out of town. The Sorento makes her happy, and as maudlin as it sounds, that makes me happy.
However, with all things there is a give and take. I took the VW into the shop today, and got the bad news I was expecting. The oil problem is a leak probably from the heads on the left. It will take about a week to fix, and cost about 2 grand. So, its walking to work for me, and we can say buh-bye to our reserve funds. *sigh ...*
I've made a few internal changes to the site. Anonymous commenting is no longer allowed, not because I've had a problem with that. I'd just like a tiny bit of effort from someone before they do decide to spam me out. HTML is now allowed in comments. Link at will, and enjoy when you do. I think (though I haven't tested) that trackbacks are now allowed. This is really silly, because I really don't think I have that much to say. And hopefully, some of your blogrolls will get notified when I post something new and droll. Just what you wanted, huh?