Happy Monday to all. Nothing of any significance going on around these parts. But, since that's never stopped me before, I'll keep writing.
I had to take the Busy Van back to the shop again. It seems that the key will turn in the ignition, without incident, about 3 times a day. If you do the math, you will see that the car needs to start an even number of times a day if you want to get back home. Other than those 3 times, it will not budge. With the proper combination of jiggling, inserting and re-inserting the key (that was starting to get suggestive) and cursing, it will eventually start. We'll see how this one turns out. At least I got to see my friend, Pete, the service manager, he's become my new best friend since I've had the Busy Van.
While I was waiting for the cab to take me to work, I realized that my brain has pretty much been on "power saver" mode since I got up this morning. You know how when you don't put much effort into being conscious of your surroundings you start to misread things? So far today, the display on the XM radio looked like it read "Take the Monkey and Rum" when the Steve Miller was playing (actually, I think it really did say that, since I think XM has a history of doing that) and I read the sign across the street from the car dealer as "Genital Market" (there I go again), when it was actually an "Oriental" Market. Now, in fairness, the "O" was obscured by a lightpole, but, I swear it took me a few seconds to realize it didn't say that.
Well now, wasn't that an entry full of innuendo about nothing innuendo-worthy?
Recent Entries on Busymom.net:
- Ho-tel Mo-tel Holiday Inn
- Purchase paralysis
- One more time
- Getting the whiny posts off the top
- My dad is in the House
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just wanted to say that I thought you did a great job on Nashville I Stalking this weekend
Hey, did you know you're featured at Mommybloggers this week???
Well! We know where your mind is, now don't we? Sex, Drugs, and Rock n Roll, indeed!
The key not turning issue happened to me before and as it turns out I didn't realize the steering wheel had locked it...so if I turn the steering wheel a bit it would unlock...stupid cars!
If I had a nickle for every time I've misread something ...
;)
-G
Damn! I was all set for a trip to the Genital Market...
I could say something about a Vagina Ham for Thanksgiving, but I won't.
I was laughing so hard my 2 year old ran in to see why. How can I explain all this to a 2 year old? What a hoot.
Congrats on Mommybloggers! You rock Busy Mom!
I actually shop at the genital market. very fresh produce.
The math of even trips assumes you return home after each trip. This clearly wrong, since you need to stop at StarBucks plus an official destination each trip.
As for the automatic error correction in your eyes, mine have been doing that for 20 years. Even with my lousy hearing, I fill in holes and put the correct name to music that my wife can't even hear, but let me read a sign boy, can I translate it ...
Hope the new clunker gets fixed for you soon!
I have misread things and heard things differently, but when what I call Happy Fingers sets in after the lunch bell, you wouldn't believe how many times I have sent out something while overlooking how I spelled the word IT! LOL!
My teenage daughter once misread a restaurant sign. It was named "Taste of Lebannon" She read "Taste a Lesbian". Out.Loud.
We haven't let her forget about it, but she won't eat there just in case (she says nothing against Lesbians, or then Lebanese, she just isn't "that way")