My New Bike

It's purrty, it's red, it's mine!

WEEEEEEE...

Published

Dave (husband), Joe(Brother who brought his wife Bronwyn who went for fun not to see the show), and I went to see Iron Maiden in Toronto in March and on our drive home we all were a bit silly and discussions of changed lyrics for "The Trooper" lead Dave to produce a parody a few days after we were home. He sent it to me and I made a few edits to improve the flow and fit to the original. I sent it in to be posted it on the internet for the worlds viewing pleasure and apparently it was good enough because the powers the be on the Am I right web site posted it. And so I give you "The Pooper".

The Ice Cream Truck

He comes by the office twice a week, which is marketing genius! And what better way to break up the work day then running out to meet the Ice Cream Truck! It makes me forget the cubical hell I'm trapped in for just a brief but glorious moment.

Made in America?

I own a 2005 Saturn Vue and for the most part was really happy with it until...that's right, parts made overseas and assembled in America started to fail. Around 40,000 miles a wheel barring went, around 50,000 a top strut nut started making an awful noise, and now at around 60,000 the ignition switch is sticking. And so it seems that a car I purchased with the intent of keeping until it died is going to need parts replaced every 10,000 miles or so. I'm going to need a saving account just for car repair; do they have flex spending accounts for cars? There probably needs to be some sort of government funded program for car repairs, mechanic-aid.

Back in the day you could buy a car and it would last you past the body falling off from rust. Now your lucky if you can get a car to 100,000 miles without major repair. We as a society that wants more for less have forced a sacrifice in quality to lower cost only to have higher maintenance costs. What happened to craftsmanship and being proud of your work?

At least my Stormy Kromer is made in America!

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Hey kiddo!

Why is it that older folks I work with feel the need to call me kiddo? I don't call them Gramps or Granny! As a working professional you would think that I would be respected better then that, but no. We, as the younger generation, are to respect our elders but our elders respecting us? This has been happening for a awhile and at first it didn't bother me but as it went on I thought, I'm and adult and a professional and I don't like being treated inferior among equals. Yes, they have far more experience then me but I treat them with the respect they deserve and have earned through their years of hard work. But, does that mean that because I don't have as much experience that I'm below them and can be treated as such?

Ah, this is just the angry ranting of a person that is in a funk and if you ask me in a few day if this bothers me I'll probably say, "not really."

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Rob Zombie

I went to a Rob Zombie concert on 10/30 and it rocked! I was stage right and in the very front which was a great position as it allowed me to slap hands with Rob. Here's the veiw from where I was (below). Not too shabby of a picture for using a cell phone! I recommend going to see him even if your not the biggest fan, he puts on one hell of a show!

I saw him at the RECC (Pioneer Hall) in Duluth, which was a great venue to see him because it wasn't a huge stadium crowd that to get good seats you have to pay through the nose. I paid 30 bucks and was in front! Needless to say I've got that after concert glow and am all charged up on muisc, an essential of life for me.

I knew all those teacher were lying when they said you'll use this some day!

In real life, I assure you, there is no such thing as algebra.

Fran Lebowitz
US writer and humorist (1950 - )

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