Sprawl

I've been reading another post on a different website talking about the Walnut Grove interchange. Got me to thinking about road building projects. It irritates me beyond believ that my tax money is going to support the commuter habits of people who CHOSE to move away from the center of the city. Nobody forced them out there. Why should my hard earned dollars be used to support their choice? Let the developers pay for the infrastructure. The city is under a code red or orange for ozone and still, those folks choke up the roadways. Perhaps they should pay a user fee over and above the wheel tax. I live 7 minutes away from where I work and 5 minutes away from anyplace that I might choose to go. The government shouldn't subsidize sprawl. $230 million on a road expansion and we have people in this city that don't have access to healthcare or good education. Something's wrong with that.

The Quiet

The spouse and boys are gone for a week and man, is it quiet. Deafeningly so. It's like when the power goes out and you suddenly realize how much noise a house makes. Both of the boys' computers are turned off so I don't have the constant buzz of the fan to drown out the noise of the dog under the bed chewing on an old laptop power cord. Freak.

It's so quiet that I can hear myself think and that's a scary thing in and of itself. I'm thinking that I'm tired of the constant day to day struggle to make ends meet. I'm thinking that it's a little unfair to have a partner of almost 20 years diagnosed with something that's going to take her slowly away from me. I'm thinking that it's unfair to have one son who struggles to read the simplest of works while the other son reads everything he can get his hands on. I'm thinking that it's unfair that I can't send a letter to the editor because of where I work but grateful that I can fully support my chosen candidate for mayor because god knows we need a new one. I'm thinking it's unfair that I can't eat carbohydrates like I used to and I'm thinking that it's unfair that I can't make a good margarita at home because I don't have the proper ingredients.

I'm thinking jesus christ in a wicker basket, get up and go put the glass back in the front door. You need to be able to see out just like the dogs want to. Watch for life coming at you. Watch for the mailman. Watch for the Jehovah's Witnesses and be nice to them.

Anyway, the family should arrive in Chapel Hill today. My youngest gets tested all day tomorrow and hopefully we'll get some answers that will help him.....and us. He'll have his Kendo practice tonight. And I must say, he is doing well with it. It may one of a few things that he can excel at.

I'm not feeling the humor today.

The MG still needs to have a vacuum test.

I need to pack my lunch for work.

HA!! I found the problem with my fuel gauge. There was a loose connection. Plugged the wires back together and now all is well. Except for the possible vacuum leak at the manifold which I've yet to check for. My bad.

Sooo, I'm standing in the kitchen this morning around 6:30 and my almost 15 year old son comes walking in wearing his boxers. He pours a cup of coffee, much like I would, then lifts his right leg and cuts loose the nastiest fart I've heard in days. What's up with that? The male of the species can't pass gas unless they cheek up and expose the pressure valve? Now, my youngest is asleep on the couch snoring. He's 12. I can only imagine what he'll be like in 10 years. Odd to think that in a few months, my oldest will be getting his learner's permit and my youngest will be doing his bar mitzvahs. Which reminds me, I have some planning to do. He wants this huge production however, the bank account says some sandwiches and koolaid. I'm sure we'll find a compromise. With him we almost always do.

Herman Morris for Mayor.

My MG needs a name. Fickle Bitch is already taken.

Time to Talk MG

I had a problem with my headlights so I took my ignition switch out and was playing with the connections. Not my fuel gauge pegs full even though I know it's not and my amphere gauge is showing a 3 discharge when the car is running. Yep, something's wrong, I just can't figure out what.

Crooks and Money

Are you hearing this? Rickey Peete quits the council while under indictment and he gets to keep his pension. I don't know of any other company out there that lets someone who QUITS KEEP THEIR PENSION. Then, to pile on the good news yesterday, we learn that Joseph Lee will get his medical insurance for life. He quit. Am I missing something here? If I quit would I get my medical for life? Would I get to keep my pension? Maybe it makes a difference on the pension thing if you've been indicted and arrested and entered a plea. I don't know. I've got to get my head right about this one.

Damn. The earth is tilting on its axis. The city buffoons pass this pitiful excuse for an ethics policy and who STILL benefits? The crooks. The liars. The thieves. I'm over it.

My ignition switch still isn't working.

Molly's La Casita

That has to be my favorite watering hole in the city. I've been going there for 16 years now I guess. Best margarita in the city. What I really like about it is how well the wait staff knows me and my family and how well I know them. Even when we're all grumpy it's ok which is the way it should be in any family.

Herman Morris for Mayor

Went to the official opening of his campaign headquarters. Was quite active and was good to see a lot of very familiar faces. I'm feeling good about it!