The Big DumpTruck

Throwing Little Thought Pebbles at Your Windshield Since 1996

Month: July, 2003

Here, Have a Seat

Cripes, I invited all of you to stop by and I didn’t even dust off a seat for you. I’m just the worst hostess ever. It’s 3:00 and Lord knows I’ve probably missed most of you, and you know you won’t be back until I send another reminder. Now I’m sad.

But it’s one of those days, you see. Too many things to do, not enough hours to do them. Throw in some system problems and voila, I think maybe I should just go to the mall for a while.

But wait, payday isn’t until Friday. Scratch the mall. *sigh* The library books are 2 days late, too. See how it’s all falling apart? But at least I have some tortilla chips in the snack cabinet. Except the snack cabinet is actually the top of the fridge. But you get my point.

Right?

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Don’t Retrieve Your Tires!

I have no idea if these two things are connected, but in my head, I’m saddened to think they might be.

Driving home on 495 north, right before the 117 exit, I saw a guy walking on the side of the road, putting on gloves. I see his dumptruck (woo hoo) parked up ahead on the side of the road. Now I had JUST passed a truck tire in the right lane…on the left side of the lane so it was pretty easy to swerve around it in the breakdown lane. So of course, it’s obvious the guy in the dumptruck is going back to retrieve this blown tire. At 5pm. On 495. Three lanes of traffic doing 65mph.

Okay, doing the math in the car, with all three lanes filled as filled can be, I’m horrified that this doofus is going to try to get the tire. I cannot conceive of there being a big enough hole in the flow of traffic for him to step out and lug it out of the lane. But then I got off at 117 and wished him the best.

About ten minutes later on the traffic report they say that two lanes of 495 are closed down near 117. Okay, goosebumps. I have no idea if the guy was involved, or if the tire was, or if it was something totally unrelated, but the fact that I’d given the whole thing so much thought, only to hear about an accident (that wasn’t there when *I* had just passed through) freaked me out. And right now I don’t actually know what happened.

Either way, I think the moral of the story is, if people can safely drive around it, leave the debris in the road and call the cops to come and handle it with THEIR LIGHTS ON.

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Pete Zah

Saw an article over the weekend (at least I think it was…maybe it was last week) that pizza is actually good for you. As in, prevents cancer good for you. Now they aren’t talking about that crappola cheese-filled junk you can buy at Pizza Hut, so just forget it. Papa Ginos is closer, with the thin crust and the not-too-much cheese. I actually really like my pizza with a thin crust, just enough sauce to color it, and a little bit of cheese. You know what the perfect pizza is? The Sporkie at Bertuccis. You want me to follow you home? Buy me one of those.

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Stupid Stupid Product "Upgrade"

Someone please, please tell me why on earth cereal companies feel the need to do something “new” with their perfectly fine products? Lucky Charms used to have yellow moons, pink hearts, orange stars and green clover. Then they added blue diamonds. “Oooh, mom, blue diamonds! We have to have blue diamonds!” And other assorted marshmallow bits were added. Rainbows. Pots of gold. One recent one had the middle disappear when milk hit it in the shape of a key. No, don’t ask how I know this.

But I just saw a commercial for one that just takes this too far. Apple Jacks, which remained untouched since I was born (it was my favorite commercial as a baby. Swear to God, my mother tells how I would RUN toward the television in my walker when I heard the Apple Jacks commercial) just added…are you ready? Blue carrots. Wha? Huh? Blue Apple-Jack flavored carrots. Not only is there no point to this, it just makes me angry. That’s right, I’m angry about this. Because they’re messing with a classic, and what if people decide it’s too gross to try and Apple Jacks just go away? Do you see my issue with this?

Stop with the marshmallow pieces, the odd shapes, etc. The ratio of cereal to bits should be at LEAST 3:1. Any more bits than that and you feel like you had candy for breakfast. I actually prefer at 5:1 or so ratio. But maybe I’m not the target audience for Pokemon cereal.

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Stupid Stupid Product “Upgrade”

Someone please, please tell me why on earth cereal companies feel the need to do something “new” with their perfectly fine products? Lucky Charms used to have yellow moons, pink hearts, orange stars and green clover. Then they added blue diamonds. “Oooh, mom, blue diamonds! We have to have blue diamonds!” And other assorted marshmallow bits were added. Rainbows. Pots of gold. One recent one had the middle disappear when milk hit it in the shape of a key. No, don’t ask how I know this.

But I just saw a commercial for one that just takes this too far. Apple Jacks, which remained untouched since I was born (it was my favorite commercial as a baby. Swear to God, my mother tells how I would RUN toward the television in my walker when I heard the Apple Jacks commercial) just added…are you ready? Blue carrots. Wha? Huh? Blue Apple-Jack flavored carrots. Not only is there no point to this, it just makes me angry. That’s right, I’m angry about this. Because they’re messing with a classic, and what if people decide it’s too gross to try and Apple Jacks just go away? Do you see my issue with this?

Stop with the marshmallow pieces, the odd shapes, etc. The ratio of cereal to bits should be at LEAST 3:1. Any more bits than that and you feel like you had candy for breakfast. I actually prefer at 5:1 or so ratio. But maybe I’m not the target audience for Pokemon cereal.

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Drizzle

I was just trying to figure out how long it had been since I last watered the various flowers when I glanced outside and saw little drops on the deck. I hope it rains a little harder than that.

Okay, here’s a photo from the weekend. This was on Saturday, Junior and his two cousins wait patiently for the ice cream man.

waiting for the ice cream man

And finally, trying to decide what to get. For the record, Junior got the Mutant Ninja Turtle bar and I got a Choco Taco. That adult is my sister.

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(Okay, before you ask, Junior is the one with the navy Spadafore Oil t-shirt. Consider that advertising, kids.)

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Back atcha

No, I wasn’t killed by the neighbors or their dog. Just on a little vacation from the computer that involved sleeping out in a tent (anyone want to donate an air mattress), lots of swimming in my sister’s new pool, and drinking LOTS of margaritas with her neighbors. I mean, what a great weekend! Of course, there’s a ton of laundry now, including everything we used to soften the ground for sleeping and I will probably have to wear something other than jeans to work this week.

Unless they declare it jean week.

Junior’s day care provider took today off so I’m trying to get as much work from home done as possible so the day isn’t a total loss, paycheck-wise.

Oh, and the dog was barking prior to 6 again today but I was so tired it hardly bothered me. Also, I think they took him back in as soon as he started. Still….

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A heads up for my neighbors

I swear to God, if they let their dog out before 6 am AGAIN tomorrow and let it bark like the big brain-dead [expletive] it is, I’m going to have to go over there and take matters into my own hands. I mean, how rude is it? And just when the arsewipes on one side of me FINALLY stop putting their yappy little beasts out at FIVE in the morning, the neighbors who used to keep the dog in the house all the time have suddenly lost their minds. I’m just glad I’m not in the house directly behind theirs (like, 20 feet away).

And if anyone out there reading this is wondering “Hmmm. Is she talking about me?” then let me be the first to say, if the shoe fits, keep your damned dog in the house.

p.s. No, I’m not threatening anyone. But at 6 tomorrow morning, all bets are off.

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Weather

Wow, that seems a little, well, low for this time of year.

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Loaner Car

I’m borrowing my parents’ really really awesome terrific expensive fantastic car while mine is in the shop. Oh boy, spoiled am I. I’m not going to want mine back, that’s for sure.

Funny thing, though. When I threw my Annie Lennox cd in the player, it sounded really odd so I checked the settings. Basically all the sound was coming out of the front driver’s side speaker, with the bass turned all the way off and the treble all the way up.

My parents were apparently simulating a really piss-poor mono AM radio.

Boy, are they going to be surprised the next time they use the radio. “Where in the heck did all that depth of sound come from? And is that music coming from behind my head? And in my right ear? Holy cow, it’s a miracle!” If you pay that much for a car (it’s a Toyota Avalon…you do the math) you should probably get the stereo set properly.

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