Author: The Jody

I went to the sex offender registry, which is now able to give details (name and address) about level 3 offenders. It’s scary to sit there and wait for the search results, hoping against hope that the closest offender is nowhere near your neighborhood. I feel pretty safe where I live, but who’s to say what the neighbors have been up to? (Oh man, is this website ever slow. The headlines in the Telegram point out that the servers have been getting HAMMERED with people looking up their towns.)

I’m more nervous about my mom’s neighborhood. It’s never been the best place to live, and the apartment complex at the far end of the street isn’t the most desireable place to live. Some poor woman was shot and killed by her freaky neighbor about a year ago. I’d be thrilled to find out there aren’t any in the neighborhood, but it wouldn’t surprise me if there were. It’s certainly not the way it was when I grew up there.

Huh. We only have two that live in Leominster, and 3 that work here. And they don’t live anywhere near me or my mom! Whew! I’m feeling a lot better all of a sudden.

The window is fixed. Now it goes down and then back up again. Can you imagine??!

Total cost for everything done to the car in the past week is in the $350.00 neighborhood. More than I wanted to spend, but less than I feared. Next up, the 90k mile checkup. Yucko. I’m going to have to figure out if I can do that one in pieces, if the going rate is over $500 for a 1992 Nissan Maxima. Which I assume it is.

I can’t complain, I haven’t really put money into the car since I got it two years ago. You can’t count the $2000 in bodywork from when the guy backed into me, because, well, that guy backed into me. I didn’t do it. It wasn’t normal wear and tear for the grill to be ripped off. At least I hope it wasn’t.

I wouldn’t mind getting another minivan, because I still really really really miss my old one. But how can I justify it when this car, while older, runs so darned well and doesn’t come with a coupon book of monthly payments?

Is my stiff neck getting worse, or is this a side effect of me favoring it combined with the radical stretching exercises I’m doing to see if I can get my muscles to relax a bit? I don’t think it’s anything terminal, given that I’ve had these before, but damned if I don’t feel worse now than I did earlier. I did find the Advil about 30 minutes ago. I should probably unclench my teeth for a while, too. I wasn’t aware that I was clenching them. I don’t feel like there’s anything clench-worthy in my life.

Also, I discovered a little cut on my hand the hard way. The hard way being “by using some of that Purell Instant Hand Sanitizer after I sneezed,” which then burned the little cut with the fury of a thousand white hot suns. Or maybe 400 white hot suns.

Can’t you see that I’m falling to pieces right in front of your eyes?

Geez Louise, what the hell was my body doing while I was asleep last night? This morning I’m all achy – stiff neck, sore hips and shoulders. Is this what “being old” feels like? Cause it’s not good, not good at all. And nothing that you potty brains are thinking of happened last night, so that’s right out.

Sheesh. I’d better go look for the Advil.

Also, what the heck is up with the fall-like photo they chose for August on my New England Travel and Events calendar? God, what a depressing brown photo. “Hey, let’s get a shot of everything when it’s all brownish green from the excessive heat of summer. Oh, and we’ll take the photo late in the day so there are lots of shadows everywhere. We’ll call it “Death to Summer” or something cheery like that.

A whole month I get to look at this. *sigh*

I think it’s a shame, really. It’s a shame in a couple of different ways. It’s a shame that Nomar behaved so badly when he was trying to get his salary boosted. For someone who claimed to want to play out his whole career here, for any price, many of us were insulted that he decided to play hardball [sic] with management’s offer. Bad move. The fans don’t like that kind of crap, especially when the offer looks mighty good in relation to the level of recent play.

And then there were the endless weeks of injury, followed up by the less than impressive playing. Nomar, for God’s sake, stop swinging on the first pitch!

Well, go ahead, I guess it doesn’t matter anymore, does it.

Still, Nomar was my favorite for years. He was the team mascot. We all loved him. I think it’s stinky that in baseball, it’s nearly impossible to spend your whole career with one club. So ya, I’ll miss Nomar. But I guess I’m not very surprised he’s gone.