Author: The Jody

While searching the web to find my dentist’s phone number (you know, just in case *shudder*) I got a page that shows two of Anne Frank’s maternal uncles lived in Leominster. I have no idea how long they lived here, if the way the page is written indicates they died here or what, but why was this never mentioned in school, when we were reading the book? I mean, I’d remember something like that!

I don’t have time to look up any more information now, but if you do visit this page, could you give me your opinion of what it means that Leominster is in parenthesis after their names? Because that line talks about where they lived during the war, I was thinking it meant they lived here when they first came to the U.S.

I wonder if the Leominster Historical Society web page has anything on this?

I packed myself a lunch today. I don’t usually do that – I take advantage of the fairly decent, sometimes downright delicious, hot meals here at work. My lunch is usually less than $5.00, and it allows me to eat cereal for dinner and know that I had at least one good meal complete with veggies that day.

But I went grocery shopping yesterday and got some absolutely gorgeous strawberries, and this morning that was my inspiration to pack a lunch. That and having lunch meat and some potato rolls on which to place the lunch meat. There’s nothing better than ham and cheese with Guldon’s spicy brown mustard on a potato roll. So don’t even try to discuss it with me.

Of course, now I’m nervous that they’re going to be serving one of my favorite lunches today. If they are, what should I do? I should just eat what I packed, but you know I’ll put the sandwich in the fridge and save it for tomorrow if they’re serving either the chicken and sweet onion quesadillas, or that Tuscan pasta dish they started making a couple of weeks ago. Mmmmm.

Also, can someone please tell me why my tooth hurts? It’s making me nervous.

It’s 45 and sunny and we are having fun today! It wasn’t windy enough to fly kites today, which was a bummer, but we filled the kite-flying time with…Junior riding his bike without the training wheels! I got a lot of it on tape, so I may put a few frames up here on the site for you to enjoy…I just can’t do it now because I promised I’d head back outside.

It’s supposed to snow tomorrow, which really makes you appreciate the current temps.

I left this blog entry title the same as an MSN search results page title. The page in question, is on the topic of clown toilet paper holders. I don’t have any, never did, and can safely say I never will. But someone out there is apparently looking for one, and for whatever reason, my site is a hit for this search phrase. Sir or Madame, might I suggest something in a more tasteful brass or ceramic? I’m just saying…

So I like the thought that a clown toilet paper holder is more useful everyday. I’m not sure what would make it more useful. It’s going to pretty much be a toilet paper holder, right? Holds toilet paper? No other purpose? (Hey, this ought to push me right to the top of the MSN search results in a week or so.)

I’ll be frank – I’m okay with just resting the roll right on the window sill. I know, I’m tacky and crass. But the windowsill is perfectly functional in that area. I mean, I have toilet paper holders in both bathrooms, but I’m not above using some that isn’t on the holder.

How did this start again? Cripes, it must be Friday. And a rainy one at that. Junior wants to give the new kites a try tomorrow but it’s not going to be kite weather, unless the definition of kite weather changed to include rain.

The Big DumpTruck — More Useful Everyday

If you can’t afford to leave the waitress a tip, don’t take your three children (I think they were all yours, none of them looked like you) out to a restaurant to eat. Period. I know it was only Friendlies, but I’m guessing that you could rustle up Kraft Macaroni and Cheese and French Fries for a bit less money than you paid for your youngest daughter’s meal.

When you jumped up out of the booth with your food in your hand and your kids had to figure out how to carry all their stuff, I asked Mr. Dump if he thought you were leaving or just moving to another table, because your movements seemed a bit unusual. Three minutes later the waitress came to clear and stated to the hostess, who was seating someone else, “I got stiffed again.”

I hope to God she only meant the tip. If you bolted on the whole bill, you are doing worse than stealing, you are teaching three children that it’s an okay thing to do. It’s not like the waitress makes a fortune, it’s Friendlies for goodness sake.

I am not going to comment at all about the makeup of your family, my thoughts about your situation, or what have you. None of my business, and I’m sure there are plenty of similar families who have decent values. But I’d better never see you eating with your kids in another restaurant I’m in, or I *will* say something to you. Loudly.

And I gave the waitress a $5 tip on a $20 check to make up some of the difference, because she works too hard for her $2 an hour, and it’s not her fault you are a total loser.

Angrily,

The person in the next booth