How Bizarre

So, YS (younger sister) walks out of her apartment on Thursday morning, to go to work and finds her little puddle-jumper has been stolen!
Now this is a little ’89 Honda Civic, two-door hatchback. The least expensive Honda they made, but a car that has faithfully served YS for years.

Report it to the police, shed a little tear and mentally prepare for looking for a new car. All the time wondering who, in their right mind would seal a 17year old car.

On Friday, she gets a call from the police, here car was found and is in the impound lot! Well, this was wonderful news! Of course, she is wondering if her car has been trashed.

Full of Trepidations, she goes to get it.

The car is okay! Better than that, someone vacuumed it! It hadn’t been vacuumed since…well, a long time ago.
She gets it home and finds there are tools in the back that were stolen from her neighbor the same night. She returns these, but there are some gardening tools that she does not know who they belong to, so they are now hers. As is an empty wallet, a set of keys and there was more change in the ashtray.
Oh, and her steering wheel lock was gone.

So, she and a neighbor pulled the broken passenger window back up and cranked the handle up tight. (This is the window I had mostly fixed a few months ago.)

I think they drilled out the ignition, so I suggested she buy a new ‘club’ steering wheel lock and use it.

YS thinks they should have also washed the car too!

Stop pulling my Organleg

My it’s just going to get easier and easier!

Here is what we know.

Kidney’s run around $40,000 on the black market, according to a recent report.

On TV, I watched a program where they had people pose as underage boys and girls in chatrooms and lure men to come visit them for sex.

If you watch the market, you can buy medical clinics.

I am sure that it would not be so hard to find a semi-competent surgeon to work for cash.

Transportation would not be a problem.

All you would need are a few greedy contacts in some hospitals.

I am sure you can see where this is going. A fairly profitable organlegging operation.

And you know the nice thing?

The victims won’t tell people where they are going.
If you’re caught and people find out you are cutting up and selling pedophiles and perverts for parts, if they find you guilty, you might get community service.

And damn, it would be so easy to lure the sick bastards to a proper end.

Rock and Roll

So I was chatting with E and J at lunch last Wednesday, telling them about the piece of bathroom ceiling that I replaced.
J looked at me, her eyes lit up and she sat up straighter in her chair. It was as if some good looking stud puppy had just walked into the room.
“You do drywall?”
Yes, that look in her eyes said that I could rock her world, or at least one room, or maybe just sheetrock a wall.
I looked at her and said, “Don’t even think about it, darlin’.”

It just goes to prove what Red Green said, ‘If the women don’t find you handsome, at least let them find you handy.’

My lot in life.

And last Saturday, as I came out onto the back deck for a short break, WG looked at me, I had just finished tearing out the piece of the damaged bathroom ceiling. There was sheetrock dusk on me, brown insulation, dirt, and dust.
WG took one look at me and sang, ‘Cause I’mmmm, hooked on a ceiling.’

All I could do is shake my head and wonder; for this, I gave up celibacy?

Okay, I wish I had thought of it, but I can’t always be clever, 24-7.

The last Night Creature

So, Buttercup is moving to the swing shift, Bubbles to the day shift(and a nice promotion). That just leaves Blossom on the night shift.
Only one night creature left. At least that is what I called them, my night creatures. With a fifteen hour time difference, they were up at night while I inhabited the day. Hard on them.
Of course, the amusing thing is, that perhaps I am becoming their night creature?

But they are my friends and I am quite fond of them. I am always glad when they move on to better things and at least they are not leaving the company, as so many others have.

And at least I have one night creature left.

seduced into a change

We are working on a change of scenery in the kitchen. Going a little more retro, but with coffee accents.
We had been talking about this for some time and WG has been toying with the idea of going to some color on the walls. More than your standard ‘antique white’
All white appliances sounds good, we will replace them at our leisure. The fridge will be first. It is sixteen years old and will probably fail first.
Then YB (younger brother) and his wife gave us their mostly new white fridge. The avalanche has started.
Paint the walls a creamy gold-yellow, like the 1940 Sunbeam Mixmaster we bought a while ago and that I cleaned and overhauled. Yes, it works.
And you know, a vintage stove would look good in the kitchen too, we agreed.
And I found a slim, (hard to find) 30 inch Wedgewood stove on Craig’s List. About 1950 vintage! For a stove that old, it was in remarkably good shape and clean. Yes, under the burners will need cleaning, but we plan to do a mostly complete overhaul.
Disassemble, clean, repair, replace the insulation. Only two pieces need to be re-enameled! I figure four months of work.

In the meantime, we have the countertops to remove and replace with granite tile.

I suppose if I get weary of the work, I can look at the new coffee mug we have, it says, ‘Coffee! I’ll sleep when I am dead!’