Lunchblogging AND Catblogging!
[Originally published on Possumblog on July 29, 2005.]
Boy, aren't YOU thrilled!
Lunch was very okay--we went to Moe's Southwestern Grill over off of HIghway 280 where Rossi's used to be (the mark of a true Southerner being that he gives directions to strangers based upon landmarks that no longer exist). Parking's always like a demolition derby, and I absolutely hate having to order things based on their stupid Seinfeld/Friends/other 20th Century references, and I hate hearing the guy at the register shout "WELCOMETOMOE'S!!" at no one in particular, and I hate the pictures they stuck up on the wall to show what the food looks like, because one of them looks like what the food will look like after it's been put through the miraculous human digestive system.
Overall, okay food, though. I got the Homewrecker with chicken and black beans. Should be quite an experience for anyone within earshot (or noseshot) in about an hour or so.
AS FOR LUNCH, had you been there you would have gotten to hear about Jeep driving, nouveau riche rednecks and their cussed infidelity, tensile structures, real linoleum, interviewing for jobs that you know you'll never get, gristle (Jeff got the steak version of what I got, and it was full of cartilaginous goodness), modern art of a sort, valet parking, Kiwi Black Shoe Dye, wives, women, bosses, lime, pig sphincters, and work avoidance. All in all, quite a list, reading back over it.
After we were through, out to admire the blackness of my lower body molding, counterpointed with the shiny trim rings and rich Estonian plastic taillights. He was quite impressed. Took him down the hill to the nearby office building where he wound up having to park, swapped magazine, told him my trick of using an open tin of wintergreen Altoids to make the car smell nice inside, gave him one of the funk-infused Altoids so he would smell just as fresh, and then wandered back here.
FOR CATBLOGGING! AND MORON PROJECT PHASE II REPORTS! BOTH! TOGETHER! IN ONE POST!
Ouch, my throat hurts from all that shouting.
Anyway, yesterday afternoon, I set to work changing out the taillights after I got supper going on a low heat. In the midst of the changeover, Reba and the Oldest and Youngest girls came home and went inside, and then all of a sudden, I noticed I had a visitor.
"Whatcha dooooin'?"
"I'm changing out the taillights on the old car so they'll be pretty and shiny."
"Can I help?"
What daddy could resist!?
So, here is my little mechanic's helper-Cat, holding the offending passenger side taillight, as she stands beside the newly installed version--
Next, the driver's side, which our youngster points at here with remarkable grace and aplomb:
Out with the nasty old fixture and its barely-repaired lenses, which can be seen in this stunning photograph-
AND, in with the new, which made someone very happy--
And for some reason, she decided to demonstrate this subtle bit of oddness--
All in all, a very productive afternoon and evening, especially after supper, when I typed another five pages or so of Reba's research paper.
Boy, aren't YOU thrilled!
Lunch was very okay--we went to Moe's Southwestern Grill over off of HIghway 280 where Rossi's used to be (the mark of a true Southerner being that he gives directions to strangers based upon landmarks that no longer exist). Parking's always like a demolition derby, and I absolutely hate having to order things based on their stupid Seinfeld/Friends/other 20th Century references, and I hate hearing the guy at the register shout "WELCOMETOMOE'S!!" at no one in particular, and I hate the pictures they stuck up on the wall to show what the food looks like, because one of them looks like what the food will look like after it's been put through the miraculous human digestive system.
Overall, okay food, though. I got the Homewrecker with chicken and black beans. Should be quite an experience for anyone within earshot (or noseshot) in about an hour or so.
AS FOR LUNCH, had you been there you would have gotten to hear about Jeep driving, nouveau riche rednecks and their cussed infidelity, tensile structures, real linoleum, interviewing for jobs that you know you'll never get, gristle (Jeff got the steak version of what I got, and it was full of cartilaginous goodness), modern art of a sort, valet parking, Kiwi Black Shoe Dye, wives, women, bosses, lime, pig sphincters, and work avoidance. All in all, quite a list, reading back over it.
After we were through, out to admire the blackness of my lower body molding, counterpointed with the shiny trim rings and rich Estonian plastic taillights. He was quite impressed. Took him down the hill to the nearby office building where he wound up having to park, swapped magazine, told him my trick of using an open tin of wintergreen Altoids to make the car smell nice inside, gave him one of the funk-infused Altoids so he would smell just as fresh, and then wandered back here.
FOR CATBLOGGING! AND MORON PROJECT PHASE II REPORTS! BOTH! TOGETHER! IN ONE POST!
Ouch, my throat hurts from all that shouting.
Anyway, yesterday afternoon, I set to work changing out the taillights after I got supper going on a low heat. In the midst of the changeover, Reba and the Oldest and Youngest girls came home and went inside, and then all of a sudden, I noticed I had a visitor.
"Whatcha dooooin'?"
"I'm changing out the taillights on the old car so they'll be pretty and shiny."
"Can I help?"
What daddy could resist!?
So, here is my little mechanic's helper-Cat, holding the offending passenger side taillight, as she stands beside the newly installed version--
Next, the driver's side, which our youngster points at here with remarkable grace and aplomb:
Out with the nasty old fixture and its barely-repaired lenses, which can be seen in this stunning photograph-
AND, in with the new, which made someone very happy--
And for some reason, she decided to demonstrate this subtle bit of oddness--
All in all, a very productive afternoon and evening, especially after supper, when I typed another five pages or so of Reba's research paper.
posted by Terry at 8/04/2005 03:56:00 PM
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