Hey All,
Lurking mostly as i still don't feel 100 percent.. not the stomach.. mostly its the bowels... I know you REALLY did NOT want to know that...
bleh...
I was on my way to farm and fleet to see about a pair of horse hoof nippers.. and got a call from a friend, 'hey where are you?' Me- "on the beltline (in Madison). Why?'
'Let me buy you lunch.'.... yada yada yada.. some place up near the capital. I'm driving my "farm" truck, so up to the capitol I go, find a parking garage, whilst talking to
my friend about his dog who has kennel cough... find a place to park, then off to find this pub/tavern/bar n grill...
He actually had a buy one get one free meal so bought me lunch, I am thinking in the back of my head that he must want something.. like help moving.. since I have a truck and a trailer...
We would have sat inside., but there was not 1 screaming baby.. but 2 screaming babies (at the same table)... not once did mumsie or dadsie try to curb le- crying....pacifier, juice... walk... holding le-baby... no no.. lets let the kid SCREAM for over half an hour to forty minutes....
There is a comedy talk show on the radio and the hostess usually flies what she refers to as "Screaming Baby Airlines" they often repeat the bit of the pilot to the passengers.
"Thank you for flying screaming baby airline, if you don't have a screaming baby, one will be provided for you for the flight. In case of an emergency, a screaming baby will come from the ceiling for you." ...
It felt like that at this pub/tavern...between that and the OMG's "did you see what WHATSER FACE was wearing..." group of young lack wits who had to pay for their meal with change grubbed from their very expensive clutch/coin purse/wallets...They then proceeded to LOUNGE in and on the chairs... one young lady was curled up in her bistro chair, blocking the already too tight walk way, ignoring what was going on around her so she could check her Face Book updates... They were still there when we left... an hour or so later...
The highlight was a fellow across the road doing a good rendition of Dark Side of the Moon while playing a guitar, and a pair of odd beans, one wearing a wedding dress, riding a bike built for two sort of contraption, on their way TOO a rally at the Capitol... I think I saw lobbyists, young democrats and republicans, probably a senator or two, and hordes of school kids being dragged from point A to point B by chaparones and parents.
So I get to my truck and it doesn't want to start... yes I know its usually the VAN.. that does that... BUT I knew what the problem was, or usually is...
I have a push button start, and one wire gets a tiny amount of corrosion on it, I need to strip off a bit, re-put it through this thingy on the push button... push in a pin on the steering column and POOF.. it starts... bad part, all I had on me was a set of vice grips, but they worked.
Anyhoo, I will try to be back on later.. if my bowels will let me... shhhhh... don't tell them I was on here... they are kinda weird at the moment.. but then again.. so am I.
Lurking mostly as i still don't feel 100 percent.. not the stomach.. mostly its the bowels... I know you REALLY did NOT want to know that...
bleh...
I was on my way to farm and fleet to see about a pair of horse hoof nippers.. and got a call from a friend, 'hey where are you?' Me- "on the beltline (in Madison). Why?'
'Let me buy you lunch.'.... yada yada yada.. some place up near the capital. I'm driving my "farm" truck, so up to the capitol I go, find a parking garage, whilst talking to
my friend about his dog who has kennel cough... find a place to park, then off to find this pub/tavern/bar n grill...
He actually had a buy one get one free meal so bought me lunch, I am thinking in the back of my head that he must want something.. like help moving.. since I have a truck and a trailer...
We would have sat inside., but there was not 1 screaming baby.. but 2 screaming babies (at the same table)... not once did mumsie or dadsie try to curb le- crying....pacifier, juice... walk... holding le-baby... no no.. lets let the kid SCREAM for over half an hour to forty minutes....
There is a comedy talk show on the radio and the hostess usually flies what she refers to as "Screaming Baby Airlines" they often repeat the bit of the pilot to the passengers.
"Thank you for flying screaming baby airline, if you don't have a screaming baby, one will be provided for you for the flight. In case of an emergency, a screaming baby will come from the ceiling for you." ...
It felt like that at this pub/tavern...between that and the OMG's "did you see what WHATSER FACE was wearing..." group of young lack wits who had to pay for their meal with change grubbed from their very expensive clutch/coin purse/wallets...They then proceeded to LOUNGE in and on the chairs... one young lady was curled up in her bistro chair, blocking the already too tight walk way, ignoring what was going on around her so she could check her Face Book updates... They were still there when we left... an hour or so later...
The highlight was a fellow across the road doing a good rendition of Dark Side of the Moon while playing a guitar, and a pair of odd beans, one wearing a wedding dress, riding a bike built for two sort of contraption, on their way TOO a rally at the Capitol... I think I saw lobbyists, young democrats and republicans, probably a senator or two, and hordes of school kids being dragged from point A to point B by chaparones and parents.
So I get to my truck and it doesn't want to start... yes I know its usually the VAN.. that does that... BUT I knew what the problem was, or usually is...
I have a push button start, and one wire gets a tiny amount of corrosion on it, I need to strip off a bit, re-put it through this thingy on the push button... push in a pin on the steering column and POOF.. it starts... bad part, all I had on me was a set of vice grips, but they worked.
Anyhoo, I will try to be back on later.. if my bowels will let me... shhhhh... don't tell them I was on here... they are kinda weird at the moment.. but then again.. so am I.
I hope I sleep tonight
