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December 8, 2004

Latest developments in Tallahassee driving and road construction

As of today, getting around in Tallahassee still is less than desirable. The ongoing road work on Capital Circle Southwest and Crawfordville Highway has been deemed unacceptable by me. While in the long run, it will prove to be one of the greatest developments the Southside has seen, for now, it's utterly ridiculous. At this point, there is absolutely NO WAY to exit my neighborhood AT ALL unless you go 5 miles in the wrong direction first. Utterly unacceptable.

In other news, I witnessed something the other day that cemented my hostility towards the Publix Bagboy. While waiting in the vehicle for my husband to go pick up a prescription, I saw him. We'll call him Evil Publix Bagboy (EPB, for short). Well, EPB was collecting shopping carts, as is his wont, and he spies something in one of them. Quickly taking a look around to see if anyone is watching, he picks the object up. Oh, it's a watch! Another quick look (he doesn't see me in the vehicle), and a closer inspection. Ah, the band is broken. Hmm, Lost and Found worthy? Maybe I'll just blithely put it in my pocket. Now, you might say, "Give the guy the benefit of the doubt." You, however, probably don't know him. Besides, he was acting supremely shifty. And he's evil.

Question of the day

How come when I'm nice enough to let a person with one item get in front of me at the store, they have to pay with a check? And it's bad?

Places/people I have boycotted and they don't know it

Bianca's
Jimmy John's
Wings to go (since 1998)
Chili's

EPB
Chuck Norris
Walmart Photo Department

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May 17, 2005

Latest developments in Tallahassee driving and road construction

   Okay, so I can get out at the end of my road now. That's good. But we still seem to be having trouble at the Capital Circle Southwest and Crawfordville Highway light. Folks, here's a refresher course on the basics of driving. Ready? GREEN MEANS GO-RED MEANS STOP. What is the problem with these people? They blatantly run red lights. They inch into the intersection so far that when the light DOES turn green, they can't see it. Guess what, if you pass the white line, you've ALREADY RUN THE STOP LIGHT!!! Go ahead and get out of the way!

     In other news, pertaining to the 2005 Fudgecicle crisis--Publix, order more! What's the problem? If it sells enough that you run out, ORDER MORE!   I had to listen to my husband whine all last weekend that he didn't get his Fudgecicles. This is a grisly reminder of the Ben & Jerry's Coffee Heath Bar Crunch episode of 2004. Scary. Related--EPB was riding down my street on his little bicycle the other day. I'm ashamed to say I ignored my baser instincts and didn't throw that stick at him.

     Also, I've had recent dealings with PetSmart. One of my dogs visited our merry vet the other day and he recommended a trim. My husband called PetSmart and made an appointment for 9 am. He took her up there and they said he'd have to leave her and they'd call him when they were done? Anyway, by noon, they still hadn't done anything with her. Long story short (many phone calls later), they finished at 5 pm. So basically, the 9 am appointment was not an appointment at all. That's just the time they want you to drop the dog off, go home and wait ALL DAY for a phone call. Even Comcast isn't THAT bad. At least they give you a 4 hour window. At least it was cheap ($45).

Quote of the day

Just when you think you're becoming a good housekeeper, a 9 month old comes along and proves otherwise.

May 24, 2005

    If you haven't already, read my latest rant for the background on this story. So maybe I have been too hard on the 'necks across the street. They actually cleaned up their porch! That brings them up a peg on the mountain-people-meter. But wait, they got a cute puppy hound dog. Nothing wrong with that. He seems really sweet. The problem is, they let the dog cross the street to pee on my fence (maybe they read my rant). My dogs don't commune well with other dogs, so this ended up being a full on barkfest. I finally got the killer dogs inside with much cajoling and Beggin' Stripe bribes. Down one notch. So, back to square one, right? Wrong. Later, after a lot of noise drifted from over that way, an ambulance arrived, followed by the Fire Department. Not sure what happened, but one of the men of the house was carried away on a stretcher (he was conscious). It looked like he was favoring his right hand?
     They've also erected a tarp to cover the latest addition to the yard--a boat (so far, there's been a non-descript car, a couple of tow trucks, and a small pick-em-up truck with different colors on every panel which recently acquired a Confederate flag-full size). Last Sunday afternoon, a meeting of about 6 hillbilly men convened around this boat to stand around and drink beer for the rest of the day. Another notch.
     And before you ask, no, I don't have anything better to do when I'm relaxing on my swing, and the request has been put in with my husband to move it to the back yard.