Friday Night Open Thread

Glad to see that ACA got a temporary reprieve- now we need to be make sure they don’t kill it with 1000 cuts.

At any rate, I picked up the car today from the shop, and after a sacrifice of blood and money to the Subaru gods, my car is running like a champion. Thought I would share part of my conversation with the dealership guy to demonstrate why they hate me but love my money:

Subaru guy: Ok. You’re all ready to go. Here’s what we did. We-

Me: I’m not going to understand this.

Subaru guy: -something something sensor something something bushings something something injector something something next oil change something something come back in 30k miles.

Me: What about the blinking tire pressure gauge thing?

Subaru guy: We checked the TPS and it is ok and your tires are fine and inflated ok.

Me: What if it starts blinking again?

Subaru guy: Just ignore it. It just means your tires might need some air or the battery might be dying on it.

Me: They MIGHT need some air? Isn’t that precisely the same amount of information I had in my Subaru that DIDN’T have a TPS? What’s the point of that thing then?

Subaru guy: *Pauses* If the light comes on and stays on then get your tires checked.

Me: You just told me to ignore the light.

Subaru guy: Only if it is just blinking. If it comes on and stays on you have a problem.

Me: How can we be sure? We already have no idea what it means when it is blinking, why should we trust it if it comes on and stays on?

Subaru guy: *Pauses* I’ve never known that light to come on and stay on unless there is a problem.

Me: Ok, whatever. What about the check engine light?

Subaru guy: It’s off.

Me: It was off when I came here. Did you fix whatever it was that was making it go on?

Subaru guy: We think so. But if it comes back on come back and we will fix it.

Me: Isn’t that why I am here right now?

Subaru guy: *Pauses*

Me (sensing there is hate building in his heart): You know what, never mind. How much?

At any rate, the car ran like a dream, and I saw a noticeable increase in gas mileage, and apparently the bushings have something to do with the way it rides, because it was so much better and really fun to drive. I took advantage of the beautiful weather and headed to Pittsburgh to pick up an antique armoire we found on Craigslist for $100 bucks, and man is it a beauty. This thing is worth a helluva lot more.

I put it right in the foyer as soon as you walk in the front door. It’s off center right now because I need to get something for the legs so they don’t fall through the cold air intake, but it looks perfect there. It’s cedar lined, and has drawers on the right side and a space to hang jackets and put shoes on the left side.

My house is really starting to shape up. Now I need to figure out what to hang above it the armoire.



Little House Update

I found this neat little table for 20 bucks, and I had the mirror already, so I put it in the upstairs hallway in between my bedroom and the spare bedroom:

About two years ago, I found this massive file that was a scale representation of the universe, and I had a friend blow it up put it on canvas and frame it, but I never had a place to put it until now. I think it looks great in my office.

Finally, ABC’s kids are coming down for a visit the first week of April, so we set the blue third floor bedroom up for them (and that is a royal we- all I really did was pick up the twin beds off craigs list and be my usual patient saint-like self as she shopped for the bedding and stuff).

The boys already play hockey and are lax curious, so I had a buddy of mine custom string some sticks in their favorite colors. Gonna do some craigslisting for cheap bikes because Bethany is great for kids to ride around. She made the lamps. She’s very crafty and can do all sorts of cool things like that. I’m kinda lucky.



Sunday Night Open Thread

ABC’s kids are coming down for their spring break, so we (that’s a royal we) set up a room for them:

Just need to hang the curtains but ABC was a bit worn out after dealing with me all day.



Mission Accomplished, No Casualties

So apparently we have a new chair of the DNC, Tom Perez, and he is a fine man and will make a good chair. He immediately appointed Ellison his co-chair or whatever. This will not stop the idiot left, because poutrage is so much fun and good for attention. Not to mention, while I personally have no problem with Ellison’s religion because as an obnoxious atheist it seems pointless to differentiate between different flavors of make believe, the fact is a large portion of our country would have a problem so this will make it easier in places where Democrats have had trouble as of late.

That won’t stop the manic progressives who decided to turn this DNC chair election into a proxy Clinton/Sanders primary, so just ignore them, mock them, or tell them to fuck off. If Trump isn’t enough to unite Democrats, these fucking people are worthless and we deserve him. I swear to god these Bernie bots read the Charge of the Light Brigade and learned all the fucking wrong lessons.

In other chair related news, the police in Washington, PA called before I left to pick up chairs and informed us they had ABC’s wallet (with everything in it!), so I went the long way to Pittsburgh, picked that up on the way, got the chairs, did a bunch of other chores, and made it home in one piece. Here are the new chairs, although we are re-doing the cushions (and again, that is a royal we which means I will stand and “help” until she just tells me to grab the dogs and to unass her area of operation).



So I Had a Day

The lady friend (she’s actually ok with you all knowing her name as she has quite a web presence and has commented on one of the posts about her, but I just like saying the lady friend and pissing you all off when I get the chance) left this morning early, and I had two missions to complete. I had to pick up four antique chippendale chairs for her, and I had to get a corner cupboard for me. So I grabbed Gerald and we fired up the trusty Subaru, programmed google maps to get us to Cheswick, and off we went to the NE side of Pittsburgh.

Pro-tip: The tunnels at Pittsburgh suck around rush hour. Learning experience.

Right around then, the lady friend called from the road and informed me she could not find her wallet. She had had it this morning, and I knew she got gas first thing, so I asked her how she bought gas. Turns out she left her wallet on the top of the car at the gas station in Washington, PA. Four hours away from where she currently was. She told me she has only lost her wallet once in her entire life, and my first thought was “Ha- the tractor beam of comic error that is my life already has her in its grasp.”

So to figure out where she got gas (she had no idea because why would she know the name of a damned gas station in the middle of nowhere), I told her to go online and look at her debit card info, and then she looked it up and called the gas station. The person working did not speak English and she sounded really pissed and irritated, so I had her text me the number, I would call, and then after we picked up the chairs, I would drive the to Washington and see if they had it.

Called them up, and he REALLY did not speak English very well. AT ALL. He just kept saying “come tomorrow the girl who was working will be here,” which, for obvious reasons, was not satisfactory. I asked to speak to his boss, and he told me has no boss. It took me a while to realize he meant he had no manager, so I asked him “If someone were to rob you, who would you call.”

He replied… “police.”

This is a reminder that just because someone doesn’t speak English, it doesn’t mean they are a moron. I then asked him “ok, after the police, who would you call” and he gave me the number. I called him, he said “oh yeah, he doesn’t speak english, I can call him.”

Got there, loaded up the corner cupboard (a steal at 150 bucks), programmed google maps to get us to McKeesport, and off we went. The guy we were buying them from had a NYC cell phone number and a British accent, and when we got to the address, and it was not a nice area. At all. Although I do think I know where to buy some drugs now. At any rate, we called him, and he said he was waiting outside, but there was no one there. Again, this was a sketchy neighborhood, and this was craigslist, and the chairs were 300 bucks, so I said to Gerald “maybe this is a setup and we’re about to get jacked.” That is when the guy called back and told us that we must be at the north version of that address, he is at the south version of that address, on the other side of the library. I thought DC was the only place that had that kind of fuckery, but we drove off and got to a part of the neighborhood that was WORSE.

Outside is this sketchy looking dude, barefoot, looking like a 60 year old Jeff Spicoli. And he was living in and ABANDONED CHURCH. I told Gerald I would go in and pay and we would get the chairs, and he could stay with the car because Gerald for reasons I do not know is afraid of churches. Some things are best left unasked. The guy said “oh no, you don’t want to do that” and ushered us inside and deadbolted the door after we were in. At any rate, the church was completely gutted on the inside, the flooring was nothing but 1/2″ plywood, and he had fashioned a living room in the middle and a kitchen in the corner and the whole interior was under construction and there were antiques everywhere. Got the chairs, loaded them up, and at this point we had some serious Beverly Hillbillies shit going on.

For extra flavor, I was wearing overalls. Because that’s how I roll.

Drove an hour to Washington, got to the gas station, no wallet. In fact, I think the guy was proud of the fact that he had learned the word wallet, because he said “no wallet” three times and smiled. Loaded up, drove off and… hit a Philly sized pothole and the glass in the corner cupboard shattered.

Five minutes later, the check engine light went on, and the car started missing horribly. Fortunately, if there is one person in the world to be with when a car breaks down, it is Gerald, because the guy is a fucking genius who can do anything with cars. we turned and went back a couple miles to an Advanced Auto Parts, ran a diagnostic, and most of my spark plugs had gone tits up. Bought some spark plugs and just gambled we would make it home, and if not, he would have his cousin bring tools to wherever we broke down and he would MacGuyver some shit with the new plugs.

Got home. A four hour trip turned into eight, the glass in the cupboard is shattered, my car is in need of the ER, and someone shit in the living room while I was gone and I know it was fucking Rosie.

Here’s the corner cupboard and a stark reminder that my photography skills blow:

I need a shower.



House Update

Thought I would share some of the lovely pictures that the lady friend took of the dining room and kitchen after she spent a significant amount of time organizing and hanging pictures and forcing me to throw out and give away a lot of stuff. She’s got a lot of talent:

I’m picking up a corner cupboard off craiglist on the other side of Pittsburgh, and we picked out a 9’x 7′ rug.

For my part, I ordered this for her as a thank you:

Finally, as a bonus, here’s our boy Walter cleaning his bestest friend’s ears:



Busy Busy Busy

As I noted elsewhere, I spent much of the day walking around my house unpacking boxes while yelling “WHO BOUGHT ALL THIS SHIT,” but that didn’t stop me from picking up a couple more things when I went out for coffee, to check the mail, and hit the bank. Stopped at a little flea market and picked up a bench and basket for the bathroom:

Also picked up this lamp because it was frivolous and fun and only 20 bucks, and I am going to put in the lavender room where anything goes BECAUSE IT IS MY FUCKING HOUSE AND MY RULES:

IN other news, the animals all have their own breakfast nook now that Steve’s climber is in place:

Here’s a bonus picture of Rosie, who is in good spirits like her dad because the weather is cold but dry and our shoulders and hips are not hurting. We like it when it is dry and sunny, us old folks do:

What is going down this Saturday evening?