Monthly Archives: February 2010

Surprised by Sunshine

This morning I walked into the kitchen somewhat groggily (I went to bed late–we’re painting our bedroom, and under some time constraints). Anyway, I walked into the kitchen and saw something very strange on the side of the wall. I was thinking to myself, “What on earth IS that?” when I realized it was a splash of bright sunshine. I hadn’t seen it in so long I didn’t even recognize it. You know something is funny when you laugh when you are all alone–that was me this morning. So today, even thought it is still in the 20’s, I have to shout it on the rooftops: I love seeing the sun!!!!!

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Drama at the Carwash

Not everyone can do what I did last week. How could I get into a wreck while going through Fast Eddy’s Car Wash? I thought it was safer.
I really like getting onto the conveyor belt, putting my car in neutral, and letting a giant machine wash my car. At the end, I dutifully put it back into drive, put my foot on the brake, and waited for the car in front of me to get wiped off and move out of the way.
Just as the dude motioned her to go forward, the elderly woman driving put it into reverse and backed into me–hard. And then, figuring she wasn’t going forward fast enough, gunned it a couple of times.
The resulting damage was $494.37 (plus a rental car for two days)–on her dime, of course. But first I had to put up with her coming to my car window (while we were waiting for the police to come to file a report) saying “You know, I just don’t NEED this today.” I bit my tongue and didn’t say, “Then learn the difference between drive and reverse, lady!” Instead I said, “I need some quiet time right now, so I’m going to roll up the window. Maybe you should sit in your car.”
Maybe, just maybe, it’s time for her to turn in her car keys.

Hicks Rule, So Holla Back, Y’all

Today I got a package of those little hard candy hearts in a box–you know the kind–with little sayings on them. Except I’m not sure I understand them anymore. OK, I get BFF–I mean, I can LOL and ROTFLMAO with the best of them. But I was stumped by “Hicks Rule” Initially I thought, yeah, Indiana is finally getting the attention it deserves. But no, off the edge a little bit was an errant “C,” it actually was “Chicks Rule.” Way more boring.
And then I came to one that said “holla.” “Holla?” I thought–what is that? So being the industrious worker bee that I am, I googled it and the urban dictionary tells me this:
1. A way for a brotha to say he wants to get in your pants
2. A pimp ass way of saying ‘what up’
3. May be used to end a conversation
1. ‘Ay, my boy right here wanna holla at cha’
2. ‘Holla, what you be doin’
3. ‘I gotta go, buh holla back.’

And all the time I was thinking it was a misspelling of hola!
But then another entry said:
A greeting that seems recent, but was used as far back as Shakespeare’s time.
Francisco: Bernardo has my place. Give you good night.
Marcellus: Holla! Bernardo!

I ate all my hearts. Hope I get some more.