Fridays suck.
I hate Fridays. Really, I do.
For one thing, because it’s not really MY Friday. Not at work.
Secondly, because Fridays, of all days, tend to be overly busy at work.
I’ve complained about it on here before.
You customers should be out boozing it up, for crying out loud. It’s Friday! Go party! Worry about your troubles on Monday, for the love of pete! That way it’s not MY problem. Heh.
preggo brain: 1, car: 0
Being monsoon season, it rained yesterday.
Earlier that day, I had gone down to the yarn shop to get some yarn for a baby blanket or two, and to remind the ladies that I would still like to work there, darn it!!
Anyway, I rolled the passenger side window down a bit when I went inside, and left it down on the drive home. It was only cracked like maybe, two inches, if that.
I parked the car in the driveway at home, went inside and went about my business. I noticed it started raining. Really hard. So, I stood slack-jawed at the window, watching how hard the rain was coming down. (Shut up. We’re in the desert. Rain is an amazing thing to watch, especially in the desert. Nearly everyone here does it, too. I mean, it only happens a few times in a year. So we gotta watch it!) It didn’t even occur to me that the window was still open on my car.
I went to the back door to watch how the wind was whipping the pool water into a frenzy. I got a chair, sat down and started knitting while watching the rain fall.
Josh comes out, peeks outside the front door (I couldn’t open it before as the wind was driving the rain to the south/southeast, nearly horizontally, so that if we opened the door, it would come into the house, even under the porch). He says, “um, babe, did you know your passenger side window is still open??”
SHIT! I jump up and start looking for an umbrella. The rain is STILL coming down really hard.
Realize umbrellas (both of them) are still in the truck. Which is also in the driveway. CRAP!
Remember that we still have some rain slickers from when we went to Universal Studios a few years ago (or maybe it was Disneyland) and it rained most of the time we were there. Grabbed one, dashed outside. Rain still has not let up. Carefully run to the car and jump in (soaking the driver-side in the process). Put key in the ignition and turn it enough to bring up the power, and roll up the window (power windows, naturally). Look at the inside of my poor car and how soaked the seat is, the dash and the floor. Sigh, and scramble out of the car and head back to the house. By now the lower 8” of my jeans’ legs are soaked too. My sandals are all squidgey, so I take them off at the door, take off the slicker and go hang it in the shower, then change into dry jammies.
I blame preggo brain for this. I am almost 99% sure I would have thought about my car’s windows in ordinary circumstances. Or, if not, I certainly would have realized it was still down a LOT sooner than 20 some minutes into a downpour, AFTER having it brought to my attention by my husband. :red:
Once the rain finally let up, I went to go get dinner, and brought a bunch of paper towels with me so I could at least wipe down the dash and door panels. Then when I went to get lunch this morning, it was literally a sauna inside… the windshield was steamed up, and as soon as I sat down inside, my sunglasses even steamed over. Yuck.
Later today, I noticed that the rain, having been practically horizontal, had even made it to the center of the dash (the console with the gauges is in the center of the car on an Ion). I had only wiped down the water I could see, so I guess maybe that section had mostly dried. What gave it away today was the water spots.
So, my poor car got an unwanted bath on the inside, which, as I’ve said, I’m blaming on preggo-brain. Josh joked that the baby is probably a girl, and is sucking away all my brain cells for herself, since a lot of guys tend to lack in the brain department. I just kind of laughed, although after thinking about it, since it’s HIS spawn, it could go either way since he’s pretty damn smart as it is, so I would hope that, girl or boy, she/he’s just as smart as as her/his daddy. 😉
I think he was just voicing his hope that it’s a girl, though. 😉
it’s raining, it’s pouring…
Well, it WAS pouring.
See?
There’s a river where our street used to be!
So. Do you think this means our monsoon season has begun? 😊
After I took the last picture, I heard rain start falling pretty hard again, but it wasn’t falling on me. So I started walking back to my street, and could see it falling east of me, and slowly moving toward me. It was rather.. wierd. So I stashed the camera under my shirt and made a dash for the house. I had intended on taking more pictures, but I didn’t have an umbrella since it was only barely sprinkling when I went out. Ah well.
What I took does show that the flash flood warnings we get around here during monsoon are no joke. The rain will fall so hard and so fast, the ground has absolutely NO time to start absorbing it. That, and the drains usually get clogged up with the debris that gets torn from trees. We saw millions of pine needles and loads of palm tree debris all over one of the roads we were driving down on the way home, and the streets were just flooded since the drains were getting clogged.
When we went into Best Buy before all this hit, it was probably still well over 100 degrees (probably around 110)... by the time we came out (it had just started to rain), the temperature felt like it had dipped to around 95 or so. It’s so nice to get rain in the summer, except for the next day. Then it’s all hot AND muggy. Blech.
update to…
the baby blog, to those who have the link. 😊
made another blog…
No, I’m not abandoning this one, although I’ve posted more entries today than in the past two weeks… But anyway, I made a blog using WordPress for my pregnancy and future baby stuff. If you’re intrested in getting the URL, you’ll need to email me, or post a comment requesting it.
I chose WordPress for that blog as it has password-protection on the entries built into the program, rather than having to hack it myself like I sort of did with EE here, and with that, it only prevents anyone who wasn’t registered and approved in a certain category from reading the posts, which required tweaking the templates to get it to hide the posts to the general public. Probably more work than it was worth as I don’t use it much.
But anyway… as I said, anyone interested in the URL, comment here or send me an email.
like a broiler…
I guess it is Luke AFB’s reporting system that is broken, because when I change it to Glendale Airport, it changes the time to 11:50am MST and 100 degrees…
(and the above pic is showing four hours ago, even…. it’s probably a good five to eight degrees warmer than that now.)
image from azcentral.com
patriotic
On the way to work Saturday morning, as we were leaving the neighborhood, I noticed that someone had gone around and put little miniature flags in everyone’s yards (the little ones on sticks).
I’ll try to take a picture of ours in the next day or two. It’s just too darn hot out there and I’ve already been out twice today. I’m spending the rest of the day indoors (we just added a lot of chlorine to the pool so we have to wait a while before we can go swimming), at least until it gets dark.
:blank:
‘we burned the beans’
That was their excuse.
Since when do burnt beans smell like cigarettes?? And taste like it??
I know what burned food tastes like, and I’m sorry, but what I tasted last night was NOT it.
I tried looking up on Jeeves “what burned refried beans smell like”, but it didn’t come up with anything helpful. Does anyone out there know what they smell like? Do they really smell like cigarettes, or was the manager just trying to find a convenient way out of a potential fiasco?
Oh, and I did get my money back. All $2.25 and tax. Whee!
that smokehouse flavor…
If only I were talking about almonds…
Last night at around midnight, Josh and I were hungry (I’m almost always hungry since I swear my stomach has shrunk, and I can only eat so much at a time anymore), so we decided, since it’s midnight and little else is open, to get some Del Taco.
About all I can stomach from there anymore is burritos and fries. I used to get burritos with red sauce, but baby says ‘no way’ to even that mild stuff, so plain bean & cheese it is.
So I ordered two plain, and one with green sauce (since that is what Josh likes), and a few other things, paid, and went on my merry way.
I got home, doled out which food belonged to whom, and opened my burrito wrapping, slapped some sour cream on the paper (I must have sour cream!), dipped the burrito in the sour cream and took a bite.
OH.MY.GAWD. If I were the type that puked easily, I would have. The damn thing tasted like cigarettes!! I sniffed it to make sure I wasn’t imagining things. Yep, cigarettes. I asked Josh to smell it. He smelled it too. He smelled his, then tossed it into the bag. His also smelled of cigarettes. I smelled the second burrito of mine, which also smelled of cigarettes.
We tried calling the store, but there was no answer (which is stupid, as they’re open 24 hrs!). So Josh called the 800# line and left a message reporting their asses. The smell just permeated the whole burrito, including inside in the beans.... Either someone was emptying the ashtrays into the beans, or some heavy chain smoker made them without washing their hands first! UGH! The rest of the food was fine, so it was just whoever made the burritos.
I wrapped them up in their paper wrappings and stuck them into a ziplock bag and into the fridge (hoping the smell would be maintained), so I can go down there today and throw it in their faces and demand my money back (which is probably a whole whopping $2). IN addition, I plan on calling the friggin health department on Tuesday to report the store as well. If that isn’t a health violation, I don’t know what is!
red carpet service, my ass!
You’d think a company that will be doing nothing but TAKING your money for the next 15 years wouldn’t give you the 5th degree when you call them and try to get your account information since they didn’t feel so inclined as to send you your billing statement for the upcoming month. It’s not a checking account, you twerps, it’s a MORTGAGE. It’s not like I can take money out of it, it’s sole purpose is for you to take money from ME.
keee-rist! I’m trying to get the info I need to pay THEM and they’re grilling me about when I opened the account, what my payment amount is, WHEN I sent the last payment… Give me a break! I know they must have some security measures to follow, but like I already said, it’s not a friggin checking account.
Grrrr….
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