Saturday Smiles, a repeat

I have no Saturday Smiles today. Please to enjoy past pleasantness.

Does anyone else waste hour upon hour looking at lolcats? I. Am. Addicted. I'm obsessed with getting to the front page. I've made it to the voting page several times but the illustrious honor of the front page has so far eluded me. And let's face it, all you other lolcat addicts out there (and you know who you are) the captions we come up with are so much funnier than the ones that make it. Don't you agree?

The odd part of this compulsion is that I'm not even a cat person. I have nothing against them, I just prefer huge honkin' dogs. So what do those evil geniuses do? They make a sister site for dog pictures! I'm doomed. Without further ado, my pics that should all have made the front page (if I do say so myself):

And my all time forever favorite, which isn't even mine:

Thank you, ladies and gentleman. I hope you've enjoyed this exhibition. The artist will be here all week.

Saturday Smiles

weekly word challenge

The words this week were blue and happy. At least I hope so, because those are the ones I used.

Here is a blue Shamu lunch box.




A blue floridian sky




A happy puppy.



This picture make me happy. It's some random pic I found while cruising around the internet. The smile on his face and the expression on hers just make me grin.



and here is my newest happy. The hood ornament on my new (used) car.



I was going to get the volvo, but honestly poppets, I just couldn't afford it. Keep in mind I still have to pay my truck payment even though it's not driveable. So I picked this up at an auction for a few thousand dollars, but I feel like a million bucks in it!

A post with some pics but not the pics I wanted...

I'm supposed to have a post about our trip, with pictures, but I left my memory card in Lucy's computer. My 4 gig card. She can email the pics but she'll have to snail mail the card.

Apparently she's too busy packing to email the pics anyway because I still don't have them. Girlfriend is moving to Beverly Hills next week. Already has a job and found a foreclosed property that they (a group of four film makers) have bought. The buying sight unseen part makes me nervous, but I'll just have to trust that she knows what she's doing. (they did have a home inspector look it over, at least)

So I only have the pics in my phone, which aren't too bad. When I walked into Lucy's apartment, the first thing I did was pull it out to snap these.

You don't think she has some issues with someone not doing the dishes, do you? Judging from the state of the kitchen, I don't think they worked.


I can't believe I found a picture of me on my way to the pool. It's a fair likeness, I think.

Here is Silas at SeaWorld. We went to the pirate dinner theatre the night before (do NOT recommend, btw) so naturally that's the character he chose. The skull conveniently covers his scar from where the dog tried to eat his face.

and this is going straight to the website where they gather pictures of peoples jumping on motel beds. Yes, there is such a site and it's hilarious. Not linking because? am . lazy.



We're going to try to go back after Thanksgiving. You know, when normal people go to Orlando. When it's not 2000 degrees and your shoes won't melt into the asphalt if you stand still too long. Then we'll try to do all the parks and bring someone with us that Silas can ride the big boy rides with (he's almost tall enough) because I'm certainly not. Wait...I'm tall enough but I don't want to. Ride the big boy rides that is. ok, I'm just going to trail off now. brain is on break.

Oh, the huge manatee

I'm baaaaack! Highlight of my trip? Seeing Lucy get her Bachelor's, natch.

Highlight of Silas' trip? Seeing a manatee poop right over his head at Seaworld.

Back tomorrow with pictures (but not of manatee poop, sorry)

Hmmm....

I'm in Florida and have been for four days now. And nothing out of the ordinary or dramatic has happened. This is so unusual for me that I don't know whether to go with the flow and enjoy myself or hurl myself into Shamu's tank and get the inevitable over with.

They see me rollin'

We here a Casa de Silence have a new vehicular member. I normally wouldn't broadcast this (I mean really, who cares?) but there's a bit of drama leading up to why we need another car.

I extolled the virtues of my favorite vehicle here. I never did convince myself to give it up, even after deciding I couldn't afford to feed it anymore. After going through a particularly rough jobsite, it developed a thump in the front driver's side wheel. I took it to the dealer, who diagnosed a problem with the wheel assembly. They ordered the replacement parts and scheduled me to come back the next week for repairs. They told me that the parts and the repair were under warranty. They assured me that it was safe to drive and sent me on my merry way.


I finished up my errands and Silas and I headed home. At no time during our ride did the truck do anything different than it had been since it started the thump thing. I pulled into my driveway, got out and opened Silas' door for him. As I was helping him down from the truck, it shifted. Kind of like a manual transmission will if you don't quite have it all the way in gear when you park it. Then it creaked. Then it groaned. I'm creaking and groaning myself trying to get the boy's seatbelt unhooked and get him out of the mouth of this suddenly moving and groovin beast. I got it free and pulled him down just as the front tire fell off of the truck! Yes, yes it did. Fell right the fack off. Plop.


I stood there in utter shock and horror, staring at my now Dali-esque, twisted truck. Silas and I looked at each other, then back at the truck, then each other. I was truly at a loss for words or action. It didn't seem quite like a 911 incident, but perhaps a AAA call wouldn't be unwarranted? I pondered for a few moments. But then I came to my senses. And then I got mad. Mama Bear got up on her hind legs and roared. My child had just been in that truck. The one that not three hours ago I had been assured was safe. What if that wheel had come off while we were cruising down the interstate at 70mph? (which is the speed limit, btw) We could have wiped out an entire family if we had been thrown into oncoming traffic, not to mention ourselves.


My first call wasn't to 911 or AAA. It was to the dealer who sent me away in an unsafe vehicle. The next was to the corporate office of the automaker. The third was to my secretary. I sent him directly to the law library to start research on which jurisdiction to file the suit in. I'm not normally a litigious person (so says she who once made her living off litigious peoples), mostly because I know how loooong it can take and that no one ever wins these types of cases even if they do get a settlement because legal fees eat it all up. But wait! I have no legal fees. The benefit to representing ones self (other than having a fool for a client) is that I can wait it out as long as they can.


My decision to file suit was based on one thing the automaker told me. They decided that somewhere between my leaving the dealer and getting home several hours later that the defective part was a wear item and therefore not covered under the warranty. This is despite the documentation that I have that clearly stated otherwise. If they had fixed the truck, I probably wouldn't have sued them. (The reason I'm being very careful not to mention Henry's last name is because we're currently in litigation.)


Aaaaaannnnnnyyyywaaaaay, sheesh, what a lead in just to tell you that this is my new car:






Beep beep.