I've had this sent to me a couple of times, so my results are shown above. Here's the link. And yes, born and raised in Alabama, then moved to Georgia. Pretty darn Southern in my speech patterns, but only within the parameters of this particular test.
http://www.angelfire.com/ak2/intelligencerreport/yankee_dixie_quiz.html
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Recovery and arrest
Keith got a call today. Our car had been found, complete with suspect still inside! It's in impound right now. There is some damage - the missing window and popped ignition. Of course, we have to pay the towing and impound fees, as well as repairs, but at least we'll get it back.
Meanwhile, our neighborhood watch is having a frenzy of activity. Maybe we'll have to go on patrol after dark.
Thank you for all your good thoughts for us and really creative painful things for the perp. You all are the best!
ETA: Upon re-reading the part of going on patrol, I had visions of Homer Simpson as chief of SpringShield. Of course Carl and Lenny have to join him. Would our neighborhood watch be as successful as Homer's?
Meanwhile, our neighborhood watch is having a frenzy of activity. Maybe we'll have to go on patrol after dark.
Thank you for all your good thoughts for us and really creative painful things for the perp. You all are the best!
ETA: Upon re-reading the part of going on patrol, I had visions of Homer Simpson as chief of SpringShield. Of course Carl and Lenny have to join him. Would our neighborhood watch be as successful as Homer's?
Lightning never strikes twice?
Some SOB stole Keith's car last night between 8:30 and 10:00 p.m.! We were in the house at the time and didn't even notice! Obviously, his car doesn't have an alarm. Two of our neighbors down a few houses in each direction were having people over, so we just didn't notice any coming or going.
This totally sucks! Who knows if we'll get the car back. If we do, what condition will it be in? And what really sucks, even though I understand why, is that when we have only one running vehicle, Keith always gets it. He needs it for work, but I must admit that I get crabby having to wait for him (one time for 3 hours!) to pick me up from work.
Anyway, we discovered it right around 10, so we called the police and the insurance company. Now we wait. I must admit to hoping karma gives these wretched crooks what they deserve. In the meantime, we've got broken glass to clean up. We also need to talk to the neighbors. I think someone must have seen something and it perhaps looked normal enough that they don't know they have information. (Do I read too many British mysteries or what?) And is it really wicked to wish massive bodily harm to these thieves?
This totally sucks! Who knows if we'll get the car back. If we do, what condition will it be in? And what really sucks, even though I understand why, is that when we have only one running vehicle, Keith always gets it. He needs it for work, but I must admit that I get crabby having to wait for him (one time for 3 hours!) to pick me up from work.
Anyway, we discovered it right around 10, so we called the police and the insurance company. Now we wait. I must admit to hoping karma gives these wretched crooks what they deserve. In the meantime, we've got broken glass to clean up. We also need to talk to the neighbors. I think someone must have seen something and it perhaps looked normal enough that they don't know they have information. (Do I read too many British mysteries or what?) And is it really wicked to wish massive bodily harm to these thieves?
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
A little too much
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Hubby's tooth update
Keith had quite the infection in the roots of one of his crowned teeth. Apparently almost all of the root was gone. I learned more about root canals when he got home and told me what the dentist did. I'll refrain from providing details. Why make your mouths hurt too?
This does clear up a mystery for us. Several weeks ago he felt slightly feverish, but we couldn't tell that anything was wrong with him. I think it was soon after that he started feeling the pain in his tooth. He hasn't run a high fever, but off and on he's been running a low grade one, and now we know why.
He's home now, resting after taking a double dose of antibiotics (according to the dentist) and some painkillers. I have a feeling that he'll be napping the afternoon away.
As for me, I'm using the slow cooker to make a stew for the next few days. I'm planning to start cooking slow cooker soups and things on my days off, so I don't have to worry about what's for dinner on work days. Let's see how long this lasts.
This does clear up a mystery for us. Several weeks ago he felt slightly feverish, but we couldn't tell that anything was wrong with him. I think it was soon after that he started feeling the pain in his tooth. He hasn't run a high fever, but off and on he's been running a low grade one, and now we know why.
He's home now, resting after taking a double dose of antibiotics (according to the dentist) and some painkillers. I have a feeling that he'll be napping the afternoon away.
As for me, I'm using the slow cooker to make a stew for the next few days. I'm planning to start cooking slow cooker soups and things on my days off, so I don't have to worry about what's for dinner on work days. Let's see how long this lasts.
What a weekend!
Mom and Dave came to visit over the weekend. Mom has retired, and Dave is retiring later this year. In preparation for it they got an RV. Of course, they got it before gas prices starting getting out of control, and this was the first time they've taken it on the road. They stayed at Stone Mountain, which has some nice campgrounds. We went to have dinner with them, ooh and ahh over their RV, and see the laser show. The RV is quite nice. Keith and I have a pop-up trailer that we toured the country in way back in 1986. (We were actually able to get gas for $0.69 in Texas at the time!) The pop up is a step up from all the tent camping we used to do, but the RV is a small apartment on wheels. I think the only change I would make is to convert it to bio-diesel.
Anyway, on to Sunday night. I stayed up until a little after midnight reading an Agatha Christie that I hadn't read in years. I couldn't remember who the murderer was, and I just had to know. I had just dozed off when my van alarm went off. Honestly, I didn't know my van had an alarm. It has the panic button, but I didn't know it would go off if someone was trying to break into it. We looked outside, then I got the key to turn it off. We didn't see anyone, but last year there had been a rash of car break ins in our neighborhood, and I'm wondering just what is going on. We go out and look, but don't see anything wrong with it.
When I got up on Monday morning, I went out to go pull some weeds, and as I walk by the van I see some black rubbery things on the ground. I look at it, wondering just what it is, and look at the van. Someone has cut off the weatherstripping around my driver's side window and tried to pry it out! I promptly called the police and notified our neighborhood watch coordinator. When the officer arrived it turns out it's the 4th minivan attempt he's been to in 2 days! Someone is specifically looking for a van like mine. He said I was lucky because in the others they had gotten into the vans and really screwed up the drive column trying to start them. He was so funny too. He shook his head and said minivans? Why would they want them? Then he got a little embarrassed, but I know exactly what he meant. I doubt they'll try again here in our neighborhood, and now everyone is on alert. In the meantime, I have to tape my window in at the top until I can get the weatherstripping replaced. Keith thinks he can do it. I think I'll talk to the dealership too.
Not much knitting done this weekend. I was happily knitting away at Keith's heathery gray sock and put it next to the other to see how much further I needed to go before I could turn the toe. It seems it was the first time I'd looked at the two heels. The one I just finished was different from the first. I just looked and looked at it. I had read my notes. I thought they were exactly the same. The second one was smaller than the first. SH*T! I ripped the darn thing back and took out the whole heel. Picking up the yarnovers at each end of the short row is impossible for me. I am not a happy camper. I so wanted to be finished with that sock. I'm tired of the heathery gray sameness of it all. I'm several rows back into the heel again. I'm opening up some champagne when I get finished with this sock.
Keith has his root canal today. Yay! It will be over, and I won't see him wince in pain spontaneously. Now I have to get ready for my regular dental appointment.
Anyway, on to Sunday night. I stayed up until a little after midnight reading an Agatha Christie that I hadn't read in years. I couldn't remember who the murderer was, and I just had to know. I had just dozed off when my van alarm went off. Honestly, I didn't know my van had an alarm. It has the panic button, but I didn't know it would go off if someone was trying to break into it. We looked outside, then I got the key to turn it off. We didn't see anyone, but last year there had been a rash of car break ins in our neighborhood, and I'm wondering just what is going on. We go out and look, but don't see anything wrong with it.
When I got up on Monday morning, I went out to go pull some weeds, and as I walk by the van I see some black rubbery things on the ground. I look at it, wondering just what it is, and look at the van. Someone has cut off the weatherstripping around my driver's side window and tried to pry it out! I promptly called the police and notified our neighborhood watch coordinator. When the officer arrived it turns out it's the 4th minivan attempt he's been to in 2 days! Someone is specifically looking for a van like mine. He said I was lucky because in the others they had gotten into the vans and really screwed up the drive column trying to start them. He was so funny too. He shook his head and said minivans? Why would they want them? Then he got a little embarrassed, but I know exactly what he meant. I doubt they'll try again here in our neighborhood, and now everyone is on alert. In the meantime, I have to tape my window in at the top until I can get the weatherstripping replaced. Keith thinks he can do it. I think I'll talk to the dealership too.
Not much knitting done this weekend. I was happily knitting away at Keith's heathery gray sock and put it next to the other to see how much further I needed to go before I could turn the toe. It seems it was the first time I'd looked at the two heels. The one I just finished was different from the first. I just looked and looked at it. I had read my notes. I thought they were exactly the same. The second one was smaller than the first. SH*T! I ripped the darn thing back and took out the whole heel. Picking up the yarnovers at each end of the short row is impossible for me. I am not a happy camper. I so wanted to be finished with that sock. I'm tired of the heathery gray sameness of it all. I'm several rows back into the heel again. I'm opening up some champagne when I get finished with this sock.
Keith has his root canal today. Yay! It will be over, and I won't see him wince in pain spontaneously. Now I have to get ready for my regular dental appointment.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Open mouth; insert foot
Yesterday at work a woman came in with the best hair. It was black with some ultraviolet purple, almost like the purple of a black light, near her face. I loved her hair.
We were a little busy, and she started asking me about a crochet book. I know how to crochet, but it's been years since I've done much besides the amigurumi. I mostly knit as I like the way the fabric looks better. I said we didn't have the book in stock, but perhaps it was new, and we just hadn't gotten it yet. Then she saw some of the other crochet books on the shelf, and it turns out she's in them. She's a designer visiting from California. She's Myra Wood, and she's in several books. Then she showed me an ad for the book she was asking about. It's her newest one.
Yikes! I must admit here that there are probably very few knit or crochet designers I would recognize. I may know their designs, but not their faces. I was a little embarrassed that here I work in a knitting store, and I didn't recognize a published designer. Let me say that she is just a lovely woman, very nice, and any embarrassment was strictly me beating myself up.
But what is the etiquette? When I saw she was in the book, I immediately wanted to ask her to sign it, but I didn't want to seem like a suck-up or phony sort of person. I probably just opened and closed my mouth like a fish.
In the meantime, I'll take a much closer look at the author pictures in the books. Maybe I won't seem the blithering idiot in the future. Hell, who am I kidding? I'm goofy enough that I can't help but occasionally be the blithering idiot, usually if there is someone I would really prefer to impress.
As for you, go look at Myra's work through her link above. I may decide to crochet more after seeing some of her finished goodies. They are pretty damn impressive.
We were a little busy, and she started asking me about a crochet book. I know how to crochet, but it's been years since I've done much besides the amigurumi. I mostly knit as I like the way the fabric looks better. I said we didn't have the book in stock, but perhaps it was new, and we just hadn't gotten it yet. Then she saw some of the other crochet books on the shelf, and it turns out she's in them. She's a designer visiting from California. She's Myra Wood, and she's in several books. Then she showed me an ad for the book she was asking about. It's her newest one.
Yikes! I must admit here that there are probably very few knit or crochet designers I would recognize. I may know their designs, but not their faces. I was a little embarrassed that here I work in a knitting store, and I didn't recognize a published designer. Let me say that she is just a lovely woman, very nice, and any embarrassment was strictly me beating myself up.
But what is the etiquette? When I saw she was in the book, I immediately wanted to ask her to sign it, but I didn't want to seem like a suck-up or phony sort of person. I probably just opened and closed my mouth like a fish.
In the meantime, I'll take a much closer look at the author pictures in the books. Maybe I won't seem the blithering idiot in the future. Hell, who am I kidding? I'm goofy enough that I can't help but occasionally be the blithering idiot, usually if there is someone I would really prefer to impress.
As for you, go look at Myra's work through her link above. I may decide to crochet more after seeing some of her finished goodies. They are pretty damn impressive.
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