I parked downtown the other day to go to work, I do drive in sometimes and take the bus in on other days. It all depends on what I plan on doing after work. You have to pay to park down there, of course - so I put my money in the paystation, pulled out my ticket and affixed it to the window, like I do all the time.
You have to peel the back off, then turn it around and it sticks on the window. Right? Right.
I was in a hurry, so I put the sticker on my window, shut the door and walked to work. All is fine and dandy in my world until I come back to the car after I'm done. I notice the bright yellow sticker thing on my window and think...WTF? I paid for 3 hours of parking and I was only there for 2... Then I wonder, well, is my tire flat or something else? Nope. The yellow thing turns out to be a little plastic pouch, so I open it..and inside is this little beauty.
I go around to the drivers side where I stuck the sticker and BOOM...it's not there. I open the door, and it had fallen off the window and was on the door handle.... so, I see the parking cop up the street, I take the ticket and the sticker up there and tell him, hey, see, it just fell off on the door handle. Then I get the big speech about how the law is that it has to be properly displayed... and since he walked by, checked all my windows and dash and didn't see it- he ticketed me. I told him it fell off! I was in my work, I didn't even know it fell off.- he was not impressed...and frankly in a nice cop way told me to fight the ticket if I thought I should but the law clearly states..blah blah.
So, I see it's £50.... but wow, they are SO nice, they will drop it to £25 if I pay it within 2 weeks.
Damn it. I paid it.
If I see my face on the post office posters, I'm gonna be pissed!
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We feed Charlie the BARF diet - no bagged stinky chemical dog food for our angel.
So, since we spoil the dog to hell and back - today Chris thought for dinner he deserved a little treat.
Yup, some chuck roast thing-a-ma-bob.
And he LOVED it.
Now he's a full on wild dog..right? Vicious... drooling...guard dog...a true maneater.
Julie made the decision a year ago to convert to Catholicism, since Ash and the kids are Catholic - she's always been involved with the church but now she's a full fledged Catholic bad girl! Last night was the Easter mass and at that time they confirmed Julie and 2 others - and yes, everyone, I was there. So shut up. :)
I took one for the team because Julie wanted me there and it was actually very nice to see her finally come to the end of a years worth of hard work and studying.
It was the Easter vigil so it was long as can be.... and by candlelight - part of it anyway.
At the confirmation - you stand there, the Priest calls out your name, then asks you a bunch of questions which you say yes to...then he puts his hands on you, put oil on your head and then you say a little prayer and that's that.
At the end of mass, the Priest called the 3 new Caths up and said a few words, gave them a letter from the Bishop and then Jack sang - and Julie barely kept it together! It was gorgeous and Jules was blubbering in the background. You could just see how proud she was of him - it was so nice to see.
While I was there, Chris, Mook and Kenna colored eggs. I'm really glad that I missed that!
McKenna still does love the Easter egg hunting but then again,I think if I hid anything at all she'd love to find it.
Every year Julie's work does a hunt for the employees kids and families. She took Kenna last year but this year, I came too. Jules and I walked behind them tying crap on a stick because the clues told us to. :) Ash walked around with Mags - helping her with the stroller because you know all infants need chocolate and candy.
They had maps made up and at each one of the spots was a clue to the next spot and some candies.
Kenna and I both opted for striped wellies that morning.
Our front porch has a motion light on it - so earlier tonight the light came on and I thought perhaps it was the neighbors cat that made it come on (that happens a lot). I get up, run and open the door, and tell Charlie to 'get it'.... he charges out there and there's no cat but he goes directly over to this....
We took him in the house and then gawked at it for a bit, cuz damn those things are cute!
My boyfriend lays about and basks in the sun like a lizard. We leave the back door open and he just goes in and out as he pleases. I'm training him to chase the neighbors cat .... does that make me bad?
I've started this post a million times.... but, it keeps jacking up so I can't post it.
Hopefully this time is the charm.
SO - the Smiths showed us yet another British tradition....well, perhaps a Starbeck Cons Club tradition.
I'll explain it best I can...but, in a nutshell there is a table, with a drawn track on it. Then you bet on the wooden horses that they move by throwing dice.
Fancy Schmancy right?
It starts when people buy the horses - so you as the horses owner get to name them- that's where the fun begins.
Ash bought a few - Pink Oboe, Jizzed in my Pants and Blow Me Big Boy. All carefully chosen so that Bob would be forced to say the name while calling out the race. Now, Bob is a very proper and distinguished older gent who plays along very well.
It was really a blast - all the money was for charity so that made it worthwhile.
When we placed our bets- we knew it was going to a good cause.
The horses were fab - probably about 10 years old, half of them missing tails, but they had a paddock for resting .
People got pretty into it actually, imagine a room full of Brits who have been drinking yelling out obscene horse names.
Julie took her turn rolling the dice..
We even had a raffle from the local butcher for some meat. I thought for sure I was going to win but- nope.
That didn't stop us from being retards with my camera.
Of course we all had a few pints. Some a few too many....hahahaha.
Joan, Bob's wife always the model of decorum. She's the Queen of Starbeck. :)
