I'm very excited about the prospect of winning the HGTV Project House on the Turqouise Trail in New Mexico. It is a 3900 square foot house worth $2M and comes with a new car and $500K included. Since I never win anything (worth anything), I have to savor the dreams of winning, because I don't. A friend of mine buys his lottery ticket early so that he gets "dream time", because he doesn't win either.
Last night we watched Up and Julia and Julie. I enjoyed them both. They were very entertaining and unexpectedly so.
Today we took Max for a hike along the bluffs and to look at the butterflies. He was really gung-ho, but eventually he got tired and was ready to come home.
It was unbelievably beautiful there today. Since we had a blue moon on the 31st, there have been minus and plus tides. While we were there the waves were breaking way up on the cliffs.
My flight was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant, who seemed to put everyone in a good mood as he served us food and drinks. As the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle and told us that Captain Marvey has asked me to announce that he'll be landing the big scary plane shortly, so lovely people, If you could just put your trays up, that would be super."
On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed this well-dressed and rather Arabic looking woman hadn't moved a muscle. "Perhaps you didn't hear me over those big brute engines but I asked you to Raise your trazy-poo, so the main man can pitty-pat us on the ground."
She calmly turned her head and said, "In my country, I am called a Princess and I take orders from no one." To which (I swear) the flight attendant replied, without missing a beat, "Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country I'm called a Queen, so I outrank you. Tray-up, Biatch."
On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed this well-dressed and rather Arabic looking woman hadn't moved a muscle. "Perhaps you didn't hear me over those big brute engines but I asked you to Raise your trazy-poo, so the main man can pitty-pat us on the ground."
She calmly turned her head and said, "In my country, I am called a Princess and I take orders from no one." To which (I swear) the flight attendant replied, without missing a beat, "Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country I'm called a Queen, so I outrank you. Tray-up, Biatch."
Not sure what this is, but it is a cool pic.
I was recently asked about rushing out to buy a Prius on the 31st because the dealer would be more motivated. I think the demand for that vehicle is such that it won't matter at all. And for those of you that are rushing to buy a hybrid, consider this:
Gas is roughly $3.00 a gallon. If you buy a hybrid that gets 50 MPG for $27K and drive 15000 miles a year: (15000 / 50) = 300 * $3 = $900. An $18K car that gets 35 MPG, for the same distance on the same gas would be (15000 / 35) = 428 * 3 = $1284. The difference is $384. Both card will be worth $12K after five years. The hybrid will have cost $15000 + (5 * 900) =$19500 while the normal car would have cost $6000 + (5 * $1284) = $12420. Which is the better deal. (Also, assume that the hybrid did NOT need battery replacements during the five years). Okay, it makes you feel better to drive a hybrid (good for the environment....). Consider that the electricity that you are consuming when you do a plug-in recharge was probably generated by burning coal, as most of it is! Sooooo, consequently the only reason to buy a Hybrid is to be seen in one by people that REALLY don't understand the issues about them.
Enough pontificating....We went for a glorious ride in the Vette today, but for a weak battery. I stalled the car and couldn't get it restarted. The Lone Ranger (Steve) came to our rescue, as he was going by and jump started us.
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