We Now Return To Our Regularly Scheduled Programming
or, to put it more accurately, my vacation is over and I'm back at work with lots more time to screw around on the internet. And to our compliance officer let me just say back off!, I'm on lunch break.
We didn't go anywhere this vacation other than odd trips to relatives houses to share in the joy of Christmas, and more importantly, to get our share of loot. Because nothing says "Yay, Jesus" than a new skateboard and some DVDs.
We did, however, spend lots of money. And not on presents either. Nope. My car was due for the timing belt to be replaced. In the old days I would just wait for the thing to snap and then glide to a stop. God may indeed be my co-pilot, but if he's gonna ride up front, once in awhile, (about every 130,000 miles or so), he's gonna have to take the wheel and get us over to the break down lane. Sure, it's fun to risk life and limb, but now that I have two kids, I get things fixed ahead of time. Cha-ching! $765, the car runs like it's new, and everyone's safe.
Exept that when we cruised over to our friends' house for New Years Eve, my wife noticed that my car, (the same model as hers), (except I have a newer car and it's got a sun-roof and CD player! Boo-yah!), runs much better than hers does. I drive her car the next day and am disturbed by the rattling and shaking. We take said car down to our local "Tires n' Stuff" and they say that the struts are shot and need to be replaced and, Cha-ching!, the bill should be $900-$1,000.
Are we done there? Nooooooooo. Why not? Well, because we apparently hired the retarded cousin of Syd's roofer. This is the guy that didn't quite cover up the entire roof when the second biggest rainstorm of the year was due, then seemed surprised when we called him up and made him shag-ass over to our house and fix the covering. Well, yesterday we got a new leak. Don't have the estimate to fix it yet, but you can bet who WON'T be fixing it.
I'm counting on this run to be us getting rid of all of our bad financial luck early in the year. And to that end, I am confidently going to empty my 401K, (all $2.64), go down to Foxwoods, and put it all on black. Let it ride, baby, let it ride.
Oh, a friend of mine did drag me to the casino the other day while I was waiting to get my car fixed. He showed me how to play craps. Apparently, you put all of your chips on various little boxes on the felt, then some guy rolls the dice, everybody groans, and the casino people take all your chips away. Looked like a fun game. I'll stick with poker.
We didn't go anywhere this vacation other than odd trips to relatives houses to share in the joy of Christmas, and more importantly, to get our share of loot. Because nothing says "Yay, Jesus" than a new skateboard and some DVDs.
We did, however, spend lots of money. And not on presents either. Nope. My car was due for the timing belt to be replaced. In the old days I would just wait for the thing to snap and then glide to a stop. God may indeed be my co-pilot, but if he's gonna ride up front, once in awhile, (about every 130,000 miles or so), he's gonna have to take the wheel and get us over to the break down lane. Sure, it's fun to risk life and limb, but now that I have two kids, I get things fixed ahead of time. Cha-ching! $765, the car runs like it's new, and everyone's safe.
Exept that when we cruised over to our friends' house for New Years Eve, my wife noticed that my car, (the same model as hers), (except I have a newer car and it's got a sun-roof and CD player! Boo-yah!), runs much better than hers does. I drive her car the next day and am disturbed by the rattling and shaking. We take said car down to our local "Tires n' Stuff" and they say that the struts are shot and need to be replaced and, Cha-ching!, the bill should be $900-$1,000.
Are we done there? Nooooooooo. Why not? Well, because we apparently hired the retarded cousin of Syd's roofer. This is the guy that didn't quite cover up the entire roof when the second biggest rainstorm of the year was due, then seemed surprised when we called him up and made him shag-ass over to our house and fix the covering. Well, yesterday we got a new leak. Don't have the estimate to fix it yet, but you can bet who WON'T be fixing it.
I'm counting on this run to be us getting rid of all of our bad financial luck early in the year. And to that end, I am confidently going to empty my 401K, (all $2.64), go down to Foxwoods, and put it all on black. Let it ride, baby, let it ride.
Oh, a friend of mine did drag me to the casino the other day while I was waiting to get my car fixed. He showed me how to play craps. Apparently, you put all of your chips on various little boxes on the felt, then some guy rolls the dice, everybody groans, and the casino people take all your chips away. Looked like a fun game. I'll stick with poker.
posted by limpy99 at 11:00 AM
7 Comments:
When I find myself stuck in a casino I only play the blackjack machines. I like to lose my money privately - not next to some punk ass boasting underaged gambler smirking at my loss. With the machine I can also lose at my own pace, not being forced to put up $10 or even more per hand.
oh, man, I HATE spending money on car repairs. However, when you have kids riding with you, it's worth it.
At least that's what I told myself when I was a single mom and did all the driving and the paying for the maintenance.
belated merry xmas dude.
and lol @ your impression of craps. I had no idea how it worked, so I'd never play anyway.
A quick cost analysis would've confirmed that a few months of premiums on a high-yield life insurance policy would've been far cheaper than the price of new struts,
Just something to consider. Unless love is more important. And/or Mrs. Limpy has a kick-ass job.
You've clearly missed the earlier pictures of Mrs. Limpy. I'll take myself out before her.
Hmmm.
Oh. it's all good now anyway. Just got back from poker. I'm up $10. Score!!
That just reminds me of all the work I need done to my car. I just may have to take out a small loan.
As far as casinos go, I love the slots and blackjack.
That sucks about your cars. Thankfully my husband is a mechanic (though not a practicing one-just trained in it) and he would do all that for us for 1/3 the price. Too bad your all the way in Antactica or NE or whatever.
I can drive to Ohio Nonny.
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