I was just talking to Pammy (who we also call Pam, The Pamster, and Pamela), and she suddenly sat upright and said, “Oh, I forgot to tell you! We had to call the fire department last week while you were away!” I raised my eyebrows a little.
“Why?”
“The other carbon monoxide detector went off,” she said. For those playing along at home, we went through this recently, motherlode-detects-a-man-in-uniform
“Well, why didn’t you just pull it out of the wall? It’s probably the same problem as the other one – dust,” I told her. She smiled.
“Well, Ari was concerned. It was really beeping, so I decided it would be best to call the fire department.”
“You just wanted to have firemen come over, didn’t you?”
“I just wanted to make sure we were all safe,” she replied. And smiled again.
If I didn’t know better, I’d swear she was my own. Close enough.
I’m off very early tomorrow (just ask Christer, who will have his arse hauled out of bed at 6am to take me to the airport) and back Thursday morning, equally early. Friday is Ari’s 18th birthday. Pray for me.
I will be in the wilds of Alaska (well, I saw the hotels; not really so wild) so I’m unsure if wifi will be good. Or, as I continue to call it, fly around internet. The boys have given up trying to explain it to me. They now call it fly around internet. I often have decent wifi and can receive emails, but I can’t send any. I’m sure it’s an iPad glitch, though I’ve heard it from others. Sometimes where ever we are just doesn’t have enough juice to fire stuff out. The blog will be in Webogd’s capable hands, which means for those of you who have already posted on the new format, your clever remarks will go straight to print, and for newbies, you will have to clear Webgod’s standards. Don’t worry – they’re not high.
CBNTF – Roz told me in our phone call a few minutes ago (she calls to say bon voyage) that she can see your picture and thought you were promising something awesome. I worry about Roz sometimes.
I have to go cram some more stuff into my carry on. I think they should let you have a separate carry on for boots that doesn’t count towards your total. I’m only taking three pairs. Boots are not Tilley hats; you can not make do with one for the rest of your life. And, it’s Alaska, people. Alaska. I really want to put that in italics but Webgod hasn’t shown me how yet. I love italics. Love would be in italics, too.
I’ll be catching up more next week. September is always my New Year. I love the fall. Love it. If I’m gonna change anything, it’ll be now.
Be nice to each other. I’ll be watching and hoping my fly around internet works.
Roz… I will leave this picture taken of me at a competition I was at last week. But only until what’s-her-name gets back. Then it’s something more sensible.
I didn’t win, by the way. I will put up the picture of the guy that beat me tomorrow.
From 8:00 AM to noon.
CB-NTF: You’re hilarious! I told what’s-er-face last night that I didn’t get your post as your picture looked the same unless we were supposed to play “spot the difference” with two pictures of tattooed dudes. She had to explain. You should use your “real” picture. You would have a lot of on-line conversation. (I’m sure!)
HA!!! As it turns out, when I change pictures, the one on my previous posts don’t change. So I can now post the picture of the guy that beat me. Turns out he has a great sense of humour (unlike most of us… we competitive types are usually pretty serious.) This picture was taken after the competition, while we were all kicking back and having a bit of a giggle fest. He had us all in stitches.
You’re a knob. Must have kitchen Reno on my mind. Cabinet installers are here.
Heh, heh.
For the record, on here your pic looks just like mine CB, we are both shadow mimes.
Could it because I use Firefox?
Could it be I need new glasses?
Roz?
Can you ask whats-her-name to ask WGJ?
In order to use avatars you would have to register on Lorraine’s site, which is an option I haven’t implemented for the sake of ease. However, if everyone wants a little picture beside their names…
Oh! Oh! Can I be Burt Reynolds from his ‘Smokey and the Bandit’ days?
DJW
If the person’s name is in brown then there’s a link to a picture associated with it. The ghosty character is all you see but if you click on the name then it will take you to a picture.
Play along. It’s actually quite fun.
Hey Einstein! What the heck is “stupidy?”
(heh heh…)
Everybody’s a critic.
You pass, Zena. So far it’s just you and me on the rocket ship to the Motherland.
Awesome!
I’ll navigate, you steer. Just make sure you don’t miss the turn-off just past Jupiter…
Roz,
He was much stronger than he looks. This is a picture of him in action. The fact that he could laugh and drink with us regular blokes was quite inspiring.
I see it says “Kamania” on his shirt. Is that one of those new Eastern European countries?
Huh… I never thought of that. He has that eastern european look to him doesn’t he? And the fact that it says “Ho-down” on his bandana would indicate he’s some kind of Western fan. Perhaps Western-Eastern European.
No wait. It says “Hogan”. My bad.
I’m in Alaska. I have no email. Just text. And Roz can’t text, and nobody else knows the number.
At least I think text works. I’m gonna go look for Sarah Palin….
I might have email. Somebody email me.
Like this?
Your new website is awesome. Keep up the good work. I wish i was in Alaska too. It is quite different scenery than the bush in eastern Ontario.
Robert.
Mail not working. Sigh.
I love Alaska. Hope to do some off roading in the Cayenne tomorrow. They don’t know that;)
Got emails last night! Still can’t send, but people are telling me their outhouse stories. Heh.
Webgod, a reader says the contact link on my site isn’t working, and the pics in the front page have weird messages. If it’s something I wrote in them when I gave them to you, it’s probably rude. MIght wanna check that out…
Yeh, they all say “Error: Feed has a error or is not valid.”
Anyone else see the irony of a “feed error” message underneath a picture of Maggie the cat sitting in an empty cat food box?
I think it’s the now-unemployed anti-robot hamster lurking in the shadows, out for revenge…
Lorraine;
How exactly did you end up becoming an automotive journalist?