Holiday Update...
The Holidays are over. Thank goodness! Don't get me wrong, I very much enjoyed spending them with Sheeps, what time I got, that is, but the rest was kind of enh....
For Xmas, we were to drive to Ohio, to visit with Sheep's Parental Units. Everything was well and good... until we hit.... The State That Would Not End!!! Duhn-duh-daaaaaaa! I hate Georgia.
A bit of interjection, before the trip: On the evening before our departure, we'd gone out to dinner and to run a few last minute errands. Upon arriving home, I was surprised to find a package waiting for me. UPS always delivers late in my neighborhood, especially around the holidays... It was a box, addressed to me, from Best Buy. I didn't order anything from BB....? Opening the package revealed a brand new Xbox 360! With no note, card, nothing. I was shocked and amazed, and, I have to admit, thrilled. I wanted one, as the game I am working on is going to be on the 360.... Sheeps denied any involvement, so it took a bit of detective work. I found out who it was from, and they went overboard. It is truly appreciated, but is too much. I won't rat you out here, but thanks guy.
Back to the trip:
Why does the St. Johns River flow north, out of Florida? Because Georgia sucks! I hate Georgia. I don't think we were 15 minutes into the state, when it started raining. What makes it worse? One of the windshield wipers came off it's track, and we had to stop and fix it. Luckily, we found an abandoned gas station, complete with convenient overhang, to do so. It was, pretty much, miserable, misting rain the whole trip through the state. Then there was the traffic. Bad traffic. Oh, yeah, the apparently manidatory very serious auto accident every 30 miles. Cars blowing tires and flipping into ditches; multi-car pile ups; multi-car pile ups caused by backed up traffic from multi-car pile ups; falling asleep at the wheel and slamming into the guard rail accidents.... It was insane. It took 7 hours to get through the state. I hate Georgia. Did I mention that? Oh, yeah, and the construction. I don't think there's a stretch of road longer than 5 miles that isn't under construction! I hate Georgia.
We arrived at the 'rents place, later than planned, but in good health. It was socializing for a bit, then off to sleepyland. Needless to say, Sheeps and I had separate rooms. Not overly happy about that bit, but not to be unexpected...
The visit, for the most part, was actually very nice. The weather held out and, though it was cold, there was no snow. The parents were particularly well behaved, so it was pleasant. I tried to do my part as well, and played nice. There were times when my Gator-loving self was pushed a little bit by all the Buckeye propaganda, but I perservered and kept smiling. I'm just going to keep quiet until the 8th, and then we'll see who has bragging rights....
I even got the "evil eye" at at Books & Co. in Ohio. This is the equivalent of Books-A-Million here in the south. Same company. Discount cards work at both, which brought up the "trouble" to start with. We were browsing a new store in one of those multi-use developments (stores, offices, apartments...) and I'd found a book in the series I've been reading (Dresden Files, by Jim Butcher. Fun books.) and picked it up. At the register, the girl, all smiles, asked if I had one of their discount cards. I mentioned that I had a B.A.M. card, and she said that'd work. i gave her the number, and my information appeared on the screen. The smile disappeared and she looked at me like I'd just stabbed a puppy... "Oh, you're the enemy!" Lighten up, folks! It's just a game! Sheesh!
Her father took us on a tour of the Air Force flight museum at Wright-Patterson, which was pretty cool. I enjoyed the planes, her father enjoyed showing off his knowledge and a good time was had by all.
We were going to leave on Wednesday, and drive straight through, but as we both had to work on Thursday, and the drive up was so miserable, we decided to split it up, and left Tuesday night. Hit CinCin at rush hour. Yikes. Wasn't too bad, all things considered, and continued on. I made it through Kentucky and a good ways into Tennessee, when we decided to stop for dinner, and possibly the night. The hostess was talking about the bad weather coming in, so we decided to trudge on and get out of the area. I made it into Georgia, and we had to stop for the night, as I couldn't go on any more. I hate Georgia.
We got hosed on the hotel room rates, because it was the holidays, and they decided to charge whatever the hell they felt like. Oh, well, we needed to rest... Only a smoking room was available, but I didn't care at that point. I just wanted to sleep. It was definitely a smoking room... Eeeech. The heater didn't work too well either, and didn't make it anyway near the bathroom. Brrrrrr! Well, we managed to get some rest and got on the road. The Jeep didn't want to start right up, which wasn't a good sign, but it cranked, and we were on our way.
We stopped for lunch at the Mickey D's from Hell. I hate Georgia. Sheeps had a "special order" (hold the onion) which apparently confused the hell out of them. We got our cups, so Sheeps got our drinks and sat down, while I waited for our food. And waited. And waited. After 15 minutes of waiting, in which time everyone else who'd come after me had already received their food, I inquired if there was problem. I felt like I was sitting at the fence line at a cow pasture. All I got were vacuous looks... "My order hasn't been made yet..." "It's not on the screen." "I didn't get my order." "It's not on the screen." "Look! This is my tray, sitting right here on your counter, with the receipt on it. Not filled!" She screamed into the back asking if anyone had made the order. No one had. So they started to make it and 20 minutes in, we had our meal. Sort of. They'd put extra onion on. OMG. We figured it would be much more timely to just pick the damn things off then to wait another 20.... Then, a kid tried to pee on me. We hit the rest rooms before hitting the road, and the 10 year old using the urinal next to mine decided that mine must have been better. As I stepped back, he switched, in mid-stream, so to speak. What is wrong with these people?? I hate Georgia! So, we hied on out of there. Or tried to. The Jeep wouldn't start. Battery was dead, dead, deadsky. All the Georgians just walked by, some making smart ass comments, "Looks like you got trouble!" Gee, thanks. It took someone from Tennessee to come up and offer us a jump start. Figures. I hate Georgia!! A short drive down the road found a auto supply store, so I changed the battery, and we were back on our way. An hour later than planned, but on our way.
Back into traffic. All the way to the Florida border. Again, it took 7 hours to get out of that miserable state. Need I say it? Didn't think so.
All in all, though, it was a pleasant holiday. I got some great gifts (love my new Knight's chain, honey!) and had an overall good time. Except for that whole Georgia part.......
For Xmas, we were to drive to Ohio, to visit with Sheep's Parental Units. Everything was well and good... until we hit.... The State That Would Not End!!! Duhn-duh-daaaaaaa! I hate Georgia.
A bit of interjection, before the trip: On the evening before our departure, we'd gone out to dinner and to run a few last minute errands. Upon arriving home, I was surprised to find a package waiting for me. UPS always delivers late in my neighborhood, especially around the holidays... It was a box, addressed to me, from Best Buy. I didn't order anything from BB....? Opening the package revealed a brand new Xbox 360! With no note, card, nothing. I was shocked and amazed, and, I have to admit, thrilled. I wanted one, as the game I am working on is going to be on the 360.... Sheeps denied any involvement, so it took a bit of detective work. I found out who it was from, and they went overboard. It is truly appreciated, but is too much. I won't rat you out here, but thanks guy.
Back to the trip:
Why does the St. Johns River flow north, out of Florida? Because Georgia sucks! I hate Georgia. I don't think we were 15 minutes into the state, when it started raining. What makes it worse? One of the windshield wipers came off it's track, and we had to stop and fix it. Luckily, we found an abandoned gas station, complete with convenient overhang, to do so. It was, pretty much, miserable, misting rain the whole trip through the state. Then there was the traffic. Bad traffic. Oh, yeah, the apparently manidatory very serious auto accident every 30 miles. Cars blowing tires and flipping into ditches; multi-car pile ups; multi-car pile ups caused by backed up traffic from multi-car pile ups; falling asleep at the wheel and slamming into the guard rail accidents.... It was insane. It took 7 hours to get through the state. I hate Georgia. Did I mention that? Oh, yeah, and the construction. I don't think there's a stretch of road longer than 5 miles that isn't under construction! I hate Georgia.
We arrived at the 'rents place, later than planned, but in good health. It was socializing for a bit, then off to sleepyland. Needless to say, Sheeps and I had separate rooms. Not overly happy about that bit, but not to be unexpected...
The visit, for the most part, was actually very nice. The weather held out and, though it was cold, there was no snow. The parents were particularly well behaved, so it was pleasant. I tried to do my part as well, and played nice. There were times when my Gator-loving self was pushed a little bit by all the Buckeye propaganda, but I perservered and kept smiling. I'm just going to keep quiet until the 8th, and then we'll see who has bragging rights....
I even got the "evil eye" at at Books & Co. in Ohio. This is the equivalent of Books-A-Million here in the south. Same company. Discount cards work at both, which brought up the "trouble" to start with. We were browsing a new store in one of those multi-use developments (stores, offices, apartments...) and I'd found a book in the series I've been reading (Dresden Files, by Jim Butcher. Fun books.) and picked it up. At the register, the girl, all smiles, asked if I had one of their discount cards. I mentioned that I had a B.A.M. card, and she said that'd work. i gave her the number, and my information appeared on the screen. The smile disappeared and she looked at me like I'd just stabbed a puppy... "Oh, you're the enemy!" Lighten up, folks! It's just a game! Sheesh!
Her father took us on a tour of the Air Force flight museum at Wright-Patterson, which was pretty cool. I enjoyed the planes, her father enjoyed showing off his knowledge and a good time was had by all.
We were going to leave on Wednesday, and drive straight through, but as we both had to work on Thursday, and the drive up was so miserable, we decided to split it up, and left Tuesday night. Hit CinCin at rush hour. Yikes. Wasn't too bad, all things considered, and continued on. I made it through Kentucky and a good ways into Tennessee, when we decided to stop for dinner, and possibly the night. The hostess was talking about the bad weather coming in, so we decided to trudge on and get out of the area. I made it into Georgia, and we had to stop for the night, as I couldn't go on any more. I hate Georgia.
We got hosed on the hotel room rates, because it was the holidays, and they decided to charge whatever the hell they felt like. Oh, well, we needed to rest... Only a smoking room was available, but I didn't care at that point. I just wanted to sleep. It was definitely a smoking room... Eeeech. The heater didn't work too well either, and didn't make it anyway near the bathroom. Brrrrrr! Well, we managed to get some rest and got on the road. The Jeep didn't want to start right up, which wasn't a good sign, but it cranked, and we were on our way.
We stopped for lunch at the Mickey D's from Hell. I hate Georgia. Sheeps had a "special order" (hold the onion) which apparently confused the hell out of them. We got our cups, so Sheeps got our drinks and sat down, while I waited for our food. And waited. And waited. After 15 minutes of waiting, in which time everyone else who'd come after me had already received their food, I inquired if there was problem. I felt like I was sitting at the fence line at a cow pasture. All I got were vacuous looks... "My order hasn't been made yet..." "It's not on the screen." "I didn't get my order." "It's not on the screen." "Look! This is my tray, sitting right here on your counter, with the receipt on it. Not filled!" She screamed into the back asking if anyone had made the order. No one had. So they started to make it and 20 minutes in, we had our meal. Sort of. They'd put extra onion on. OMG. We figured it would be much more timely to just pick the damn things off then to wait another 20.... Then, a kid tried to pee on me. We hit the rest rooms before hitting the road, and the 10 year old using the urinal next to mine decided that mine must have been better. As I stepped back, he switched, in mid-stream, so to speak. What is wrong with these people?? I hate Georgia! So, we hied on out of there. Or tried to. The Jeep wouldn't start. Battery was dead, dead, deadsky. All the Georgians just walked by, some making smart ass comments, "Looks like you got trouble!" Gee, thanks. It took someone from Tennessee to come up and offer us a jump start. Figures. I hate Georgia!! A short drive down the road found a auto supply store, so I changed the battery, and we were back on our way. An hour later than planned, but on our way.
Back into traffic. All the way to the Florida border. Again, it took 7 hours to get out of that miserable state. Need I say it? Didn't think so.
All in all, though, it was a pleasant holiday. I got some great gifts (love my new Knight's chain, honey!) and had an overall good time. Except for that whole Georgia part.......
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