Spice Girls? Mice girls....Word on the street is that New Kids on the Block are reuniting (and oh does it feel so good)! While not lawyering, Lisa scans the newswire for what's going on in this crazy world of ours and found this juicy little tidbit. This is possibly the most exciting news of the millennium! Ok, maybe of the month, but still! AND Jon's supposedly signed on...so whether he'll just be a shadow singing from behind a curtain or in full anxiety mode is yet to be seen.
Now we just have to hope this isn't a hoax (I checked the calendar to make sure it wasn't April when I got the text from Lisa) and that tickets are reasonably priced--say, $5?
27 January 2008
06 January 2008
Oh Steve....
I have two payments left on my car and I'm not sure if I can make it. This is the most troublesome car that I've ever had. Not that I'd had too many, but still...it makes me dream of the Tuna days. Oh how I miss Tuna John!
A little backstory: Tuna John (Tuna for short, the John came when he decided to drive better whilst listening to John Denver) was my Justy. Well, my mother's, but I got use when she got a new car and no one wanted to drive up to Plattsburgh to pick me up on school breaks. He only had three cylinders, but was awesome and never failed me and could haul like nobody's business. He got the name Tuna cos he was basically a tuna can--small, made of tin, etc. But he was bright teal and easy to find in a parking lot or under 5 feet of snow drift (I have photos). Eventually I needed something a little stronger so I bought Saturn #1 from a friend who was otherwise going to give it to charity. That Saturn was ok until it needed a new clutch--I bought it was 200,000 and ran it another 20,000 before this happened. Clutch gone, I had to frantically find a new car so that I could still get to work and be belittled by my boss.
Enter Steve. Or Saturn #2. He started out sweet and nice, but turned into my worst nightmare soon after the honeymoon. Oh Steve, how does thee annoy me? Let me count the ways:
1. Leaking sunroof leading to mould.
2. Busted steering column which meant 45 minutes of unlocking my wheel whilst starting the car.
3. Clutch failure at 80,000.
5. Reeeeally difficult to tow as there's no hook in the front (which lead to multiple losses of the mud guard).
6. Busted sunroof on Thanksgiving led to $800 worth of motor repair (was it made of gold?!)
7. Crap handling.
8. Dead battery more times than any of my other cars combined.
9. I could go on,
10. but he does have leather seats.
Basically after this last dead battery (yesterday), I'm soooo ready for a new car. Watching Top Gear doesn't help cos now I want a Mercedes S class or some other German-engineered car that looks swish and goes fast. Not really in keeping with the librarian's salary, but a girl can dream! Sorry, I'm just really aggravated after this last car failure and cannot wait until April when I can have a "Yay! My car's paid off!" party, to which you'll all be invited...
A little backstory: Tuna John (Tuna for short, the John came when he decided to drive better whilst listening to John Denver) was my Justy. Well, my mother's, but I got use when she got a new car and no one wanted to drive up to Plattsburgh to pick me up on school breaks. He only had three cylinders, but was awesome and never failed me and could haul like nobody's business. He got the name Tuna cos he was basically a tuna can--small, made of tin, etc. But he was bright teal and easy to find in a parking lot or under 5 feet of snow drift (I have photos). Eventually I needed something a little stronger so I bought Saturn #1 from a friend who was otherwise going to give it to charity. That Saturn was ok until it needed a new clutch--I bought it was 200,000 and ran it another 20,000 before this happened. Clutch gone, I had to frantically find a new car so that I could still get to work and be belittled by my boss.
Enter Steve. Or Saturn #2. He started out sweet and nice, but turned into my worst nightmare soon after the honeymoon. Oh Steve, how does thee annoy me? Let me count the ways:
1. Leaking sunroof leading to mould.
2. Busted steering column which meant 45 minutes of unlocking my wheel whilst starting the car.
3. Clutch failure at 80,000.
5. Reeeeally difficult to tow as there's no hook in the front (which lead to multiple losses of the mud guard).
6. Busted sunroof on Thanksgiving led to $800 worth of motor repair (was it made of gold?!)
7. Crap handling.
8. Dead battery more times than any of my other cars combined.
9. I could go on,
10. but he does have leather seats.
Basically after this last dead battery (yesterday), I'm soooo ready for a new car. Watching Top Gear doesn't help cos now I want a Mercedes S class or some other German-engineered car that looks swish and goes fast. Not really in keeping with the librarian's salary, but a girl can dream! Sorry, I'm just really aggravated after this last car failure and cannot wait until April when I can have a "Yay! My car's paid off!" party, to which you'll all be invited...
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