Anya ,'Dirty Girls'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Yay, Tesla! Can't wait to hear all about it, Laura!
My first car was a '73 Pinto hatchback. I didn't love it at first, but I had to defend it so much, and it turned out to be such a really reliable little car, I learned to love it. Who knows how long it would have lasted if it hadn't gotten totaled (not by me, I wasn't even in it at the time).
So cool, Laura!!
I feel like that happens a lot, Jesse. Training a new person always seems to mean either too much or too little for them to do - or both.
It's true! This is part of why I had her to go to the two days of training last week instead of in November.
I'd try to explain just one of the complex projects. Anyone else on your team she can shadow to get the details on it, or just you?
Just me! Essentially what I'm doing is having her shadow me, but it's not that exciting.
Ugh, Jesse. I hope she doesn't get discouraged.
I'm debating with DH and the kids taking a pass on this car and waiting until October to take delivery since I really didn't plan on going back home until then and it seems silly to take delivery when I won't be home for months. I don't even have my electric set up.
That sounds pretty sensible, Laura.
Man, I just caught sight of my face in the bathroom mirror and the dark circles that I pretty much always have under my eyes are really dark today. Like, startling.
My first car was a Renault Dauphine, which I loved, but it had approximately the power of an overweight rabbit on a rusty wheel. The second, which theoretically belonged to my dad, but I drove, was a Mercury Comet. Since H had no car (he had totalled his Renault when he fell asleep driving with mono and hit a lamp post at 20mph), we dated in the Comet. We eloped in the Comet. We took the Comet to Ft. Dix, and Ft. Belvoir, and to Firth, where he was stationed just outside Nurnberg. He drove it over cobbled streets, tank trails, the Autobahn, up the Rhine into Holland, to Gouda and Amsterdam, and other cities, and back down into Germany again. We drove it to Berchtesgaden, up to the Eagles' Nest. We brought both kids home from the hospital in the Comet, and had it shipped back stateside with us. What we left behind was the "battalion VW". It was well known if you left a VW beetle on post overnight you were inviting a midnight requisition: a bumper or a fender, or a wheel, someone else needed for their own beetle. We bought the pale green avec rust thing for $50, put a muffler in it and named it Hesper (for wreck of the Hesperus), and I drove it, with baby car seats in the back, all over the hell and gone over Bavarian back roads for two years. One of the battalion officers found the carcass in a junkyard, put enough into it to get it running, and sold it to another battalion officer when he rotated out. That officer put rear-view mirrors on it, drove it until he rotated out and sold it to a Warrant Officer who discovered it had no passenger side floor, and put one in. We sold it to a battalion officer for $75 when we rotated out.
They don't make cars that interesting, anymore.
Timelies all!
More rain today. The forecast shows thunderstorms all week. Ugh.
My mom gave me her Honda Accord when I turned 18. I think it was 7 years old at the time.