A real nice clam bake

So we didn’t bake clams, but we had a real nice time. I felt like Queen for a Day.

Last Sunday, my family threw a combined birthday party for the Thriller and me (our birthdays are a month apart). The best part, of course, was having everyone at the house at the same time. Mavis cooked a wonderful feast for about 15 family and friends, and the kids wouldn’t let us clean up afterwards.

Thoughtful gifts were given to both of us. From clothing to homemade items to gift cards to household and office needs — they were the greatest. Then the Thriller threw me a curve ball and presented me with the netbook I’d been lusting after. (He is ozzum indeed.)

After the younger generation left for the day, the Old Ones remained around the dinner table. We laughed and goofed off for a good couple of hours. It was a great day.

Now I get to spend the day with Justin and Jake, then the rest of the week at school. It begins…

FO

Chirp chirp…beep…*BaNG*

That is the sound of someone enabling his asinine and completely irksome and useless car alarm, followed by me visiting the hood of the vehicle with a 16-pound sledge hammer.

Bang. It’s dead.

Few things annoy me more than car alarms. (Can you tell?) And I got my reasons. Behold:

1. They’re loud. Have you ever been in a parking lot when someone clickety-clicks the remote and the horn blasts right in your face when you’re not expecting it? Now I’m not a violent person, but believe me when I tell you that when it happens to me, I see red. I have to resist the knee-jerk urge to exact immediate revenge. Maybe get one of those cans of air-horn and sneak up behind Miss Clickety-Click. Zing! Like in the old cartoons, when someone scares the snot out of a cat and it ends up hanging from the ceiling by its claws. That’ll do the deed for ya.

2. They’re trigger-happy. Car alarms have cried “Wolf” so many times, they’re considered by many to be little more than noise polluters that go on tirades every time a bird flies overhead. Honestly, if you’re in a store or church or the bank and you hear a car alarm, do you run out and see whose automobile might be getting stolen — even if it might be YOURS? No. Everybody knows the blaring, hair-trigger alarms go off all the time without reason. It’s ridiculous to be at a concert or other public venue and watch a dozen people fumble for their key fobs when the stupid things go off.

3. They don’t deter theft. From an article about a study done by New York-based public transit advocate Transportation Alternatives: “Organized professionals now account for 80% of stolen cars, and alarms don’t deter them at all.” In fact, a 1997 study of 73 million auto theft insurance claims revealed that cars with alarms showed “no overall reduction in theft losses” than those without. GM and Ford have begun to phase them out of factory installation altogether.

I do apologize to my fiends who adore their chirp-chirp-beep devices. Different strokes and all that. But why can’t people just press the power lock when they get out of the car (if you’re lucky enough to have power locks)? Then the doors will be locked, and your garden variety thief will be deterred. Case in point: I never used to lock my car doors when I’d park in my garage for the night. [I live in a 94-year-old house, whose stand-alone garage was built in 1937. It’s not a secure building by any means.] I came out one morning to go to school and discovered that a thief had tried to remove my CD player. Apparently, something spooked him off (maybe a barking dog or a neighbor who’d heard something) and my CD unit was left dangling from its cubby hole. That learned me right quick. Now I lock my car doors, and nothing’s ever been stolen.

The bottom line: if a pro thief wants your car, he’ll probably get it. And all the screaming, yammering honking in the world won’t deter him. It will, however,  make your neighbors want to choke the life out of you.

:-)

Loving a good story

Yay for us! OK, so yesterday’s tale was a bit on the silly side, but I loved it all the same. Thank you for keeping it going! (Nice beginning there too, Edward C.)

FYI: I just discovered that in the particular WordPress theme I’m using (it’s called Renegade, of all things), you can’t view the comments on a “closed” post without clicking on the title of the post. I think that’s a bug, personally. But there you go. Just click on “It was a dark and stormy…” and you can see the yarn, all spun out.

OK. (deep sigh) Time to get ready to go to the school house. I haven’t said that in awhile, have I? Had a great day with Justin and Jake yesterday; now it’s time to slither back into reality. At least it’s Finkday though, ja? You have yourself a good one.

Off into the dark and stormy day…

It was a dark and stormy night…part II

I think it’s time for another round-robin tale telling.  We did one almost a year ago, and it was hilarious.

If you’re too lazy to click over to the last one to look at the rules, I’ll reprint them here:

Rules of the Game

  1. Only add a few sentences at a time — but you can add on to the story as many different times as you like.
  2. Don’t click the “Reply” link following the first commenter’s post. Just start a new comment altogether (scroll down to “Leave a Reply”). That way, the story will read down the page, and we won’t nest ourselves into a 1-centimeter-wide column.
  3. The Fink gets the last line of the story. Because Kody will simply write, “Everyone died. The End.”

:P

When the tale is told, I’ll write the end and close the comments. Ready, steady, go! I’ll begin.

It was a dark and stormy night.