just more griping!

This is out '55 Ford, yeah I know, Trailer Trash, That is ours in the background! But look at my snow shovel on the Hood!

Stainless Steel 1936 Ford, WOW! Back when Cars were art!

We Americans do have short memories. A note on AOL says gas guzzlers are making a comeback now that gas is cheap (?). Amazing. I can’t imagine folks that have the money to buy large ticket items on a whim. Such as a new vehicle even the new hybrids. Oh well. I am glad that President Bush and congress are tying the Auto Companies loans to concessions of both management and unions. And yes folks, there are many GOOD workers who will move to Detroit and buy all those cheap houses. And they will even take a job that only pays $30 an hour. There was a hint the other day by an auto worker that not many people could handle a job on the line. That is laughable when other workers labor under worse conditions daily. Get real. Ask the guy picking oranges at $5 an hour on a rickedy wooden ladder from dawn to dark. Or the ones bending all day to pick strawberries. I would ask the hard working union guy to replace a doffer in the cotton mill for a day or keep up with a Framing carpenter as they raise an entire house framed house in three days. Sit int he sun and wield all day. These laborers don't want to hear the whining.

Of course building cars is tough work, I don’t doubt it one bit. All I am saying here is don’t cry and say that the job is so hard no one else could do it, they CAN and they WILL.

Now, since I am in a bitching mood. When we travel I try to find that unique restaurant in the towns we visit. I like to find the café like White’s back home, or the Mt. Dora Diner in Mt. Dora, Fl. I loved the Suwannee River Diner in White Springs. Trying local cuisine is also risky. Once we stopped in a town called Adrian, Texas. Peggy’s Café, I wanted real Texas Chili. It was Hormel’s out of a can I know AND Colette was never adventurous where food was concerned, so she had a corn dog for lunch. HONEST, I MEAN HONEST the corn dog was so hard it was like concrete. I have no idea how they got it that hard. It was warm, so it was not frozen. Sonny tried to cut it with his knife, he laughed at me when I tried. It was impossible. SOOOOOO..
Yesterday we hit a local Pizza Place here in Wildwood. We already tried ‘Hungry Howie’s’. Sherry and Evelyn dubbed it Dirty Howies.

Well this one was a little cleaner, but it seemed a family and many friends kept going in and out the kitchen. One BIG kid kept going in and leaning over the food prep area. His mama who had big tattoos on her tits (can I say that?) kept going in and out also.

The Pizza veggie pizza was wet (?)(SO DAMP THE CRUST WAS SOGGY ON BOTTOM) . Anyway we chalked another mistake off to Jack. It is back to Pizza Hut.
Nite Shipslog
PS:

GREAT TRUTHS THAT ADULTS HAVE LEARNED:

Raising teenagers is like nailing jelly to a tree.

Wrinkles don't hurt.

Families are like fudge..mostly sweet, with a few nuts.