Musings

So last night was Big Brother All-Stars. I was glad to see Jase get back-doored (voted off). I didn't like him during Big Brother 5 and I didn't want him in the All-Stars show. Others didn't want to see Alison (BB4) in there and were happy when she was voted off, so this is sweet victory for me! All-Star reality shows are fun to watch because you already know these people and they already know how to play the game.

Other happenings: For as long as I've had my car, it has leaned to the right. Not noticeably while sitting in it, but slightly noticeable when walking up to it. When the tires started to wear funny in conjunction to the leaning, I naturally thought the shocks were bad. I put off taking it anywhere because I wasn't sure where to take it that I hadn't previously had poor dealings. With the fiasco with Jenny's car and replacing a rim, I found NTB. They were friendly and fast and didn't even charge me for putting on the rim much less finding out that that was the problem. With much appreciation, I told them that I needed my vehicle looked at.

Well come to find out, the shocks are fine. The leaning was just a torsion bar needing adjustment - No charge! COOL. However, the tires wearing funny meant a front-end alignment. OK, I thought. Then I found out that my two lower ball joints were shot and I needed a camber kit. By and by, four hours and $502.00 later, my car should be good to go! (with fingers crossed)

Lastly: What child doesn't like peanut butter?!? It's an American food staple for crying out loud! Children, college students and adults refusing to grow up can survive on it. Peanut butter goes with so many things (i.e. jelly, bananas, chocolate, french toast, chips, etc) that no home should be without it. The King can't be wrong and neither am I. Well, I have found that child who doesn't like peanut butter. He's my son, my own flesh and blood. I have to blame it on my dad, though, as he doesn't like peanut butter, either. They say heredity skips generations, I think this proves it. BTW - my son also hates mustard. (Weirdo) When he asks what there is to eat, I like to joke and offer him a peanut butter and mustard sandwich (ha, ha). To which he responds with a "Yuck!" and a wrinkled nose.

And That's What I Think.