Sunday, October 4

NaBloWriMo Day 4: Also Cholla... Choy yuh :)

I'm sitting here trying to think of all the things I want to say to you and... I've got nothin'.

I mean, I have stuff to say but I don't really want to write it. What I want to do is go curl right back up in bed where it's warm and snuggly and not get out. Oh, and bring Andrew with me, dang it, because then it's even more warm and snuggly, the man's like a danged heater.

I am sitting here, and I am cold. I don't know that temperature is inside but says that it's 51 outside. I wonder if these people that live in Tennessee all the time realize that 51 degrees Fahrenheit is WINTER in my world. This is not FALL. This is WINTER. It's a beautiful 62 in Tucson, kinda chilly, but by noon it will be in the 80's or 90's The high for Clarksville?


Someone please take me home. I'll hug a freaking saguaro at this point, just get me back to Tucson!!! For those of you Eastern people or even those not American people who do not know what a saguaro, I shall post a picture. THAT, the huge green thing Rachel and I are standing next to, is a saguaro cactus. They live hundreds of years and they get as tall as trees, although in my mind, trees get as tall as saguaros. *EDIT: for further reference on the size of this ancient old man, I am 5 feet, 3 inches tall. It takes about 50 years for a saguaro to reach 4 feet tall, and another 50 to 60 for every arm. Consider this one's age.*

Also, say this with me now:

Suh wah row... or, with my accent, Suh wore roh.

In the words of my mother, "Ya did good, kid."

Um, there's not much else I can tell you. Tomorrow, we are taking Zedd to the shop to get him the works. Zedd is our car, so named for his AZ license plate, which was something or other ZDD. Yes, I still know it. No, I won't tell you. His name is Zedd, named so well for his license plate AND the remarkable Zeddicus Z'ul Zorander of the Sword of Truth series by Terry Goodkind.

AMAZING SERIES. Simply awesome.

But taking Zedd to Firestone is going to be the highlight of my day. He's in desperate need. Lots of squeaking and clunking and chug-a-lugging going on, and none of it's good, let me tell you. Dad's pretty sure, from my expert impressions of noises and symptoms, that it's the timing belt, possibly a spark plug, and maybe the catalytic converter. I was supposed to check the amount of heat coming into the converter and the amount coming out. They needed to be the same or the converter was probably plugged, and that can lead to blown heads.

Blown head gaskets = MEGA BUCKS to fix.

Andrew made me scrambled eggs this morning. I asked him to, because we have two dozen eggs in there that need eating immediately. Andrew also made me chocolate milk this morning, and I didn't ask him to. He just wanted to hear me say he was wonderful again.

Andrew, you're wonderful!!!

I am so done for the day. Off to other NBWM posters.



  1. It appears you have a lot of wonderful people in your life. Yay! For someone who had nothing to say, you said a lot of interesting stuff. Love the picture and thanks for the explanation of how to pronounce it: "Suh wah row". I would have put the "g" in, sort of like: suh gwar o.

    Straight From Hel

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  3. I'm stopping by from SITS to welcome you...Welcome! :D
    I can appreciate how cold fall is...and 50's are still kind of warm, compared to where I live in PA. Every year I dream of retirement and moving west or south...just for the bitter cold, and back here for the rest of the year. I've had my heat on for a week and me thinks it hasn't taken a break:) I keep it at a cozy 73-74 until spring:D
    Take Care,


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