Day 2, or 3, I think it's actually week 2 or 3...
anyways the live trap was sprung again but, not until
the peanut butter on the paddle had been well licked!
So we now think it's larger than a mouse, or chipmunk,
perhaps a squirrel, or a rat. Now we are going to try
the larger live trap again. It will be well greased, a wisp
of a lick shall shut the doors, and we will lay out the
banquet of all time for rodents, succulent cheese, organic
peanut butter, whole grain breads, the smells permanating
the attic shall tickle their nose, and bring them to the trap
in a hypnotic trance of easy pickings.
Shall we cross our fingers, and toes, and pray that the little
darling quite literally takes the bait!
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Santa Claus
Well, it's 10 days and counting ( Whose counting anyway!!)
Here's a site for all the kids, even the one's who have a hard
time admitting that they still are!
With that in mind ( It's there somewhere) I am off to track down
the rodent that has taken up residence in the ceiling of this house
that is the floor of another house, that this house is built under-
neath!!!! It's no wonder that the the live traps can't catch him there's
not much room between the ceiling and the floor:-( Sadly,
if it's not caught before we head out, I am throwing some drop em dead
in their tracks stuff up there... already discussed this with it, and told it
that in it's best interests it shoud get caught... after all it is top of the
line cheese up there, and there is rodent food until the weather vastly
improves down here. I told him/her it's your choice. I hope it
chooses wisely.
Here's a site for all the kids, even the one's who have a hard
time admitting that they still are!
With that in mind ( It's there somewhere) I am off to track down
the rodent that has taken up residence in the ceiling of this house
that is the floor of another house, that this house is built under-
neath!!!! It's no wonder that the the live traps can't catch him there's
not much room between the ceiling and the floor:-( Sadly,
if it's not caught before we head out, I am throwing some drop em dead
in their tracks stuff up there... already discussed this with it, and told it
that in it's best interests it shoud get caught... after all it is top of the
line cheese up there, and there is rodent food until the weather vastly
improves down here. I told him/her it's your choice. I hope it
chooses wisely.
Friday, November 09, 2007
Your Sky
New Post again, another interesting link.
Map the heavens the night you were born!!!!
Map the heavens the night of your first date, the night you wed,
your first kiss, your first big break in anything.....
Map the heavens the night you were born!!!!
Map the heavens the night of your first date, the night you wed,
your first kiss, your first big break in anything.....
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Another Link
Another link, and wow it finally came together after looking at it, cross eyed and all!!!
Thursday, October 04, 2007
Friday, September 21, 2007
Letters To My Father
Afternoon Father,
Drove down to Ohio yesterday, ordered a reefer unit for the truck, and attempted
to spec out a box for the truck. We are thinking we will just add to the frame our-
selves, and weld a decent DOT fishplate to join it altogether. Then have the box
put on the frame. Decisions, decisions none easy, all long lasting repercussions,
so we want to take our time and do it right, so that the next truck, AND there will
be another one, will go together much easier.
Drove under the canopy of trees today. Some are changing, some resisting the
known fact that their brief life is over,and Winter is indeed coming.
Mum's on her way to Loopyland. She is going to see Amz, and perhaps some
old friends, and they are stopping to see Brian's nephews golden retriever's.
She's a fantastic person, and still going strong. I often compared you two,
as mum being west coast 90, and you east coast 90, she's still going strong...
and although you lost Maxine, who you loved dearly I think, perhaps even
though the economy isn't that good on the west coast..... the lifestyle is better.
Food for thought, wouldn't you say?
By the way the Canadian dollar is at par today!!!!!! First time in 30+ years
Drove down to Ohio yesterday, ordered a reefer unit for the truck, and attempted
to spec out a box for the truck. We are thinking we will just add to the frame our-
selves, and weld a decent DOT fishplate to join it altogether. Then have the box
put on the frame. Decisions, decisions none easy, all long lasting repercussions,
so we want to take our time and do it right, so that the next truck, AND there will
be another one, will go together much easier.
Drove under the canopy of trees today. Some are changing, some resisting the
known fact that their brief life is over,and Winter is indeed coming.
Mum's on her way to Loopyland. She is going to see Amz, and perhaps some
old friends, and they are stopping to see Brian's nephews golden retriever's.
She's a fantastic person, and still going strong. I often compared you two,
as mum being west coast 90, and you east coast 90, she's still going strong...
and although you lost Maxine, who you loved dearly I think, perhaps even
though the economy isn't that good on the west coast..... the lifestyle is better.
Food for thought, wouldn't you say?
By the way the Canadian dollar is at par today!!!!!! First time in 30+ years
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Letters To My Father
Dear Father,
It's been almost 2 months since you passed. Life is amazing, in that even
though you've gone onto the next phase, we keep muddling along here.
People extend their condolences, perfect strangers who if I didn't have your
death certificate in hand, would presume you were alive and kicking somewhere
To them I tell them you lived a long, and very rewarding life. 92 years. No
small feat in any one's estimate.
That your home was to the covered eye, a beautiful home, with all the amenities is true. To the naked, uncovered eyes of your children, (your own,
and your stepchildren) the place was a pack rat's heaven!
I have held in my hands, since your passing interesting sized boxes.... I only
have to remember the hoards of interesting sized boxes we uncovered at your
house to remember I don't want my children to remember me as a saver of
interesting sized boxes, and hurriedly toss them in the recycle box.
I seriously think twice before saving anything now... my life's possessions
fit in my car, except for some furniture that the girl's have, I've either donated
or tossed everything else.
I looked at your living will the other day. Remembering all the pain,
and uncomfortable things you put up with towards the end.
Father, I would have brought you home in an instant if I could have,
for you to end your days in the house you saved, gazing with fondness
at the lake you sailed, and cruised. You could have fought all your
Navy battles in your mind looking at the lake. But, sadly your living
will left the boys in charge, and there was no way they would ever
allow you to come home. sometimes a woman's heart is in the right
place, even if their business mind is not what you would call cut throat.
Sometimes, Father it truly is the heart that cares.
Was truly sad to see your life end up in 2 dumpsters. I am still amazed
that the Salvation Army was not in the least interested in yours and Max's
life belongings. We gave away to churches what we could, took what we
wanted, things we couldn't have,and enjoy when you were alive, we got
in the end. You'll be glad to know that I got your music collection, and the
art that I wanted, beyond that there really wasn't anything that meant much
to me, although I do thank you for all the childhood pictures of the kids.
It's too bad that you kept us apart us and Max's children. That Tina and I are
such good friends was because I came over unannounced one Labour Day when
she was in town. You and Max had all those anniversaries, birthday's, holiday's
to share the families, and you chose to keep us apart. As though we weren't
good enough for them, or they us.
Well, we ran into a speed bump with the truck. Seems the box is not fork-lift
rated, so we are having one built to our specifications. Probably for the
best. Although it backs up our start date by four to six weeks, we will just tighten the belt a little more snugly.
You do realize that I am the only one who left her job to come home, and see you through your last months?
It's been rough but, for you, Father I would do it again, gladly.
I'll re-assess how I deal with the other family members though, some have
been supportive, others free loaders, the free loaders have grazed to the
stubble their last meal with me.
Be blessed wherever you are Father. Look at us when we are plying the highways
and back roads. Know that although we were never really close, you are my
Father, and I am your only daughter. And, I do love you,and always will.
It's been almost 2 months since you passed. Life is amazing, in that even
though you've gone onto the next phase, we keep muddling along here.
People extend their condolences, perfect strangers who if I didn't have your
death certificate in hand, would presume you were alive and kicking somewhere
To them I tell them you lived a long, and very rewarding life. 92 years. No
small feat in any one's estimate.
That your home was to the covered eye, a beautiful home, with all the amenities is true. To the naked, uncovered eyes of your children, (your own,
and your stepchildren) the place was a pack rat's heaven!
I have held in my hands, since your passing interesting sized boxes.... I only
have to remember the hoards of interesting sized boxes we uncovered at your
house to remember I don't want my children to remember me as a saver of
interesting sized boxes, and hurriedly toss them in the recycle box.
I seriously think twice before saving anything now... my life's possessions
fit in my car, except for some furniture that the girl's have, I've either donated
or tossed everything else.
I looked at your living will the other day. Remembering all the pain,
and uncomfortable things you put up with towards the end.
Father, I would have brought you home in an instant if I could have,
for you to end your days in the house you saved, gazing with fondness
at the lake you sailed, and cruised. You could have fought all your
Navy battles in your mind looking at the lake. But, sadly your living
will left the boys in charge, and there was no way they would ever
allow you to come home. sometimes a woman's heart is in the right
place, even if their business mind is not what you would call cut throat.
Sometimes, Father it truly is the heart that cares.
Was truly sad to see your life end up in 2 dumpsters. I am still amazed
that the Salvation Army was not in the least interested in yours and Max's
life belongings. We gave away to churches what we could, took what we
wanted, things we couldn't have,and enjoy when you were alive, we got
in the end. You'll be glad to know that I got your music collection, and the
art that I wanted, beyond that there really wasn't anything that meant much
to me, although I do thank you for all the childhood pictures of the kids.
It's too bad that you kept us apart us and Max's children. That Tina and I are
such good friends was because I came over unannounced one Labour Day when
she was in town. You and Max had all those anniversaries, birthday's, holiday's
to share the families, and you chose to keep us apart. As though we weren't
good enough for them, or they us.
Well, we ran into a speed bump with the truck. Seems the box is not fork-lift
rated, so we are having one built to our specifications. Probably for the
best. Although it backs up our start date by four to six weeks, we will just tighten the belt a little more snugly.
You do realize that I am the only one who left her job to come home, and see you through your last months?
It's been rough but, for you, Father I would do it again, gladly.
I'll re-assess how I deal with the other family members though, some have
been supportive, others free loaders, the free loaders have grazed to the
stubble their last meal with me.
Be blessed wherever you are Father. Look at us when we are plying the highways
and back roads. Know that although we were never really close, you are my
Father, and I am your only daughter. And, I do love you,and always will.
Sunday, September 09, 2007
A Toast To End All Toasts
Here's to me, and here's to you.
And,..... if by chance we disagree,...
Then to Hell with you, and here's to ME.
I was raised on this toast, and the supposed fact that
it was considered in bad taste to "clink" your glass,
because every time one 'clinked' their glass, a sailor
died at sea. Now, I am not sure about this only going
on what my old man told us time and time again.
I much rather prefer that everytime one 'clinks'
their glass that another angel gets their wings.
We 'planted' the old man on August 4, 2007.
Well part of him lies with his second wife, Maxine.
Suffice to say that she was never a Mother to me,
let alone her own children, or grand babies.
Took the rest of the time to settle the house,and
ready it for the market. In reality we cleaned the
place out in 10 days... no small feat to which the
bulk of the whole mess landed in my stepsister's
lap, and to her I give a hearty applaud,and a rather
loud 'CLINK' on the glass of creme de cacao I am now
drinking.
Sadder still that my Dad's illustrious career ended up
in 2 dumpsters, a very sad reflection of the current
economy of throw away society that thousands of
dollars of very good clothing, and furniture ended up in
there too. I kid you not Salvation Army turned us away,
and by the time we found that out it was too late to get any
one else. Im sick at heart but, it goes to show that if you
haven't used it in at least a year ditch it now while you
have some control over where it goes.
On a lighter note............
The truck is nearly ready to go get put together....
AFTER MONTHS of searching,and talking to
engineers, and frame people and liftgate people
we have narrowed it down, and should have the
truck into some body's garage by the end of the week
early next week IM hoping.
Have a splendid fall...............
And,..... if by chance we disagree,...
Then to Hell with you, and here's to ME.
I was raised on this toast, and the supposed fact that
it was considered in bad taste to "clink" your glass,
because every time one 'clinked' their glass, a sailor
died at sea. Now, I am not sure about this only going
on what my old man told us time and time again.
I much rather prefer that everytime one 'clinks'
their glass that another angel gets their wings.
We 'planted' the old man on August 4, 2007.
Well part of him lies with his second wife, Maxine.
Suffice to say that she was never a Mother to me,
let alone her own children, or grand babies.
Took the rest of the time to settle the house,and
ready it for the market. In reality we cleaned the
place out in 10 days... no small feat to which the
bulk of the whole mess landed in my stepsister's
lap, and to her I give a hearty applaud,and a rather
loud 'CLINK' on the glass of creme de cacao I am now
drinking.
Sadder still that my Dad's illustrious career ended up
in 2 dumpsters, a very sad reflection of the current
economy of throw away society that thousands of
dollars of very good clothing, and furniture ended up in
there too. I kid you not Salvation Army turned us away,
and by the time we found that out it was too late to get any
one else. Im sick at heart but, it goes to show that if you
haven't used it in at least a year ditch it now while you
have some control over where it goes.
On a lighter note............
The truck is nearly ready to go get put together....
AFTER MONTHS of searching,and talking to
engineers, and frame people and liftgate people
we have narrowed it down, and should have the
truck into some body's garage by the end of the week
early next week IM hoping.
Have a splendid fall...............
Sunday, August 26, 2007
In honour of my brother Zigzagman,sister Agrah a mere stump upon the Pacific coast at the Pacific Rim Provincial Park
a more fitting ode I could not have found:-). It is here that countless visitors from all walks of life have
tipped their heads back, and allowed the mellow taste of their particular quaff to flow pleasingly down
their throats.
That they honour my brothers and sisters in such regal surroundings with the next known landmass of
any substance to be Japan I am sure they have great reverence for the area as
these caps attest that they are here, and not strewn upon the beach
awaiting some frolicking person to heavily trod upon them
whilst not wearing shoes.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Wow I am so sorry it's been I see eons since I last posted ... my apologies for all of you ( totally sarcastic) who daily read, and post replies to my half witted posts.
Since my last post I have been watching my Dad pass on to the next plane in life, and helping the family attend to his dying wishes of which some were done but, not all. We had him cremated in order to put him in several places if only for token reasons but, quite honestly we all couldn't understand why he wanted to be buried with his second wife, and her first husband, I suppose it would have been all right if Dad and him had been friends but to our knowledge they never met, so we put part of him there, and the other part Carey and I are taking out to the West coast to put him with my big brother, Ken,and Dad's sister. There another service will be held for the West coast people.
I wish him Godspeed on his journey, while we were never really close he was a great man and touched so many people in his work. That he was never a good Father to me , is forgiven as he was a great Father to so many other children.
On to other news. We bought our first truck for our new business, pictures in here somewhere hopefully near by. It is a 04 Freightliner, dual stacks, has 12 forward speeds, most important it is an automatic there is NO clutch pedal on this truck... that is strange I want to put my foot on the clutch when we stop and start the truck but it's not there!!! Too Cool!!!. We got a pretty good deal it was through someone's ill fortune that we got such a sweet deal, the person we bought it from was going over the truck and methodically replacing every hose, belt, clamp, and filter. The truck has super singles on the back axles. It only has 302,544 miles on it, which for this type of truck is just broken in. It has a Cat C-12 diesel engine in it, and the Cat company said for what we are going to do with it it is a 1,000,000 mile+ engine. We got a great deal on a reefer box saved ourselves around 6grand on the box, finished pictures of the box will come as we get them for the time being here is the first set.
Since my last post I have been watching my Dad pass on to the next plane in life, and helping the family attend to his dying wishes of which some were done but, not all. We had him cremated in order to put him in several places if only for token reasons but, quite honestly we all couldn't understand why he wanted to be buried with his second wife, and her first husband, I suppose it would have been all right if Dad and him had been friends but to our knowledge they never met, so we put part of him there, and the other part Carey and I are taking out to the West coast to put him with my big brother, Ken,and Dad's sister. There another service will be held for the West coast people.
I wish him Godspeed on his journey, while we were never really close he was a great man and touched so many people in his work. That he was never a good Father to me , is forgiven as he was a great Father to so many other children.
On to other news. We bought our first truck for our new business, pictures in here somewhere hopefully near by. It is a 04 Freightliner, dual stacks, has 12 forward speeds, most important it is an automatic there is NO clutch pedal on this truck... that is strange I want to put my foot on the clutch when we stop and start the truck but it's not there!!! Too Cool!!!. We got a pretty good deal it was through someone's ill fortune that we got such a sweet deal, the person we bought it from was going over the truck and methodically replacing every hose, belt, clamp, and filter. The truck has super singles on the back axles. It only has 302,544 miles on it, which for this type of truck is just broken in. It has a Cat C-12 diesel engine in it, and the Cat company said for what we are going to do with it it is a 1,000,000 mile+ engine. We got a great deal on a reefer box saved ourselves around 6grand on the box, finished pictures of the box will come as we get them for the time being here is the first set.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Aging & Life
Morning people,
Well it's been a long time coming, or perhaps it's been there all along and we are just seeing it
now.... but my parents are aging. It's an interesting scenario. They are both in their 90's, respectively both 91, and turning 92 this year, and there the similarities end. Dad is an East coast 91, well ensconsed in society,and all it's trappings, and Mum a laid back somewhat health nut West coaster. Mum has despite hip surgery fared better than Dad. Her mental status is bright, and witty, she has a good relationship with various people in her area, and is physically
active. Dad, gets through everyday reading an ever increasing, over whelming stack of newspapers, magazines, and radio,and television. Mum is now a bus isn't commuter not because she capable of driving but, because her car of 30 odd years finally gave it's last belching spew of exhaust fumes. Dad, well he is taking driving classes, because his driving has become a bumper car exercise. How he has not seriously injured someone yet is beyond us all. They both still live on their own, but Dad is in the process of moving into a home. How he will get rid of most of his 91/ 92 years of possessions is beyond me, I understand he also has several storage areas he rents too. Here you go people if you haven't used it in the last 5 years toss it now! To the East coast parent add two step children from his last marriage, whose house he now lives in. To me,and my sister lies the chore of taking Dad with pen,and paper in hand through the house we never grew up in,and asking him gently what he would like in his new place, write it down, and move onto the next room. When all is said and done, and he has reviewed the list, we can then open the doors to his step-children, and let them do what they will, letting them know that if it is
on Dad's list that all they have to do is wait for Dad to pass on. I am not loking forward to doing this, not at all. I guess this wil
Well it's been a long time coming, or perhaps it's been there all along and we are just seeing it
now.... but my parents are aging. It's an interesting scenario. They are both in their 90's, respectively both 91, and turning 92 this year, and there the similarities end. Dad is an East coast 91, well ensconsed in society,and all it's trappings, and Mum a laid back somewhat health nut West coaster. Mum has despite hip surgery fared better than Dad. Her mental status is bright, and witty, she has a good relationship with various people in her area, and is physically
active. Dad, gets through everyday reading an ever increasing, over whelming stack of newspapers, magazines, and radio,and television. Mum is now a bus isn't commuter not because she capable of driving but, because her car of 30 odd years finally gave it's last belching spew of exhaust fumes. Dad, well he is taking driving classes, because his driving has become a bumper car exercise. How he has not seriously injured someone yet is beyond us all. They both still live on their own, but Dad is in the process of moving into a home. How he will get rid of most of his 91/ 92 years of possessions is beyond me, I understand he also has several storage areas he rents too. Here you go people if you haven't used it in the last 5 years toss it now! To the East coast parent add two step children from his last marriage, whose house he now lives in. To me,and my sister lies the chore of taking Dad with pen,and paper in hand through the house we never grew up in,and asking him gently what he would like in his new place, write it down, and move onto the next room. When all is said and done, and he has reviewed the list, we can then open the doors to his step-children, and let them do what they will, letting them know that if it is
on Dad's list that all they have to do is wait for Dad to pass on. I am not loking forward to doing this, not at all. I guess this wil
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Newly Certified
Well it's offical. We both now are DOT certified to haul everything
under the Sun,and or the Moon. We got our Explosives,and
Radioactives papers:-) . We did those on Saturday, and yesterday
we did Temp-Validated training. Now we have it all!!!!
Sure am glad we took all this time off.... whoosh the roads were
dicey coming home from Akron yesteday.... lots of white out
conditions,and generally just a yucky situation. By the way
I do feel safer in a truck... no glaring driving lights in my rear
view mirror, no indecisive people undecided about what lane to
be in, and all that weight under me almost sticks me to the road.
We found out at training on Saturday that they NEVER haul
explosives out of Canada......... so I demurly asked what
pyrotechs were, and mentioned we had hauled them. And
out of Canada. Which leads us to definatly believe that our
company takes loads willy-nilly off all the load boards,and bids
on them the same as anyone else in this business. Not a reassuring
thought.
under the Sun,and or the Moon. We got our Explosives,and
Radioactives papers:-) . We did those on Saturday, and yesterday
we did Temp-Validated training. Now we have it all!!!!
Sure am glad we took all this time off.... whoosh the roads were
dicey coming home from Akron yesteday.... lots of white out
conditions,and generally just a yucky situation. By the way
I do feel safer in a truck... no glaring driving lights in my rear
view mirror, no indecisive people undecided about what lane to
be in, and all that weight under me almost sticks me to the road.
We found out at training on Saturday that they NEVER haul
explosives out of Canada......... so I demurly asked what
pyrotechs were, and mentioned we had hauled them. And
out of Canada. Which leads us to definatly believe that our
company takes loads willy-nilly off all the load boards,and bids
on them the same as anyone else in this business. Not a reassuring
thought.
Friday, January 19, 2007
Hi people:-)
Greetings from Seattle, Washington, via the possessed laptop from places I don't ever want to visit. Just joking it has it's moments don't we all, and why shouldn't machines have off days, weeks too? Been sitting here since after our delivery on Wednesday, seriously thinking it's time to move East but esteemed owner has pulled off all the money off the Com-Data card we are effectively screwed unless we use our own money to fill the beast. and at 3.00 a gal. for diesel I find it hard to swallow, oh did i let that 'S' word slip in? LOL It's been entertaining watching the drivers back into smaller than usual parking slots already had one accident but it seems to have been settled amicably Im surprized! If anyone has freight to ship from the west coast to preferably MI but anywhere in the area will do.... call FedExCustomCritical and request our truck DR4313. we have 22' of cargo area, and also have a reefer unit on board, we'd like to make at least 2.50 a mile heading back that's after FedExCC takes their 39% off the top, see what you can do we will be here until late tonight, perhaps tomorrow depends what FedExCC tells us on the cell in the next 15 minutes.
Have a good one drive safely,and allow room for all us depraved truckers out here
Greetings from Seattle, Washington, via the possessed laptop from places I don't ever want to visit. Just joking it has it's moments don't we all, and why shouldn't machines have off days, weeks too? Been sitting here since after our delivery on Wednesday, seriously thinking it's time to move East but esteemed owner has pulled off all the money off the Com-Data card we are effectively screwed unless we use our own money to fill the beast. and at 3.00 a gal. for diesel I find it hard to swallow, oh did i let that 'S' word slip in? LOL It's been entertaining watching the drivers back into smaller than usual parking slots already had one accident but it seems to have been settled amicably Im surprized! If anyone has freight to ship from the west coast to preferably MI but anywhere in the area will do.... call FedExCustomCritical and request our truck DR4313. we have 22' of cargo area, and also have a reefer unit on board, we'd like to make at least 2.50 a mile heading back that's after FedExCC takes their 39% off the top, see what you can do we will be here until late tonight, perhaps tomorrow depends what FedExCC tells us on the cell in the next 15 minutes.
Have a good one drive safely,and allow room for all us depraved truckers out here
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Hi people!!!
Greetings from exit2 on I-94 in Wisconsin ( spelt wrong Iam sure), in our line of work, we are
paid to drive, and dechipher short-hand written directions that are usually wrong.
We are sitting, a dire position because when we sit, we arenot making money, that we are sitting
in a motel makes what we earned to get here pays for the motel basically a losing propostion. At least we are not freezing our sad butts off.
We have been pretty busy, freight is moving but this is just a crapshoot business good loads are out there one just needs to be in right area to snag one. If your not, you sit, or you deadhead into what you hope will be a 'hot' freight area. We have already turned down 3 load offers. $ 1.19@ mile does not constitute a good paying run. Well cross this AppleBee's resturaunt off your list. the one in Woodbury,MN at 10150 Hudson Rd is the total pits.
Ah bitchings aside it is time to hit the hot tub again!
Greetings from exit2 on I-94 in Wisconsin ( spelt wrong Iam sure), in our line of work, we are
paid to drive, and dechipher short-hand written directions that are usually wrong.
We are sitting, a dire position because when we sit, we arenot making money, that we are sitting
in a motel makes what we earned to get here pays for the motel basically a losing propostion. At least we are not freezing our sad butts off.
We have been pretty busy, freight is moving but this is just a crapshoot business good loads are out there one just needs to be in right area to snag one. If your not, you sit, or you deadhead into what you hope will be a 'hot' freight area. We have already turned down 3 load offers. $ 1.19@ mile does not constitute a good paying run. Well cross this AppleBee's resturaunt off your list. the one in Woodbury,MN at 10150 Hudson Rd is the total pits.
Ah bitchings aside it is time to hit the hot tub again!
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