Checking under the Hood: No, Not the Car Engine, the Baby-Making Machine

What happens when one is the last child in the family to not produce grandchildren, on OTHER PEOPLE’S SCHEDULE:

~KEEP YOUR NOSE OUT of MY OVARIES!!!!~

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Road Trip: Somewhere in Pennsylvania

Now, I know why the rental office for our truck (in Jersey City) was so nice: GUILT.

Never trust a company whose automated phone system says, “If you’ve called, previously, for roadside assistance and need additional help, press 2.”

They’re ruining ~EVERYONE~

Uuuuggghhh…

The faces of exhaustion on seven minutes of sleep since Tuesday morning…

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Trying to hide the dark circles behind my shades.

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In desperate need of assistance…

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Finally, set free… three hours later.

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We're outta here!!!

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Dudley Do-Wrong and the Yankee in London

Piccadilly Circus, 2004 -- I made it in one piece!

Yaaaaay! I arrived safely into Heathrow Airport! My plane ride, smooth and most of my fears about flying quieted by my faithful companion, Jack Daniel’s®. 🙂 If only going through customs had been equally as pleasant; Instead of the “Where are you going?” inquiry that I received with suspicion from airport security in New York,  I was now getting from the “unwelcome wagon”, also known as a disgruntled, female immigration officer, “Why are you here, in the United Kingdom?” I responded, “To find a date” (I really was going to say that my search was for a “husband”, but thought, she might consider that some sort of illegal ploy to stay in her country.) She then gave me the “stink-eye of death” and let me pass (the WRETCH).

(So, anyway…)

Trafalgar Square

I happily hopped into a humongous cab that could’ve probably held my old studio apartment in Spanish Harlem and jetted off to my hotel, located of off “The Strand“, a historical street in the borough of Westminster.

In the lobby of the hotel, waiting to greet me, was an amorous, Italian concierge, with the temperament of “Pepe Le Pew“, who would keep offering his “personal assistance” by way of my hotel room… undoubtedly wanting more than a tip. More

Road Trip… and the Drama Begins

Take note that we haven’t even left the vicinity of our home, yet.

Wedded bliss…

©2011 Heidi Rodney-Nakanishi and ChocolateGeisha Spills the Sake!™ All images are copyrighted by their respective authors.

To Kill a Hocking Turd* (*I hate that Word, but Rhymes with “Bird”)

I just needed to share: 

The easiest thing that one can do to make me despise another and give out the “stink-eye of death” is to loudly hock up phlegm and spit it out in public; This is particularly a dangerous action to attempt on a subway platform, near me, because, if not for my limited self-control, I could be inclined to PUSH SAID PERSON on to the BLASTED TRAIN TRACKS!!!! 

~GET SOME CLASS, PEOPLE… that is one of the MOST DISGUSTING, LOW-LIFE things in the WORLD!!!!!! I heave at the thought.

Thank you.

THE END.

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