Happy New Year from Siri

Babba's New Year's Resolutions:

Become an off the grid, Prius driving, medicinal marijuana growing, trans-fat free, free-range, non caged Ron Paul supporter.

Speaking of my 2012 revolt against technology, how about this kids iPhone that told him where to go. I have to purchase some droid named Siri to tell me the same thing I hear at work everyday.



The average American family's net worth decreased $127,000.









Cheer up, things are not all lost; this fellow will be picking the Republican presidential nominee.

Bo Time

Faces In The News

Is it just me, or is there a slight resemblance? I knew there was a reason I like Chelsea.

Positively "K" Street

"Positively 4th Street" was the first 45 rpm record I ever bought. It was my introduction to Bob Dylan around 1966. Last night I watched the Republican debate in Iowa. It was the first debate I watched this year. This morning I was driving and thinking about the debate when "Positively 4th Street" came on. This Dylan tune although not one his famous "finger-pointing" songs kind of summed my whole attitude towards Washington D.C. and "K" street especially.

You got a lotta nerve
To say you are my friend
When I was down
You just stood there grinning

You got a lotta nerve
To say you got a helping hand to lend
You just want to be on
The side that’s winning

You say I let you down
You know it’s not like that
If you’re so hurt
Why then don’t you show it

You say you lost your faith
But that’s not where it’s at
You had no faith to lose
And you know it

I know the reason
That you talk behind my back
I used to be among the crowd
You’re in with

Do you take me for such a fool
To think I’d make contact
With the one who tries to hide
What he don’t know to begin with

You see me on the street
You always act surprised
You say, “How are you?” “Good luck”
But you don’t mean it

When you know as well as me
You’d rather see me paralyzed
Why don’t you just come out once
And scream it

No, I do not feel that good
When I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief
Perhaps I’d rob them

And now I know you’re dissatisfied
With your position and your place
Don’t you understand
It’s not my problem

I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment
I could be you

Yes, I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You’d know what a drag it is
To see you

Kahuna Snow-Blower

The Almanac predicts a brutal winter on "YOMAMA DRIVE"

Shower Faucet Part Deux

All week I waited patiently until Sat. came to replace the mixing valve in our bedroom shower. Since I couldn't isolate the shower from the rest of the plumbing it was stressful.

What I did right:
1) bought the right part (thank you, Amazon)
2) used plumber's grease
3) turned off the water
4) didn't break a pipe in the wall
5) didn't once mention "your sister's rear end"

What I did wrong:
1) installed the valve a hundred and eighty degrees off
2) didn't once mention "your sister's rear end"

I put it in and looked for leaks and turned it on; it seemed fine. I brought CP in to see it. When one drop fell from the shower head, she said "It still leaks." I explained to CP how with the double shower head and my heated shower mirror one could expect a single drop of water after it's turned off. Then I turned it on full and waited for the hot water that never came. After considering all the possibilities and remembering which plumber I wanted, I realized that the valve was in upside down. I could have gone back to my Polish roots and just left it like that; eventually we would have gotten used to the HOT coming on first and then the COLD. However, I reluctantly did the job over again and now it operates the same as all the showers in the Northern Hemisphere. The final touch was to remove the safety stop that keeps the water from getting hot enough to burn little Johnny's bottom. In a year from now I'll know exactly what to do when the other bathroom bath faucet starts to leak.

Hey! Who's that guy having an "experience" in my shower?