Posted by Jenn Thorson at 6:48 AM Labels: bloggiversary, changing a tire, flat tire, not thinking clearly
They grow up so fast, don't they? One minute, they're just a little green sprout of a blog idea, full of possibility. And the next thing you know it, they're a full-fledged cabbage with a monarchy of their own.
Yep, Old King Cole Slaw and the land of Cabbages turns one year old today!
I'd like thank each of you good folks for your kind support, for visiting, for commenting, for making me laugh (you have no idea how much I appreciate that)-- and for going along with so much weirdness three times a week, I almost have the illusion I'm fit for sane society.
My therapist will say that's progress, I think. Y'know, once I let him out of the sub-basement.
And what did Old King Cole Slaw get for his bloggiversary you ask?
A new template re-design! Yup, the nifty new template you see today, done by DesignBug, is wider and more streamlined. It also has new navigation at the top of the page, so you can check out the latest News and Cabbages Favorites from the archives, as well as subscribe to posts or comments. I hope you like it!
I have to say, that while the last year of Cabbages has just flown by, this morning was not perhaps quite the way I'd wanted to start the new one.
I've had some intriguing plague for the past five days, which has helped me demonstrate cool physics concepts like how much sneeze power (force) is required to launch an aerodynamic menthol lozenge 50 feet...
And whether nasal congestion can be used as an inexpensive window caulking. (Possibly, but it will require more testing.)
Of course, not to be deterred from going to work, and taking care of the cycle of crisis inevitably waiting for me there, I piled in my car this morning, anyway. In spite of sickness, and high winds, and darkness. I am stupid that way.
And that is when my car started making the kind of clatter and roar that even my plugged-up ears could hear. Yep, as only as can happen when you're sick and old man March wants to tweak you just that much more, I had...
A flat tire.
Now, I know how to change a tire. But the thing is, I knew how to use the jack on my old car.
And this new jack seems to have been put together by the same people who create flatpack sawboard furniture in the Far East. Little buttons press in, but levers do not lift. There is this adorable little yellow tool that appears just ready and designed to remove something, which doesn't seem to be for the tire nuts and bolts. It's very cute, like Pikachu, but not as functional.
I spent a half hour in the dark and mist and wind this morning trying to figure this out. And either my brain failed me, or the instructions did.
So in addition to thanking all you guys, this year, for visiting-- I would also like to thank the guys at the extraordinarily well-placed automotive garage two blocks from where my car died. I drove around the corner, tire a-flopping, to unexpectedly spy their shining golden lights this morning, like a beacon of hope for a healthier Goodyear...
We plaguey folks get unnecessarily emotional sometimes.
So please-- help yourself to a nice big slice of bloggiversary cake. There are virtual chips and dip, and hot-wings and libations and all sorts of goodies. Turn on the tunes, pop that lampshade on the head, and let 'er roll!
Me, I'm going to have a nice cup of tea and some cough drops and nod off here in the corner for a while...
No, don't worry-- you won't bother me.