Friday Night Potpourri

It was painful to think this week, so here's the result of my pain: :)

• A Scantron 882-E has 100 questions to fill in. I bought a box of #2 pencils, too. And some good erasers. Now I are a kollege studint.
• We had a few days of weather that was sunny and in the 60's. We haven't had that for months, so I took advantage and wore shorts, a t-shirt and sandals. This only lasted until late afternoon each day before the chill came with dusk.
• Okay, I eat right (mostly), jog every day and generally stay in good shape. But a half hour of soccer in the back yard with my kids is murder.
• "No" has become the favorite word for our current 2 1/2 year old. This extends the streak to three consecutive 2 1/2 year olds.
• Last weekend I changed the oil for the first time on my present car. It was easy. When I looked at the drain plug I thought, "that looks like about a 14mm bolt." Then, I looked at it again and thought, "that looks too big for a 13mm bolt," then again, "that looks too small for a 15mm bolt." Putting those three observations together I deduced that it was a 14mm drain bolt. It was a 14mm drain bolt. I'm available for hire.
• I recall a very elderly driver from out a work window back in the late 80's. White knuckles and blue hair. Every day. She drove an oxidized green '66 Opel wagon with a stick shift. She'd rev that thing up to about 3000 rpm before popping the clutch into 1st gear. She had really bad judgment of oncoming traffic, but not bad enough to pull right out in front of somebody. She gave them just enough time to swerve out of the way and hit a telephone pole or something. She probably caused more accidents than anybody ever, yet had a "perfect" driving record. I don't know why I thought of this, but I did. Moral of the story? I don't have a clue.
• Not at all from my childhood, but this song has a few personal and immediate reasons for making the potpourri.