Stealthy sauce sickens senorita

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Taco Bell has this new chicken flat-bread sandwich – you’ve probably seen the commercials.  We each tried one a couple of weeks ago on our way home from picking up J.  I thought it was really good …at the time.  The bread is soft and light, and the chicken / cheese combination was very spicy.  So I was happy with the prospect of a new taco bell item that I’d actually like (you know, since I don’t care for beans, sauces, creams, most meats, condiments of any kind, etc).  Right now, I’m limited to either the standard crunchy taco, or the chicken soft taco minus the ranch and all the other shit I don’t like.  And you CAN’T special order at taco bell and expect it to come out as you’ve ordered…  so basically that leaves me with the crunchy taco.  Now, that’s not necessarily a bad thing as the crunchy taco is quite delicious.  In fact, it is the only beef I’ll ever eat!  But sometimes you feel like mixing it up a little, and I can’t at this particular eatery…

So the new taco bell item was exciting to me.  Fast forward another week…  we went to a different taco bell and I ordered the chicken flat-bread.  I took a couple of bites and tasted something funny…there was a mother-f-ing sauce in it!  Sauce!!  I suspected something ranch based but C said that it was not ranch.  Sure enough, upon inspection there was some sort of pinkish cream drizzled onto my chicken and cheese.  I was sickened.  The commercial explicitly states that it is a simple flat-bread with chicken and cheese filling.  There was no mention of sauce!

I went home and researched the blogosphere – it turns out that the identity of the sauce is the worst possible outcome.  Mayonnaise – it’s fucking mayo based chipotle sauce!  Why do restaurants always need to ruin food with mayo products!?!?!

I may try the sandwich again, only I’d have to order without the sauce.  And that’s very risky, very risky indeed.  It’s risky enough special ordering the chicken soft taco without the ranch, but to risk biting into mayo is a vile, disgusting scenario that I want no part of.

AW HELLZ NAW!!!

Posted on September 26th 2010 in Journal

flailing

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So everyone  – let me rephrase that – EVERYONE – has some sort of stress  in their life, right?  But most of us can get along just fine without self-combusting, having a stroke, or shitting ourselves.  Or even, dare I say, make an utter fool ass of ourselves.

I don’t want to say too much, but some people have seemingly negligible “stresses” yet melt down like a sleepy toddler denied a cookie while you are wiping her nose over said stresses.  The details are not going to appear on this now-public blog, so instead I’ll just say this.  Some people- when mid-meltdown- look EXACTLY like those inflatable flying arm men that they have at car dealerships and such!  I know one and it is just so uncanny.  I even laugh out loud during his melt-downs because that’s all I see-  an inflatable balloon man, only without the smiling face.

this is the guy

Posted on September 25th 2010 in Journal

no style sense…apparently

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I really need to do something with my hair.  It’s about time to get it cut and I want to do something different.  It needs to be something low maintenance though – none of that shit where I have to use no less than 3 products each morning and have to spend no less than 45 minutes on my hair.

I browsed some hair cut example sites earlier looking for something doable for me… with no luck.  I don’t really know what I want or what would work well with my hair type (type being a wiry rat’s nest, perhaps).  I am thinking of asking a stylist for suggestions but I don’t know… there are just some things I am unwilling to do, like go short or perm it or something like that.

Posted on September 23rd 2010 in Journal

*sigh* religion and politics

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I got into another political discussion at work today.  I try not to, but it just seems to happen at least once every couple of weeks.

A little background – I work around a lot of conservatives who admit to getting the majority of their news from Fox.  I just can’t help but interject when people start talking about their religion being taken away (I’m speaking of Christians who think Christianity is in danger), having to take the country back, immigration, and freedom of speech.  The reason is that, while I can see where certain opinions are coming from, there is really no actual evidence that what they fear is going on really is.  It’s all based on emotion.

For instance, the predominant religion in the US is in no possible danger of being taken away or suppressed.  Nobody is trying to take anyone’s religion away (well, except for extremist Christians who would like to abolish Islam in the US).  Just because a mosque is being built near ground-zero does not mean we’re on the path to eliminating anyone’s Christian beliefs.

We got into a brief discussion on nativity scenes being banned at Christmas.  Ok, here’s the thing.  Nobody has been banned from having a nativity scene on their own property.  I have heard of a few controversies over nativity scenes or other religious items being removed from PUBLIC property.  Doesn’t anyone realize that the government can’t endorse a specific religion?  It’s not an affront to your personal beliefs when a city hall doesn’t put out a nativity scene – it has nothing to do with your personal rights and what you can do or believe.

On the other hand, it’s exclusionary for a public, governmental entity to openly endorse or practice anything religious.  Why?  Well, it’s not their function to be religious or celebrate certain holidays.  I mean, my personal take on seeing a nativity scene is  – whatever – I honestly don’t care if one is sitting on the lawn of city hall.  It doesn’t mean anything to me, and I think it is petty when “controversies” arise over this sort of thing.   But let’s face it – if someone does challenge a public religious display, then they’re kind of … correct.  Why should a public entity that is supposed to represent ALL of the public (contrary to popular belief, not just the white Christians) basically make a statement like “we’re Christians and the rest of you don’t belong or matter?”  Because that is what it amounts to…

The way I see it is white Christians have enjoyed “being in power” so-to-speak for the entire history of the county that the minute we get a half-black president, they feel that somehow the country is slipping away into the hands of “them.”  “Them” means non-white, non-Christian, non-male, or educated.  Why is it so hard to see that, yeah, some Americans are Muslim, or  Hindu, or atheist, or whatever.  We’re all Americans – it’s not Christians are American and nobody else is welcome in the club.  Us non-Christians are not trying to “usurp the country” or impose our beliefs/opinions on you; it’s just always been OUR country TOO and we’d like the majority to at least acknowledge that.

And the same thing happens with 1st amendment- freedom of speech, specifically.  The majority feels hurt and put upon if anyone suggests anything negative about their religion, or if anyone wants to be able to practice their own non-Christian beliefs, but they want the freedom to slam Islam, for example.  So they can’t say anything about you or try to “oppress” you, but you want to say whatever you want about them or restrict their worship or whatever else in the name of freedom of speech?   I thought the 1st amendment applied to all Americans?  Personally, I think all religion is complete and utter bullshit and I would like to see all of it disappear from the planet.  Not banned, just poof – vanished.  I don’t like religion, but I do acknowledge that we were founded with the idea that you can worship (or not worship) HOWEVER you want to without persecution.  That’s just my personal take on it.  I bet I can find people who would look like a bobble-head agreeing with me if I suggested the abolition of Islam in the US or something, but whoa… WHOA Christianity?  You can’t say that!

It’s just frustrating.  I really like the people I work around, don’t get me wrong, but they all fit the ‘American majority mold’ so hold that perspective.  When I question the things they say or ask for specifics on why they think what they do, I draw offense and shock, like how can I possibly not ‘get it’ or agree.  But I just don’t – I think a lot of people are just flat out wrong in their conclusions.

Posted on September 22nd 2010 in Journal

I hate to rehash old stuff, but …

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I think I’ve alluded to this before in one of my really old blogs, but it is a phenomenon that needs attention so I’m addressing it again.

Mothers of sons do not like the son’s significant other.  There is always something wrong with the girl, in mom’s eyes.

The reason I bring this up is because today my mom mentioned she felt bad because she thinks she hurt my brother’s feelings by asking him if he was still dating that “bimbo” girl (or something to that effect).  And he of course is, so I imagine the awkwardness…

This isn’t an isolated or uncommon thing though; in fact I believe it is very common amongst mothers.  I work with several people with sons who are dating girls that the mother disapproves of for whatever reason.  For instance, I’ve heard bitchiness, ugliness, not being friendly, being controlling, not having a good enough education or job, and not being fun cited as excuses for the disdain.  *No, I’m not saying my anecdotes are solid proof of anything.  It’s just something that I’ve seen enough to wonder about it.  Of course there are exceptions, and yes, I’ve seen other moms who adore the girl the son is with.

I’ve even been victim to this negativity myself.  My downfall is that I’m not “bubbly” or outgoing enough.  But what can I do though – I’m not little miss congeniality, and I rarely have much to say in groups (read: families) because I tend to be very introverted.  Is this enough to make me not good enough for someone?  I mean everyone has their weaknesses, and I will be the first to admit mine (hard to get to know, generally quiet, introverted, cynical, unattractive, to name a just few), but on the other hand I am funny, smart, loyal, self-sufficient, and have a great education and job.

So what qualities hold the most weight?  Maybe I’m  just a bleeding heart, but I really believe *most* people have more positive traits than negative ones.  Do the fewer negatives tend to outweigh all of the positives combined, as to lead to an overall negative opinion?

Or do people simply put the most weight on whatever will support their predetermined or desired opinion, which in  the case of a mom of a son is to not want to “lose” their baby to another woman because she thinks nobody will be as good as taking care of him as she is / was?  So before even knowing the girl and barring any legitimate reason (say, she’s a prostitute, criminal, or something else that would justify being off-put by her), the impression is already decided – she’s just not good enough.  I mean I don’t know, that’s just a hypothesis.  In my personal history, I’ve assumed physical appearance is an excuse because I’m not they all-american blond, perky little cheerleader.

I don’t know.  I’ve been off my zoloft for a few days now so it’s making me feel weird and pensive.  I got my refill today though so I should be all set in a day or two…

Posted on September 21st 2010 in Journal

perpetually exhausted!

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Oh my god I am so tired lately, especially today because it is Monday and Mondays are always the worst.  I was dying at work today; not only struggling to remain semi-conscience, but struggling to keep my eyelids from clamping shut and my head from slamming on the desk as well.

I went to bed at around midnight last night.  No idea why…I guess I just wasn’t tired enough to fall asleep.  Plus I never seem to have time  for anything  these days.  Between work and J, I get about an hour of “me time” except for the weekends (and then, only slightly more).  So if I want to work out, clean the house, read, blog – anything- it needs to be done at a time of night I should be winding down and going to sleep.

And don’t take that the wrong way – I knew that J was going  to be very demanding and time consuming and I adore my sweet little peach with all my heart, but my lackluster time management is really starting to catch up with me.  I think I might need to put my ‘to do’s’ list on hold for a couple of weeks and just go to bed by 10pm every nigh to redevelop a healthier routine.  This 4-5 hours of sleep per night just isn’t working anymore.

On the other hand though, I really need to exercise each day for at least 1/2 hour but when am  I going to find the time?  Some people like to do it in the morning  before showering.  I can’t fathom that in my current state, but perhaps once I get to where I am going to bed earlier it might be feasible.  I REALLY hate getting out of bed early though – I loathe it.  I am the queen of snooze button utilization.  So we’ll see how it goes…

Here is a dramatization of me in my cube today.

one dead-looking chiquita!

Posted on September 20th 2010 in Journal

<== look, a bunny!

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The weekend went by way too fast, but I guess that’s always the case.  I’m dreading work tomorrow and I ran out of zoloft.  Plus, I’m  so itchy right now that I can’t stand it but I can’t decide if it is mental or real.  The thing is,  before our trip people kept telling me about the bed bug outbreaks and to be careful of hotels.  So of course I was worried about that the whole trip.  Now that we’re home, I’m  still worrying and every little itch or just thinking about itches makes me itch more!  I don’t see any bites or marks or anything (yet) so I’m hopeful that this is all in my head.  I’d be so disgusted if we stayed at a place with those and ended up bringing home some little bastard hitchhikers.

Another issue I’ve been having lately is head congestion.  I think I may have developed allergies.  To what, I don’t know.  I just hope it’s not the cat.  Because of this, my nose has been feeling blocked and I’ve been unable to breathe through it, especially at night.  That’s when it’s the worst.   I tried sudafed and claritin – neither worked very well.  I also tried afrin (a nasal spray) and that worked quite well… but you’re not supposed to use it for more than a couple of days in a row.  Something about it backfiring and causing more congestion, so it becomes very hard for a person to stop using it.

Out of desperation, I decided to try a product I heard about on Dr Oz or some other show, I don’t know, but the point is I scoffed at the time.  It’s called a neti pot and basically it is a small pot that you use to flood your sinuses with a saline mixture.  The idea is to clear it out naturally and this has supposedly been a technique used for many years in India.  It is purported to reduce allergens and irritants.

It’s nasty though – you have to lean over the sink and pour this pot into one nostril, and the stream of saline flows through the sinuses and out the other nostril.  Then you switch sides to clear the other passage.  I was very apprehensive about flowing water through my nose.  I tried it and it feels like if you inhale accidentally underwater, kind of like a lot of pressure behind your nose and a strange feeling in your throat.  Then it is ticklish and almost unbearable – it summons a sneeze storm.  The first few tries for me resulted in saline flowing into my throat and mouth,  making me feel like throwing up.  It tastes awful.

I was completely frustrated because it seemed to clear my sinuses up immediately afterward, but quickly went back to the congestion by the time I was trying to sleep.  But, this thing gets great reviews and recommendations AND my purchase came with 50 packets of saline mix, so I figured I’d keep using it to see if it just takes time.

Thankfully, it appears that my sinuses are open as of this afternoon.  I really hope that this neti is working – I’ll definitely keep using it daily as part of my routine despite the discomfort and nastiness factor.

Posted on September 19th 2010 in Journal

Creep (as in noun, not verb…)

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A few days ago I was in a big meeting, auditorium sized.  I didn’t know most of the people there, though I’d seen a lot of them around.  There’s one guy that I have seen around a couple of times – I think in the elevator then again in this meeting, and I was scared shitless.  Here’s why.

Creep looks like a serial killer.  He’s an older guy, maybe 45 or so – short in stature, and speaks with a very soft, quiet voice if at all.  He’s as white as flour with thinning gray stringy hair slicked straight back, yet you can see his bald patch shining through.  His skin is overly blotchy – maybe rosacea – and it looks kind of like he’s wearing bright pink blush on his cheeks.  His breath is atrocious, smelling sort of like fresh shit-brewed swamp coffee with a few teaspoons of sulfur and liquid smoke added.

You may be wondering how I know what his breath smells like if I’ve only seen him on occasion.  Well, I’ll tell you.  He practically spoons you in the elevator.  It’s disgusting.  If you do manage to stand in a far corner against the wall his eyes are just blankly fixated on you, which of course causes a bit of mental discomfort.  Seriously, most of the time when you catch someone staring at you  they’ll either smile politely and maybe even say something, or they’ll quickly avert their gaze.  Not creep!  No, he creepily stays fixated with his entire face motionless, blank.  God, it’s so weird.

And to top it off, I happened to see him sitting in this meeting and he had his fucking legs crossed daintily.  Ugh, I’m shuddering at the image.  I hate when guys cross their legs.  It makes me wonder if they’ve got their package tucked up there like that guy in Silence of the Lambs.

Here, I drew this in Paint so you can get some idea of the creepiness.  Forgive my artistic talents 🙂

scary person

Posted on September 18th 2010 in Journal

travel thoughts, version two

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I love traveling.  I’d even go as far to say that it is in my top 3 list of favorite things in life.  So when we were able to arrange for time off, a sitter for J and the dogs, and plan a week-long trip, I was ecstatic.

We’d been interested for a couple of years in going to Utah and vicinity to explore the plethora of national parks an monuments, so it was an easy decision on where to go and generally what to do.  We decided to fly out to Vegas, rent a car, and play it by ear from there with the idea of ending up back in Vegas for our departure flight.  Vegas was quite a bit cheaper than SLC as far as flights go, plus it is much closer to the parks we really wanted to hit, like Zion, Bryce, Arches, etc.

I of course was a little apprehensive of flying because I hate it (see previous blog entry) but it was necessary so that we could maximize our time out west,  avoiding the long and boring drive out.  On the ‘pro’ side of flying instead of road-tripping it, it was nice knowing that we wouldn’t have to put thousands of extra miles on our own car.

Fortunately, we didn’t have any major incidents on this trip like a car accident or an injury, for example.  However, there were a couple of minor annoyances and unintended adventures that will be fun to share.

First, we reserved a Jeep Compass 4×4 from Alamo at LAS airport.  When we arrived to pick it up, we were shocked to find out that there is a 30% tax rate inside the airport, so we owed almost $100 just for tax.  That was crap, so the lesson here is next time take a  cab to the nearest off-airport rental agency to avoid the obscene tax rate.

The next unexpected event was when we tried to find the Hopenweave Indian monument.  The signage was inadequate at best.  We sort of randomly drove towards where we thought it was while Posh (our GPS) remained confused,  shouting “when possible, make a U-turn,” or “recalculating, recalculating.”

We eventually happened upon the main sight which was some pretty extensive Pueblo dwelling ruins.  I thought they were amazing, excitingly signing us into the guest log book.  The pamphlet we picked up at the Pueblo dwellings indicated there were more ruins around, as well as a visitor’s center.  So we started driving towards… something, assuming there would be signs.

Somehow, we eventually ended up driving on dirt roads way out in the middle of nowhere, and even more inexplicably we actually located a couple of the trailheads which were not marked at all.  It was worth the adventure though because there was literally nobody else there.  No signs of other visitors, cars, anything.  Well, except for the suspicious looking animal tracks in a dried up puddle on the trail that may have belonged to a mountain lion.  Oh, and the hundreds of fast-moving lizards running around the rocks.  The ruins we found were great.  We got to walk right up to them and inside them, exploring the area that was inhabited by Pueblos and Anasazi a thousand years ago.

Here’s where we ran into a snag though.  After we finished our hiking and exploring, our plan was to take the road running through the middle of the park out, and head to Mesa Verde in Arizona.  Well, we drove here and there searching  for this road that was clearly depicted on our brand new 2010 road atlas.  After probably an hour of serious off-roading (good thing we had a jeep 4×4 or we wouldn’t have made it out), we thought we were on the right path.  We were heading in the right direction, almost to where we thought we needed to be, then bam!  The “road” ends at a boulder with nowhere to go and no way around!  Posh was of no help.  So we relented and had to turn around and go all the way back through the off-roading trails, and up and around the main roads in which we initially entered.  This was a killer time waster.

By the time we actually reached Mesa Verde it was almost dark.  We didn’t have time to see any of the ruins because most of them are ranger led hikes that you need a permit for.  We drove around and snapped a few pictures of the sunset, then headed out with a tentative plan of returning the following day since I was very interested in exploring these ruins.  Unfortunately, the night before we had reserved a hotel room in a town about an hour away from Mesa Verde thinking we would have been finished with M.V. earlier and heading out to the next destination.

We regrettably decided that night that it was just too far to backtrack to M.V. before continuing on to the Grand Canyon.   Disappointed by having to give up M.V., I told myself that we’ll get to it someday and made a hotel reservation for the next town following Grand Canyon on our way back to Vegas- Kanab, UT.

Being the only moderately sized town between Grand Canyon and the major Utah parks and a weekend night, most of the hotels were sold out according to Orbitz.  I would normally search for a hotel’s website and book directly, but used Orbitz this time instead because it lists all the hotels available and the rates, so it is easy to compare and pick a place not knowing the area at all.

There were a couple of hotels with availability.  Both were about the same rate, around $100 for the night.  I think one was a Comfort Inn, and the other was a place called the Victorian Inn.  The reviews for Victorian were great, and it looked like a really nice place with a jacuzzi and fireplace in the room.  So I selected Victorian over the chain hotel, and went to bed relieved to be all set for the next evening.

On the way to Grand Canyon the next morning, we made a stop at Four Corners just to say we’ve done it.  It was sort of a waste of time, but I guess it’s something to check off the list at least.  Then we continued on our way to the amazing Grand Canyon.  We explored the South Rim briefly (having been there once before) before embarking on the 3-4 hour drive to the North Rim (which we have never seen before).

The North Rim was stunning.  It is much prettier and scenic than the South Rim, being surrounded by Kaibab forest with more spectacular views of the canyon in general.  We walked the North Rim trails just before sunset, inhaling the clean pine-scented air.  It was peacefully silent without very few other visitors milling about.  Sparrows were flying about overhead and you could actually hear them buzz by.  I could have stayed there for hours enjoying the surroundings.

We wanted to head out before dark though, so hiked back to the car with the intent of driving through the rest of the overlooks at the park before leaving for Kanab.  We successfully made it to and viewed all of the overlooks in the park despite the fact that our gas gauge was on E!  Fortunately there was a fuel station inside the park near the visitor’s center or else we wouldn’t have made it out!

After gassing up, we made the long drive away from the North Rim and finally arrived in Kanab.  When we got to the hotel, the attendant was on the phone dealing with an issue so we stood there for several minutes looking around.  The place was very nice and we were exhausted and tired.  When the attendant hung up, I said we had a reservation.  He sighed and said that their “3rd party overbooked them” and that they did not have a room for us!

I was definitely a bit distressed and annoyed knowing that it was such a small town on a weekend hours away from the next town – what would we do now?  What’s the point of making a reservation if they are not going to honor it?  The attendant said he knew of a couple of places in town that still had a few rooms left.  We ended up taking the “cheap” place – a Roadway Inn.  This place sucked and it still ran us almost $100!  They offered us a discount because the A/C in the room  was broken.  We were very disappointed.  C wanted to leave Kanab altogether and hated the hotel and how much they charged.  Their breakfast was pathetic, which normally I guess who cares – you just eat a bagel or bowl of cereal or whatever and be on your way.  But the thing is we saw the breakfast area for Victorian, where we were supposed to be staying, and it was a much nicer spread including hot selections of fresh food.  Roadway offered cereal and Sunny D.

C thinks that it is the hotel that overbooked and they just blame it on the 3rd party (Orbitz), which I think I agree with.  They probably sell their vacancies to walk-ins despite having a log of reservations who have just not checked in yet.  Then the hotel told me that they couldn’t refund my prepayment and I’d have to get Orbitz to credit my card.

So irritating…

But hey, it all makes for little adventures and stories so I am not complaining at all.  🙂

Posted on September 17th 2010 in Journal

travel thoughts, version 1 (with illustrations!)

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I hate flying.  Most of the time when people say that, you assume they are afraid of crashing or terrorism or something.  While I will admit that this is always in the far back corner of my mind, that’s not ultimately why I hate flying.

I’ve given this quite a bit of thought.  Why do I hate flying so much?  Why does it cause me so much anxiety, frustration, annoyance, and dread?  I juggled around a few ideas as being the root cause.  One obvious cause might be aversion to being tightly tucked into a seat the size of a matchbox, sandwiched between a window greasy with a former passenger’s zit pus and an obese person whose leg rolls migrate under the arm rest (toothpick) right into your lap.  I swear sometimes I feel there’s a chance of being accidentally impregnated by some plump stranger just by being in an airplane.

Another reason to hate flying might be hassles of both security and check-in / bag check, waiting in eternal lines only to eventually get the pleasure of interacting with asshole or bitch employees who’ll do anything to condescendingly let it be known that you are a huge inconvenience.

While claustrophobia and interacting with assholes in general are both very tempting conclusions to my dilemma, I decided that neither is the worst part of the air transit experience.  Instead, while sitting on the tarmac waiting to disembark earlier this week it occurred to me that I hate flying because of other passengers!  Passengers who may very well be fine outside of an airplane, but once placed inside the flying tin can, watch out – they turn into inconsiderate, invasive, disgusting bastards!

Never mind the sandwiching between fat people for a second.  It actually gets worse.  For example, on my most recent flight there was a passenger seated directly behind me chomping, popping, and slurping on a huge moist wad of gum (or cud,  more likely).  Mental invasion (being subjected to four hours of listening to gum smacking) is far worse than physical invasion (someone’s cellulite touching you).

obnoxious gum bitch

On this same flight, there was another passenger located SEVERAL rows back from where I was seated, yet I could hear her as though she were screaming into my ear with a bullhorn.  I guess the person she was talking to could have either been located in the baggage hold, or else completely deaf.  If neither situation applies, well then she was just too damn loud.  I think it must be some sort of narcissistic complex that makes people behave this way, thinking everyone else within a mile radius is interested in what they have to say.

oblivious, inconsiderate, eardrum-piercing bitch

So there you have it.  I strongly prefer travel by auto if at all possible or practical.

Posted on September 16th 2010 in Journal