A visit to Arby's on Broadway

Anthony and I had dinner tonight at Arby's on Broadway across from Park Place Mall.

It happened again:  We were the only customers in the restaurant.  This seems to happen frequently on Sunday evenings.

I had an Angus Beef and Bacon sandwich, and it was delicious.  The restaurant employee who took my order asked if I wanted curly fries, and I told her if she meant potato pubes.  She wasn't as amused as I had hoped she would be.

Arby's on Broadway Blvd in Tucson
We were the only customers.

Sneaky photo of Anthony: He points at a sign for mint shakes.

Arby's Angus Beef and Bacon sandwich.
I got a little cup of Arby's Sauce to go with it.

Arby's Lava Molten Cake
I'll bet it looks exactly like this when it comes back out after eating it.

Three sheets to the bowl

I was using the bathroom earlier today and it occurred to me that I still have a habit that has existed since I was a kid:  Using three folded squares of toilet paper per wipe.

My parents were relatively frugal people when I was growing up.  My brother and I were constantly reminded to turn off the light when we left the room, close doors when the heat or air conditioning was on, not to waste things in general, and although many things have been forgotten from my childhood I distinctly remember the conversation that I had with my mom about toilet paper.

She discovered that I was pulling a bunch of toilet paper off of the roll when I was doing my business.  As toilet paper prices were increasing, she made it very clear that I was not to use more than three sheets per pass.  "Toilet paper is expensive, and you need to learn to wipe gently so your fingers don't go through.  More than three squares is a waste."

Now that I'm an adult, I've learned to let go of some things that were burned into my head as an adult.  I will leave a light on for Lucky even though it is a waste of money.  I am not the most efficient with use of the heat and air conditioning.  But at the same time, I tried bottled water and decided it was a waste of money so I drink tap water.  And, I still use three sheets of toilet paper per pass.

I'd pass the tradition on to my child... but Lucky doesn't use toilet paper.

Three sheets per pass.
My mom made me do it.

A box of bags

I had a real dilemma when I came home from work tonight.

There was a delivery box blocking the front door.  Anthony ordered a couple of bags (like the kind you sling over your shoulder and carry stuff around in) and they arrived a day earlier than expected.

I was under strict orders not to touch the box and if it came while I was home I was to send the delivery person to the apartment complex office with the package so Anthony could pick it up later.  I am not to be trusted with $700 in bags (you read that right, two bags, seven hundred dollars... he lives large).  Why would I be trusted?  I would have a difficult time resisting the urge to use them to wipe my butt or wear one as a hat.  That's the kind of person I am.  Ahem.

I had a decision to make.  I either had to leave the box outside in the rain and wind, or take the chance that Anthony would be angry that I touched it but bring it inside.

I decided to gamble and bring it inside.  I put it on the highest part of the kitchen counter.  It was wrapped in some plastic by the delivery company so I felt it had condom like protection and that protected the box from my grubby little paws.

I haven't seen these fancy bags yet, but for $350 bucks a piece they better do something besides hold things.  Like laundry or sexual favors.

The box of bags I wasn't supposed to touch.
I put some of Lucky's poo on the box as a surprise for Anthony.
Shhhh. Don't tell him.

Late winter storm in Tucson March 8, 2013

Mother Nature is giving Tucson one more blast of winter before we start heading into the months of heat we normally have each year.

Very strong wind, some rain, and chilly temperatures.  The good news is we should be near 90 next weekend.  We just have to endure this crummy weather until then.

As someone said on my Twitter timeline today: "Tucson weather is bipolar".

The wind blew hard enough to cause this flag to fly straight out near Kolb and Tanque Verde in Tucson

Funky winter storm clouds seen driving west on Speedway between Kolb and Wilmot

More funky clouds driving west on Pima Street west of Tanque Verde

Storm clouds as seen looking east from the Ridgepointe Apartments parking lot

Storm damage: This trashcan blew off of someone's patio at Ridgepointe and was rained on

This lamp post nearly lost it's lid in the wind

I watched a neighbor's new puppy poop near my apartment and the neighbor didn't pick up the doo doo.
Obviously the storm knocked the poop out of the puppy and the wind knocked good sense out of the neighbor.

History of a fallen lamp post Part 7

I can't believe it.

One of the lamp posts near my apartment was repaired and then didn't stay standing for more than about two days.  I came home from work last night and it was already repaired.  The folks at Ridgepointe were really on it this time.

I've been documenting the drama of the fallen lamp posts for months.  This is part seven!

The repair this time was putting the base in some sort of coffee can like container with cement.  It will be interesting to see if it holds.

But, the story isn't over yet.  When it got dark last night, the light itself wasn't on.  Hopefully they didn't cement the base in without remembering to wire it back up.

Updates as they happen...

The latest repair on one of the lamp posts near my apartment at Ridgepointe
(Nice photography job Ken... my shadow is on the right)

The newly cemented base inside of a coffee or paint can.
It's not centered, nor is it painted... but it is standing.
Function apparently supercedes aesthetics.