Joe and I have complained a couple of times already about how Pennsylvania has lots of extra laws that seem to really foul things up.
There is the continuing ordeal with getting the car licensed. This is how that’s playing out. I have to get a Pennsylvania driver’s license but of course, the license office is closed on Mondays, which has been my day off most often. I also need this for my insurance. Joe’s on my insurance so he also needs a PA driver’s license-technically you have to get one within 60 days of moving to the state. Once you’re here, Pennsylvania owns you. Anyway, with Joe, I’m probably going to just drop him from my insurance. Okay, so anyway, insurance-check, driver’s license-pending. I talked to the credit union regarding my loan-they released it so my title is free and clear so that was a good thing. Then I was going to get my car inspected and if it failed and was too expensive to fix, I was going to drive on expired MO plates and buy a new car. Apparently though, with the exception of a few burned out bulbs, my car passed the safety inspection…however, it can’t get emissions done until it’s registered. Hmmm…that complicates my new car plan. I still suspect (even if the car repair guy doesn’t) that my car will fail emissions. If I remember right, there’s something about the carbon monoxide thing being broken. I don’t know. Anyway, there’s going to be some complicated days in which I have to be very busy and make things happen on my breaks between working. And on my days off.
Regarding the burned out bulbs, I’m pretty sure they’ve been replaced numerous times in the past couple of months. I think they told me they were brake lights. So I’m suspecting that I have a short some place that keeps blowing out my bulbs. I’ve actually suspected this for a while since there was that time when we couldn’t get the overhead light to go off and we took out the fuse to fix it. And also since sometime this winter when my battery was unexplainably draining its power. Luckily, never so bad as to have needed to been replaced. I’m sure longer I ignore it, the more likely it will be that I get pulled over for it OR just can ride it out for a new car.
Okay, what else. Well, PA is full of losers and trash. Lots of mullets. I suggest PeopleofWalmart. That describes a lot of Pennsylvania.
So also dogs. They have to be registered with the county. In Columbia, admittedly there were city dog licenses that you got but I conveniently never got. There are lifetime licenses for like $31 if your dog is microchipped so I don’t feel so bad about having to get them. They don’t require rabies vaccination proof or anything so I’m not sure what the point is anyway. BUT I’d conveniently forget about these too except that there are dog wardens that apparently go around looking to see if your dogs have licenses. So we need to get them. Then too, we’ve looked into dog parks because Mary is getting crazy without going someplace to romp. There are dog parks. None with lakes apparently. I looked into one in Camp Hill and they require doing registration before going. What’s up with that? So you also need to have a registration, a dog license and proof of vaccination-not just rabies but also distemper and kennel cough. So we need to get the dogs up to date on kennel cough and licensed before getting them registered to go to the dog park. I don’t think there’s a fee. I hope not. Suck.
Okay, there must be a law against trans fat, saturated fat, being fat (though a majority of the people I see on a daily basis would disagree) or getting fat because portion sizes on French fries are crazy small. Disappointingly small. At anyplace not McDonald’s. Joe and I are trying to find local places that we like to eat. Scalles was a disappointment. It looks like it should be a fairly nice restaurant from the outside and even from the inside but it’s really a glorified sandwich shop. Food was only okay and chintzy on the fries…like everyplace else…BLD diner, that Mexican place, kind of Rustic Tavern (which was awesome!).
Then the beer situation. It’s not sold at gas stations or grocery stores but beer stores. I’m still not sure where hard liquor is sold. Anyway, these places are open rather limited hours and are drive though. So that is nice except that if you want to park and go in. BECAUSE THERE ARE NO SPACES! It makes parking very confusing. I’m not a fan. And you have to buy a whole case, not just a six pack. In New York, you also had to go to a ‘beverage store’ but you could buy six packs. Now it just makes it inconvenient to enjoy more specialty and seasonal beers because can you really drink 24 Summer Shandy’s. Joe says you can’t. I know I can’t.
Other than being mad about how Pennsylvania runs itself and how I can’t get enough fries or even decent fries, things are going well. Joe has a job. The weather’s been hot and we’ve spent some time with the air conditioning on with only minimal increases to the electric bill. I’ve had a good time working and have gained a lot of confidence.
Joe and I have been considering some other ways to exercise. Currently, it consists of walking about 8 blocks with the dogs at 10pm. I’m not as consistent as Joe is with walking them…I tend to fall asleep on the couch more but since I’m the only one at home at night, I now still do it more. Other than that, we’ve been just thinking about kayaking. It would be something fun. But there is the fact that we would have to buy all the equipment and neither of us are big on water stuff.
As far as the wedding, well, no progress has been made. I do have a book on wedding planning. I’ve secured three of four potential bridesmaids. We’ve come to realize that we need to set some dates and also decide if we are going to have a Catholic wedding. If we are, Joe has to convert and we both need to start going to mass every Sunday. The church here in Carlisle (the St. Patrick Cathedral) is a beautiful brick church-very ornate. Maybe we should just get married here. This is OUR home now afterall. Would make things easier for me to plan as well. I talk as if we’re really ready to plan a wedding, but we’re not. I start to bring it up, other things happen, we get distracted, we get frustrated and we’re still back to where we are-needing a date and a type.
[EDIT-Orginally published to Blogger on 7/30/11]
[EDIT-Orginally published to Blogger on 7/30/11]
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