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My car isn't feeling so hot either
Feb. 5th, 2009 11:12 pmCarrie wanted to go to Bloomington today. On her way out of town, she happened to stop at an intersection across from my dad, who made faces at her.
Carrie turned left and Dad noticed that when she accelerated, something was leaking BIG TIME under my car.
Dad came home and asked me if Carrie had her cell. I said yes and he told me to call her. I'm like, "What did Carrie do now?" Dad told me that something was leaking under my car and whether it was oil, gas, or radiator fluid, she wasn't going to make it out of town.
So I call Carrie and tell her she has to come home, the car is leaking something fierce. Carrie eventually gets turned around the right way and comes home. Dad went out, accused Carrie of breaking the car (to which Carrie told him she couldn't break it because she doesn't know how it works), and Carrie came in the house.
Carrie then begins to sing the virtues of assigning different people seperate ring tones because if Pink hadn't started singing "So What?" she wouldn't have answered the phone because she was driving. But because she knew it was me, she answered the phone.
Then she marveled on how fast the human brain can work because she managed three different thoughts in the space between me saying "You need to come back home" and "The car is leaking something fierce".
Those thoughts were, in order-
-My Papa died.
-Her Grandma died.
-I was vomiting blood and needed to be rushed to the hospital.
She was relieved that it was just the car leaking until she realized THE CAR WAS LEAKING and that caused her some concern.
Dad dicked with it for awhile and then left, saying he'd talk to Digger about it.
When Dad came home from work, he told me that Digger thinks it should be an easy and relatively cheap. So we'll be taking my car out either tomorrow or Monday for a repair job.
Carrie claims it was divine intervention. If she and Dad hadn't stopped at the same intersection at the same time, my car would be a very large paperweight right now.
She's got a point.
Carrie turned left and Dad noticed that when she accelerated, something was leaking BIG TIME under my car.
Dad came home and asked me if Carrie had her cell. I said yes and he told me to call her. I'm like, "What did Carrie do now?" Dad told me that something was leaking under my car and whether it was oil, gas, or radiator fluid, she wasn't going to make it out of town.
So I call Carrie and tell her she has to come home, the car is leaking something fierce. Carrie eventually gets turned around the right way and comes home. Dad went out, accused Carrie of breaking the car (to which Carrie told him she couldn't break it because she doesn't know how it works), and Carrie came in the house.
Carrie then begins to sing the virtues of assigning different people seperate ring tones because if Pink hadn't started singing "So What?" she wouldn't have answered the phone because she was driving. But because she knew it was me, she answered the phone.
Then she marveled on how fast the human brain can work because she managed three different thoughts in the space between me saying "You need to come back home" and "The car is leaking something fierce".
Those thoughts were, in order-
-My Papa died.
-Her Grandma died.
-I was vomiting blood and needed to be rushed to the hospital.
She was relieved that it was just the car leaking until she realized THE CAR WAS LEAKING and that caused her some concern.
Dad dicked with it for awhile and then left, saying he'd talk to Digger about it.
When Dad came home from work, he told me that Digger thinks it should be an easy and relatively cheap. So we'll be taking my car out either tomorrow or Monday for a repair job.
Carrie claims it was divine intervention. If she and Dad hadn't stopped at the same intersection at the same time, my car would be a very large paperweight right now.
She's got a point.
A little bit of everything
Aug. 7th, 2008 10:37 pmPapa update: He's been out of the hospital for several days and doing okay. Until they can get the right med combo, he's still going to have problems, though.
I'm getting better at freestyle belly dance (as opposed to doing the routines the TV tells me to do). I getting used to thinking ahead and feeling the music. My moves are improving, too. It's getting more and more likely that I'll be making or acquiring a belly dancing costume at some point. I'm getting comfortable with the whole idea.
Polished "Stateline" today. Cross another one off the list. Actually, all I have left to do is polish "Dead Guy in an Elevator", polish "In the Dark", and finish writing "Not Pretty" before DragonCon. Rock on. My progress impresses me.
Speaking of DragonCon, I got my hair cut today so I wouldn't be cursing it in Atlanta. Cross another item off of the To Do list.
The neighbors are having their weekly party again tonight. They hang out in the garage, play music and basketball, and do whatever it is young people do these days. Amazingly, they don't get too loud.
However, two weeks ago, one of the drunker ones wandered into our yard to take a piss (and have a conversation with his dick...I don't know). Last week, someone DROVE in our yard. Father was not pleased.
Tonight, when he got home from work, he saw that people were beginning to assemble, strode over in his shiny police uniform, and informed them that there WOULD NOT be a repeat performance of the past two weeks.
But he didn't let me know he was going to do that and robbed me of the funny.
Meanwhile, Carrie's bad luck streak continues. She got into a little accident in my car today in the Walgreen's parking lot (some guy basically bounced off of my bumper, denting his car and...dirtying mine...real cars rule!). Car's okay and so is she, but she's got a bit of a sore neck.
I'm hoping she got all of this bad luck out of her system. I really don't want to be sitting next to her on a plane if this shit keeps up.
I'm getting better at freestyle belly dance (as opposed to doing the routines the TV tells me to do). I getting used to thinking ahead and feeling the music. My moves are improving, too. It's getting more and more likely that I'll be making or acquiring a belly dancing costume at some point. I'm getting comfortable with the whole idea.
Polished "Stateline" today. Cross another one off the list. Actually, all I have left to do is polish "Dead Guy in an Elevator", polish "In the Dark", and finish writing "Not Pretty" before DragonCon. Rock on. My progress impresses me.
Speaking of DragonCon, I got my hair cut today so I wouldn't be cursing it in Atlanta. Cross another item off of the To Do list.
The neighbors are having their weekly party again tonight. They hang out in the garage, play music and basketball, and do whatever it is young people do these days. Amazingly, they don't get too loud.
However, two weeks ago, one of the drunker ones wandered into our yard to take a piss (and have a conversation with his dick...I don't know). Last week, someone DROVE in our yard. Father was not pleased.
Tonight, when he got home from work, he saw that people were beginning to assemble, strode over in his shiny police uniform, and informed them that there WOULD NOT be a repeat performance of the past two weeks.
But he didn't let me know he was going to do that and robbed me of the funny.
Meanwhile, Carrie's bad luck streak continues. She got into a little accident in my car today in the Walgreen's parking lot (some guy basically bounced off of my bumper, denting his car and...dirtying mine...real cars rule!). Car's okay and so is she, but she's got a bit of a sore neck.
I'm hoping she got all of this bad luck out of her system. I really don't want to be sitting next to her on a plane if this shit keeps up.
