A quickie

Not that kind of quickie you pervs. ;)  A quick blog post.
TGIF!  I thought it was Friday on Wednesday this week.  For me, this week has seemed like two weeks.

First I have two questions.  They could be hypothetical but most likely they are not.  If you were 60 some years old and had to use a walker to get around, would you still go to work merely to drive people nuts?  Also, if your toes were all crooked and nasty would you wear sandles 365 days a year?

This place is really driving me nuts this week.

But anycrookedtoes, it's Friday.  Thank God! 

The camper is loaded.  When Matt gets off work, he's going home hooking it up, grabbing his pup, and heading to the Funny Farm.  No really, that's the name of the campground. 

When I get off work, I'm going home and grabbing the big kids and heading to the Funny Farm.

I'm sneaking away to work a little on Saturday night at the VFW.  I volunteered to wait tables.  Last time I made about $30 in tips.  I don't mind though.

Sunday there is a lawn mower pull (think tractor pull only with lawn mowers) about a mile away from the Funny Farm.  Matt's bringing his lawn mower (which is another post all in itself) and a wagon and pulling me and the beer in the wagon to the lawn mowever pull.  Sound legal, right?  He is not pulling his lawn mower, just showing it off.

Hope you all have a great Memorial Day weekend!  Take some time to remember the real reason for the holiday.

Who needs a Wii

When Matt was in Iraq and shortly after, he had an addiction. An addiction to buying junk online. We would be instant messaging and he'd take forever to answer and I'd ask him what he was looking at. He would tell me the most random stuff. (clothes for Ozzy, toy tractors, miniature motorcycles, ect.) I have another story for another day I can tell you about some of the crazy stuff he ordered.

This story is about an Nintendo Power Pad. Anybody remember those? Anybody?

Definitely not my picture

It's basically a two-sided mat that you can hook up to the Nintendo. I'm talking about the 1980s original Nintendo.


Matt bought one on eBay I think shortly after we were married. It only has two games for it. Matt had originally only purchased a track and field game for it. I played it a couple times. I suck at it.


Matt's power pad, well technically it's more mine because I've never once seen him use it, is in our spare bedroom. The spare bedroom also doubles as my working out room.

About 2 weeks ago, Matt was junk hunting on the Internet again and found the other game that goes with the power pad for like 4 bucks. It's a dance aerobics game. So he asked if I wanted him to buy it for me. I thought, "sure". Maybe it would help me get good enough to be able to go to a Zumba class without having people laugh and point at me.
There are a couple different things you can do with the game. The first involves passing certain levels. After about 4 tries, I passed level one. It was intense. Level 2 involved me doing some kind of crab maneuver and I failed miserably.

At one point, she had me jumping up and down and slapping the floor. Poor little Vinnie thought I'd lost my mind. Every time I'd hit the floor, he'd bark and run out of the room. He'd come back at the exact time I was hitting the floor again. Repeat about 7 times.

The second thing I tried was more like just follow along and if you mess up it doesn't really matter. At the end of that she told me, "You need to practice your dance aerobics."

She almost killed me. She's mean, too skinny, and quite frankly, I think she enjoys putting me down. Plus her leg warmers are ridiculous.

My legs burned for like 3 days after I did it. That was Friday. I'll let her ridicule me some more again soon. I should have let her last night but I wanted to catch up on some DVR while I worked out. Oh well. Someday, I'll show her what's up.

Question for you though, what should I name her? I mostly call her the names that I shouldn't say on here. She needs a real person's name. Remember she's straight up 80s.

Runaway Dog

My mom has two dogs, one of which is a Chihuahua named Allie. Allie is eleven years old, deaf, has arthritis, is as mean as a rattlesnake and to be honest, I'm not real fond of her. I think that's mutual though. She tried to bite me for the first four years mom had her.


Mom gets off work early on Thursday afternoons. About 1:30 she called me and asked if I went to her house for lunch. I told her I didn't but Matt did. She asked me if Matt saw Allie. I told her I didn't know that she should text him. Apparently, Allie had disappeared.

She looked all over the house and the yard for her but couldn't find her anywhere. Mom had to leave to bring her other dog to the vet. I texted Matt too. He said he didn't remember seeing her. By this point dad was getting off work. So, I called him and asked him if he had talked to mom. He said he had and that he was going to go get some beer and drive around town and look for Allie.

I was leaving work early anyway to go to the doctor. When I left work I went by mom and dad's. By this time, mom was home and frazzled to say the least. She was upset because she thought Allie could have snuck out when she left for work. Dad said that he figured the chicken hawk that has been hanging around their house probably got her. (Nice one dad)

I cruised around their neighborhood for a little while before I had to go to the doctor. I honestly thought that she had probably got out of the fence and went and died somewhere. She's not in the best shape and plus she's a weirdo like that. In the mean time, mom and dad and the neighbor kid are all out searching the town looking for her.

When I got back to our house after I went to the doctor, mom called. She said she found Allie. I thought, Oh god, she's dead. I asked her where they found her and she said at the pound.

Apparently, mom called the radio station and had them announce that she was missing. Mom got a few calls from people saying they had seen Allie about 2 miles from their house along a busy highway at 8 that morning. Mom told them that it couldn't have been Allie because she doesn't move that well and couldn't have went that far.

Then a cop called. I guess the cop saw her in the same area that the other sightings occured. He got out of his car and yelled at her and he said she just kept walking. Remember she doesn't listen is deaf. He followed her down the busy highway with his flashers off until she went under a parked semi at some kind of trucking place.

It took the cop and three truckers to get her out from under the semi. In the process, she bit one of them but since she only has two or three teeth she didn't break his skin. They were making fun of her because she's so old. The cop took her to the pound because she didn't have a name tag on.

When mom went to the pound to pick her up the guy at the pound said that he would just let mom get her out of the pen. So, I can only imagine the trouble she caused there.

I'm glad she made it home. The day before her episode I went to mom's for lunch and she was pacing around the table the whole time on the hardwood floor. I didn't want my last words to her to be, "I'm going back to work. You're driving me fu!@#$g nuts." And no matter how much her and I dislike each other, I know when she goes to doggy heaven, my mom will be sad. I'm not ready for that yet.
I liked up with Mimi @ Living in France for F-Bomb Friday.

Weekend = Busy + Hot

Friday it was ridiculously hot. After work I went grocery shopping and whatnot. Matt mowed the yard. There was a high school state finals rodeo across the street from our house at the fairgrounds. We planned on going to the rodeo all week, just because it's just across the street and it's something to do and Matt really wanted a corndog. It started at 7. We sat in the house for awhile and finally worked up the courage/stupidity to go.

So we went to the rodeo, and had to do nothing more than sit to work up a sweat. The rodeo sucked. It took place Thursday, Friday, Saturday morning, and Saturday evening. Each time they did EVERY event. We were there for two hours and saw more roping events than I care to mention, some steer wrestling, and some pole-bending. Each event had at least 20 people in it, so it took forever. We did see the rodeo clown have a bunch of kids take one shoe off, go to the other end of the arena, roll around in the dirt, and then go find their show. That was probably the best part. Oh and Matt got his corndog.

Which brings me to something I want your opinion on. I love animals. I'm not involved with an activist groups or anything like that, although I don't have a problem with anyone that is. I do eat meat. But, I just think it's cruel to rope baby calves, twist a steers neck until it falls over, and to throw a goat to the ground that is tied up and can't even run. What a shitty life it must be to be a goat that gets thrown around in rodeos every weekend. What do you think?

After, I was traumatized we left the rodeo, we had a few friends over to drink some beer in the yard. Then it started raining and we moved to the garage. It was a great time!

Saturday we took care of the pool. We got three tractor scoops of dirt and one of sand, leveled the ground out, and put the pool back up. We did all of this by 3. It was hot. Real hot. And it was muddy from the night before. Whatever, it's done now and it's level. Then Saturday evening, we went to mom and dad's for dinner for my birthday and Father's Day.

Yesterday, I worked at the VFW from noon to six. Matt and I went in early to clean the floors in the bar. I told the boss about two weeks ago we were going to do this. We got there at like 11. Matt left and took the mats behind the bar to the carwash. I was sweeping the floor when I heard someone yelling in the back room but I couldn't hear what they were saying. By the time I got there, I heard them yell, "Anyone here." I walked around the corner and it was the biggest cop I've seen in my life. He was all, "What are you doing here." And I was like, "Sweeping the floor." I told him that we opened in 15 minutes (at this point). He said, "Come outside with me." (all dickhead like). I went outside with him and across the parking lot was the manager. The cop asked her if she knew me and she said yes (thank god).

Apparently, someone idiot tried breaking in there last week. When she got there to count the money and whatnot, she noticed both doors were unlocked and she freaked out. She thought my car was just some drunk's car from the night before. Since I haven't worked there that long, she didn't know my car. She knows it now and she knows Matt's truck. So, hopefully I won't be getting the cops called on me there anymore.

Hope you all had a great weekend!

Party Bus!

This past weekend, my husband and I went on our first party bus trip. They are basically old school buses with the seats turned sideways with stripper poles and a stereo system. The idea is to get in the bus with your 30 closest friends and hit up as many bars as you can.

The reason for the celebration was that it was one of our good friend's 30th birthday. I have mentioned before that Matt and I have been friends since the 90's so we pretty much have the same friends. The friend whose birthday it was is also Matt's best friend's brother.

About half of everyone on the bus was a good friend of ours. People that we've been friends with forever. People that we invite to our festivities. People that came to our wedding. It was great to be able hang out with so many of our good friends at once.

It was mostly a bus full of guys with Pantera and System of Down playing. It reminded me of the old days, when none of had responsibilities or kids or mortgages.

We made it to 6 bars and road tripped in the country for awhile. At the end of the night the bus dropped us off at my parent's house. Kinda like when I was little and got off the bus there, except I was drunk and carrying a beer in my hand.

My good friend Al, myself, and the hubs.

Off to not so good of a start

School started back up yesterday. I was registered for "History and Culture of 3rd World Countries." I need to take a humanity and that would count for one. It appealed to me more than US History or Western Civ. or anything like that. My options for this class were to either take it online or to take it at the other school. (Refer to my fancy map) The other school has some sorta deal worked out with my school to where if their classes don't fill up, students from my school can go there. So I signed up to take it at the other school.

You can see on my map that our house is about half-way between my school and the other school. I always go home after work if my classes don't start till 6 or so, so I figured it wouldn't be a big deal.

Well, I get to the other school, never been there before, and go to room 110 as my schedule says. Room 110 had gurneys with mannequins on them. Obviously, I'm in the wrong room. The teacher tells me to go across the hall. Across the hall is a science lab. Obviously, this isn't my class either. This teacher tells me to go look at the sign by the front door.

Room 105 is where I am to go. Get there, 5 minutes late and am there no more than 5 minutes before I decided this class sucks. It is an American History class. If I wanted to take an American History class, I could have done so at my school.

Also, my school is actually an extention building of my real school. My real school is about 25 minutes north. If I only take classes "off campus", they will delivery my books to my school. I don't take any classes "on campus." (Not that it's that much of a campus to begin with.)

Anyway, this class was supposed to be from 6-9. At 7:30 we got a break. I asked the teacher if he had a book for me. He told me no and that I would have to go to this school's "campus" to get one. (About 40 minutes south). This was the straw that broke the camel's back. I told him forget it. I left at break and went home and immediately dropped the class. I will not be going to anymore classes at the other school.

So when I got home I was scrambling trying to find another class to take. I got everything worked out this morning and I'm going to take a College Algebra class that I need to take anyway. It started last night but I emailed the teacher and she told me to come early Wednesday night and she would get me caught up.

I think from now on I will register for an extra class and drop one to be safe.

I don't mesh well with people

This weekend we had Matt's work Christmas party. He was nominated for an award and received $100 for his nomination. They gave us a really nice cutting board and a outdoor blanket. It folds up into a bag and is waterproof.

I think I have social anxiety or something. I always feel as if I don't fit in. I don't know why but I don't do well with large crowds of people that I don't know. Most of the people at this party were older so we pretty much hung out with the younger crowd. (Under 30) Even the younger people kinda freak me out. I feel like I never have anything in common with people. So I just drank. By the time we left, I was feeling pretty good.

We went to the bar after the party and proceeded to drink even more. By the end of the night I fit in. This is probably not healthy. I felt like crap yesterday. I swore off drinking.

I just want to start our own family and own traditions. And not have to worry about anything outside of that.

Which brings me to the next thought I've been having. Christmas is totally blow out of proportion. Isn't it supposed to be about spending time with family and loved ones? Why does it have to be all about gifts. I mean, everyone shells out a bunch of money and swaps presents. A lot of times, it's stuff you don't even need or want. And for what?

I can understand if you have kids you would want to spoil them a little. But I'm an adult. I don't need anything. We have spoiled ourselves enough this year. I would like to boycott gift giving/receiving next year but that would probably never work.

Cardinals Game

We went to the Cardinals vs Brewers game on Friday night. We got to StL at 3:00. We were the 9th and 10th person in line at our gate. We stood in line for 2 hours.

But we got our two bobble heads.

We were winning 6 to 0.

Tony over-managed and went to our worthless bull pin too early.

We lost 6 to 13.

The Cardinals are seriously going to have to get it together when the playoffs start.

After we left the game, we were standing along the street above the metro next to 3 cops and metro worker. The road we were standing next to was blocked off on one end. People were driving down it and then realizing that it was blocked off on the other end. A couple people made U turns. Then this guy drives up in a Camry and realizes it was blocked off and proceeds to back down the street. We saw that there was a Mustang behind him and thought he would stop. I think the mustang even honked at him. Nope. Mr. Camry backed into him.

Since there were three cops standing right there I assumed they would go and take care of the situation right away. They all looked at each other and then scattered. One of them even said to us, "This is how the metro cops do it." And then he walked off too.

At this point, the street is blocked by these two cars and people are still driving down it and getting rather upset that they are stuck. People start driving through the barricades and down the crowed street. People are honking and yelling. We just stood and watch. The line for the metro was ridiculous so we weren't going anywhere anyway.

Finally a cop shows up and tells the drivers to give each other their information. Mr. Mustang was having problem with this. I don't know if dude didn't have a license or what his deal was. But the cop was yelling telling him that Mr. Camry admitted to hitting his car and that all he need to do was give him his information. Mr. Mustang finally did.

Now where we are from, if you back up into a car at 11 at night, the cops would have you walking the line and following the tip of their pen. This cop didn't even right a report. Not to mention that three cops saw this happen and took off. It all seemed very bizarre to us.

This all just reminded me how much I love living where life is far from crazy.

Go, go, go

Every weekend since Matt has been home we have had something going on. This weekend we are going to a Cardinals game. Go Cards! Next weekend we have my friends wedding and my Grandpa's 70th birthday party. After that, we have NO plans until Thanksgiving. (I hope)

I am so busy during the week with work, school, scheduling and going to appointments that I just want to be able to relax on the weekend and enjoy being with my husband. So hopefully after next weekend we will be able to do that.

I had my first test last night in my Sociology class. It was worth 100 points with 3 bonus questions worth 2 points each. Guess what I got....... 106. Yep that's right. Doing well in school makes me feel excellent about myself. It really does.

School is definitely not easy and my classes are not a breeze but when I put my mind to it and do the work, its definitely worth it. I have a lot of stuff to do for school before next Monday so I need to get on it. But, I'm taking tonight off from doing any homework. I think I deserve it. And Matt deserves a good home cooked meal too.

Getting busy ; )

So, here is the thing... We have been trying to get pregnant but not really. I haven't been on the pill for months. But this is the month that we want to get pregnant. The baby would be born Julyish and I would only have to take the summer off of school.

Matt thinks he will be able to handle doing it every day/night until we get pregnant. Hehehaha.

I feel like I'm 14 writing this. We are going to do it. Lots. Haha.

We are ready for a baby... I think, for the most part.

It seems we have had something going on every weekend since he's been home. We only have this weekend of craziness left and then after that we will be able to settle down. (Flat Land Jam this weekend) And trust me, I'm looking forward to having absolutely nothing to do on the weekend. I would actually rather stay home and clean house or study at this point.

Any advise or words of wisdom on how to make this happen?

Random Happenings

School started last night for me. I have Sociology on Tuesday nights from 7 to 9:45 and Comp. II on Monday nights from 6:15 to 9. I had Sociology last night. It seems a little weird to me. I like to be prepared for class and skim over what we are going to talk about before class. Last night we went over the first chapter. Obviously I didn't have time to skim it before class. The teacher talks so fast it was hard to take any notes but she does have the notes posted online. I will have to write a research paper for both of my classes. Booh! I'll just be glad when I get all of my pre-reqs out of the way and can start taking classes I like.

I still need to fill out my financial aid stuff for school but after looking at it once, I'm wondering if I am smart enough to fill it out.

Another reason why we never told the army we were married is because I had descent insurance at work. Well that's about to change. Starting September 1st my insurance is going to officially suck ass and be very pricey. Matt doesn't go to his Reserves unit untill the end of October. We definately need to get me on some type of Army insurance before then. I called the Guard unit here in town today and Srg. So and So is supposed to be getting me some numbers and stuff. Sounds like I will have to go to Springfield and register in DEERS.

I've been stoked about getting a military ID since before we were married. It will just be cool. We don't live close to a base so I doubt I'll get to use it much unless I get carded for beer or something.

We are having a house warming party labor day weekend. Both of us have big families so we are having it on Saturday and Sunday from noon to midnightish. I haven't started freaking out about it yet.

Well that's about all I know right now. Hope everyone has a wonderful day!!!

Life is Great!!!

Today started off like any normal Friday morning. I was a little late to work but not too bad. It was normal until I checked our online banking.

Let me give you a little background info here. When Matt and I got married we thought he would only be at Ft. Lewis for about 6 months. I didn't want to move there and lose my job and he didn't want to have to get an apartment and leave the barracks. So he never told the Army we were married.

Well then he ended up having to be there an extra 22 weeks, which was like 5 more months. Maybe if we would have know that when we got married I would have moved there or he would have let the barracks while I stayed home but I can't say for sure.

Well when he was doing his paperwork to get the hell out of there he finally told them we were married so that they would start paying him his BAH for the next two months while he is technically just on leave.

So back to this morning. I was checking our online banking and noticed a 5 (five) figure deposit. I called the bank and they said it was from the Army. Matt did some investigating and found out that they had back paid us for BAH for the whole time we were married (11 months). Not only did they back pay us but they back paid us for the rate in the state of Washington, not Illinois. Washington's is about $400 a month more.

Do I feel guilty about this? Hell no. He put his life on the line and we were away from each other for 3 years and had to pay for countless trips back and forth. We have also both worked very hard and saved everything we could while we were apart. Was a surprised? Hell yes. I almost spit my coffee onto the computer screen.

Bye Bye credit card bill that all the traveling and furniture made us rack up.

Bye Bye car payment.

Hello 42" TV that the hubs has been drooling over.

Life is great!!!

Home at last

We made it home. We don't have the Internet yet. I'll be able to write about our adventure tomorrow at work but for now here are a few more pictures.

Montana...




Wyoming


South Dakota


Iowa


Missouri


Illinois... this was about 15 miles from our house.

On our way

We made it to Missula, Montana. Ate dinner with Matt's buddy. Can't type much or Matt will get grouchy. Its bedtime. Long day tomorrow. Here are a few pictures.

Washington




Me


Matt


Coire de Alene, Idaho... when we are loaded I want to have a summer house here on top of a big mountain. Its beautiful.

Ahhhh....

I just woke up from a nap... at 4:30 in the afternoon West Coast time.... on a weekday. Vacation is good. I made it here. With only one minor event to report. I'll get back to that.

My husband is sexy as always and it is great to be with him finally. He had to go to formation and then him and his buddy are going to change his oil real quick so I'm at the hotel blogging. I have only not check my blog for less than 48 hours and have 25 blogs to read.

Today we moved all of Matt's stuff out of his room at the barrack into his car. Sounds easy right? Well he lives on the third floor and there is no elevator or air conditioning. And its hot. (Not as hot as home though cause there is no humidity here and everyone is bitching about how hot it is... get over it. Come to the Midwest and you will know what hot is.) Anyways... we mad about 37 trips up and down the stairs carrying all his stuff. I was a trooper though.

We leave tomorrow on our journey. We will be driving across Washington, through Idaho, Montana, South Dakota, down Iowa, through Missouri, and then to our house. Matt is so excited to see our house and I'm excited for him to see it.

Now back to my story from the airport. I flew Southwest. And you know how you are assigned a number? I was B31. You line up according to number. 1-30 on one side and 31 through 60 on the other. Well I had to slam down a Bloody Mary before I got to on the plane but I could see my gate from the bar. So when the B's lined up I went over and got in line. All the other B's were pretty much in line so I stepped close to the pole on the 31-60 side. Then this twit with dark roots in her bleach blond hair that looked like she belonged a club rather than the airport starts talking crap to the old dude next to her. She said something to the effect of how she hated people butting in line. She kept talking crap and I'm not usually one to say anything (when I'm sober) but I turned around and asked her if she would like to go in front of me. She just looked at me and laughed and said no. I told her I was 31 and asked.what was her number. I could see it said 35. Obviously 31 comes before 35. She didn't say anything so I turned around and she proceeded to talk more crap. I just ignored her. Later she got up on the plane to go to the bathroom and I rolled my eyes at her. I hope her luggage got lost.

Oh maybe it is hot here. I just saw on the news its 103. I've been napping so I wouldn't know.

Tomorrow :)

Tomorrow I leave to fly to Seattle and get my heart back.... for good this time. We will be leaving Seattle on Thursday and driving to southern Illinois and hope to make it back by Saturday night. It is a loooooooong drive that I have made three times before. It will be an adventure and I love adventures. We will have approximately 34 hours in a car together to catch up and enjoy each others company.

When we get back we will be moving in OUR house... together. It will be a bit of a change for both of us but a good change.

Words cannot even begin to describe how excited I am to finally get my man back and be done with this Army business. Technically I'll still be an Army wife cause Matt will be joining the Reserves for 2 years.

I probably won't be blogging much in the next week or so. Maybe a few pictures from the trip.

Hope you all have a good week!!!

Happy Birthday Ozzy!!!

Tomorrow my little boy turns 7. Ozzy is one of the best friends I have ever had. (Its ok if you think I'm nuts cause I probably am a little.) To read a paper I wrote about Ozzy for school click here.

Tomorrow Ozzy will be showered with hugs and kisses. We may just have to take a nap together. And he will get to go to our new house again and chase some birds.

I'm going to get Ozzy a new toy, some bones, and a new bed for our new house.

Happy Birthday Oz!!!

They don't make staplers how they used to.

I have taken on Mama Kat's writing assignment again this week.

I have chosen to write about "They don't make ____ how they used to."

They really don't make staplers how they used to. I got a new stapler at work about a month ago and I haven't had to cuss at it or throw it in the trash yet. Before this stapler I had three staplers. One worked almost every time with three or less pages. Another worked about every other time on three to seven pages. It would also jam up multiple times a day, leading me to cuss and threaten it. Then I also have a heavy duty electric stapler that works every time for 20 or more pages. But the problem with the electric one is that it is across the room and I don't know how to put more staples in it.

Staplers these days are made from plastic. Remember the old metal staplers that worked??? I do vaguely. I think I was in third grade.

This is my new stapler. It says that it is a one finger stapler and will staple up to twenty sheets of paper. We will see. I'm not really a big fan of the green. I'd rather it be pink or purple. But so far it hasn't let me down.

Well...

I've sorta had bloggers block this week. I don't have any exciting stories to tell or any major drama to whine about.

This time next week I will be on my way to Seattle. Its somewhat surreal that we will actually be able to be together... for more than a week. I have a lot to do in the next week so I'm going to be a busy girl until then. I had my eyebrows waxed today and my hair colored last night so that's a start. I still have to take the rest of my clothes over to our house and the rest of the stuff I haven't moved yet. Stuff I use.

I have not bought any groceries for our house. No salt. No pepper. No sugar. No pop tarts. Nothing. I can only imagine how much it is going to be to buy everything we will need just to start with.

Everything is pretty much done at the house. I finally decided on curtains for the living room and they are up now. I had to get a different rug for the living room too because the one I got was too small. But it looks beautiful in my office. Here is a picture of the living. Sorry about the craptastic picture from my cell phone.



I have three more shifts left at my crap job. I will be the happiest girl in the world to have my husband home and not have to work there anymore.

From what I understand with this GI bill stuff, I am going to have to take 4 classes a semester in order for us to get the full benefits. I'm a little concerned about working full time, going to school full time, and possibly having a baby. This seems like a lot. But I have been working two jobs for about four years and I started school this year.

I want my car back

Awhile ago my brother backed into my sexy little sporty car with his big tough redneck truck. Not really a big deal to me because I knew he would pay for it and their was no need to get mad. He was pretty upset, probably mostly about the money because he is a tightwad. Its been so long ago that I can't actually remember when it was. I'm going to go with, June 21st. I know it was a Sunday and I know it was at least three weeks ago. Yeah I think it was the 21st.

To see a picture of my car stuck in the snow click here.

Anyway, my car was still drivable and I called the body shop guy the next day and he came to my work and looked at it. He said bring it in the following Monday and it would take him about a week to fix it.

So for the first week I got to drive my brothers big sports car bashing redneck truck. Let me tell you, I felt tough. Real tough. He used to have a loud muffler on it but after being stopped by Johnny Law one too many times he took that off. If it still had the loud muffler I would have felt invisible. His truck has a cd player, air conditioning and an auxiliary cord so I could plug my iPod into it.

I called the body shop that Thursday which would have been the Thursday before 4th of July to see when it would be ready on Friday. To my surprise the owner said that they were closed on Friday and he had a little blue Ford car I could drive. Ford. Ehhh.

I went there to get the Ford Contour and it basically a grandma car with a spoiler. The gas tank was on empty and the only form of music playing devices it had was a cassette tape player and a radio. Boooh!!! Oh and the speakers on the passengers side didn't work at all. So I drove that for about a week until I got a call from the body shop guy. He need the grocery getter back for a lady that had some kids to haul around. He says he has a Ford Ranger for me to drive and he will drop it off at my work and take the car.

So that day I walked out of work and into the parking lot thinking that I hope I can figure out which truck it was. It wasn't hard to spot at all. It was the one that said "Blah Blah Auto Body" all over the darn thing. So I have been a mobile billboard now for about a week. At least this truck has a cd player in it and decent speakers but I mean come on. The gas tank of this one was on empty too. The owner of the auto body shop is a hunter and there are shotgun shells in the console. I doubt that its is legal for me to be driving around with shotgun shells. And it smells funny. Like hay or dirt or deer or hunting dogs. I can't quite pinpoint it but I can definitely smell it.

Yesterday was supposed to be the day I got my car back. Now today is supposed to be the day I get my sexy little fast loud music playing car back. I'm taking this truck back at 4:30 and I'm not leaving without my 30 miles to the gallon car.

I cannot wait to get it in and find something good on my iPod, crank up the volume, and rip through the gears of my manual transmission like some kind of mad woman. So if you see a little grey Eclipse coming down the road between 4:30 and 5:00 tonight, move over.