thanks for sharing, Darryl

I can't believe it's been an entire week since I've made an entry.

 Just goes to show you just how quiet my life can be at times. 

But fortunately, I got a great email from my sister today and

decided to share.   

Throw on the soundtrack to the Deliverance movie and start reading.

Did you know that if the heat inside of you car gets too hot
 it will cause the air bags to deploy?

And I'm not sure if it's the heat or the air bags
 that then causes the windshield to explode.

Do I know this from experience... no,
but Darryl does.

Did you know that if you are 1/2 way between
 Florence, SC and Kingsburg, SC

you are officially in the middle of
N O W H E R E ?!

And when flames are shooting out
 from under the dashboard,
 it is a good idea
 to get out of the car and call 911 . . .
and THEN the tow truck.

Somewhere along the line, call your spouse.

On the way home from nowhere,

do not ask for any lessons learned

 unless you really want to hear them.

I was doing really well just listening,
then I opened my big mouth~ but... he asked.
Does that count?

And I'm not sure if it's okay to laugh after
 he starts telling me his tramatic experience,

but I couldn't help it.

You'd laugh too if you heard the way Darryl told the story. . .

He was standing outside the car

 trying to shine the light from his cell phone

 towards what looked like a street sign.

He hears two loud explosions.

He thought he was being shot at.
(it was actually the airbags deploying)

Okay, that's when I started laughing.

Then... he said if he started hearing banjo music,

his fat, white self was gonna start running

 and die from a heart attack

 before any thing/anyone else

could get ahold of him.

Is this not a priceless story?

ah...yeah, I'm getting old

I've got this new chapter going on in my life; the one where I attend college. So, this will probably provide the occasional bit of blog fodder. Today was the perfect example.


Let me just preface this with the fact that although I am one of the oldest people in my class, I have a great rapport with the young students. I pretty much chit chat with them all and they treat me like one of the gang.


So, I'm in my Engineering Graphics class today, and after diligently working on homework for an hour, the instructor gave us a break.


The guy sitting next to me is a handsome black guy who wears sports clothing and dreads. During the break he went on-line on his computer and went to the IRS site. I asked him if he owed the IRS or something and we had a friendly banter about the IRS and getting things repossessed.


I returned to my studies and soon he exclaims, "There! Now I can sell some beats."


“Beets?” I ask. “The vegetable?” I’m looking at him with a quizzical face wondering how it could be possible that this non-farmer guy is going to be selling beets. I mean, there's no overalls or camoflagued hat or dirty fingernails, but. . . the sports clothes, the white sneakers, the dreadlocks etc.


“No!" “Beats!” he says holding up his ipod.


“Oh! Tunes!” I said, totally snorting while laughing on that one.


The other kids students laughed at WITH me.


so... ah...yeah, I'm getting old.

remember when

Remember when I told you about my initiation into on-line dating?  I had a problem rejecting matches.  Funny how I can be such an empathetic person to virtual relationships.

Here's the update:

I have now rejected 79 matches.  Yes, I just had to get realistic about the possibility of some of these matches ever happening.  Some matches were outside my geographical range, some had passions which I do not share, others had such a sparse bio that it was ridiculous to think they put any effort into the questions at all.

So, now I've been doing this for a whole, two weeks.  I must say that I am very disappointed by the fact that only 16 men have even looked at my introductory information.  A few of them have closed the match due to no chemistry.  I'm guessing they think I'm ugly, or perhaps they desire blonds with bouffant hairdos.  It's hard to say. 

There has been no enthusiastic conversation.  Haven't even got past the Must Have's/Can't Stand statements. 

I think I may need a life coach.

I'm taking applications at brainlikeasieve dot gmail dot com.

let them wait

I had an appointment to have my carpets professionally cleaned. Show time was for 10:00 - 10:30 a.m.  At 10:50 I got a call from the guy saying he was in a distant town and it'd be another half hour to an hour before he got to my house. 

I turned around and called the business office to say my time was valuable, and that I should receive a discount for the two hours they left me waiting. The 18 year old guy on the phone with no professional manner whatsoever, said that it wasn't possible to give a discount.  My guess is that they rely on repeat business?  Yeah, right.

The "professional" carpet cleaner showed up at 11:55 a.m..

Ass.

He dragged his sorry butt around setting things up (oh wow, laying down a piece of vacuum hose), when I told him I wanted him to run the water outside until it got hot enough to produce steam cause I didn't want my carpets soaked.

That's when this carpet-cleaner with an attitude told me he didn't need to do that because the truck instantaneously produces steam. I'm guessing he was making these calculatons based on the Masters in Science he received from Liquor Store Parking Lot University.  I told him I'd done this a time or two and I wanted the water run outside first.  PERIOD.

He stomped out of the house (actually displayed some energy) and called his office to whine to the boss in the hopes of proving me wrong.  It actually would have taken less time to just let the water run.  The boss must have told him to suck it up cause he went to the truck to get the water running.

At this point, I kinda wanted him to just drive away because I didn't trust him in my house now that his phone call to the boss didn't work out.  I envisioned him deliberately soaking my carpets.

So, the company sent a man to my house two hours late, didn't offer an apology or a discount to make up for disrespecting my time, then had me deal with a beligerant worker,
SO, when I paid;
I post dated my check by one week. 

Let them wait.