The Eyes Of The Ranger Are Upon You
Today was uneventful, for the most part. The car broke and mom left to Leslie county, but for whatever reason those seem like regular occurrences as of late. It's a classic Sean Sunday, consisting of lounging around and procrastinating in regards to a massive mountain of homework that I have to turn in tomorrow. This is the life folks.
Last night was pretty neat. Hootie got scared for the first time, really, last night at the track. In the truck feature, Chad Crawford got loose on the last lap coming out of turn four and Rodney Hale, JJ Patterson, Steve Martin, and Timothy Hollis all piled into the wreck about ten feet in front of us as Hootie recorded it. She was all shakey afterwords, and as always I laughed.
Karma paid me back for the laughing. As I was leaving the stands, I stepped onto the ground and apparently I found a piece of soil that was somewhat less than level. I fell arse over tea kittle and dropped all of my stuff. Hootie laughed, so did Miranda. Such is life.
Anyway, after that we headed to Wal-Mart and two strange things occurred. First, a scrail (it was a cross between a screw and a nail, hence the customized terminology) fell from the ceiling and hit me rather unexpectedly. That left me in a total state of WTF, but I got over it and attempted to help Hootie find a new cord for her camcorder; a cord she has lost in Amanda's room and thus will never find. Everything that enters Amanda's room never returns if it is not rescued within three hours. It's tragic really.
I digress. We were at the self checkout, and I did mine in Spanish because I rock like that. Just before checking out I was looking at the gum and thinking, "My God that's a lot of gum." Then I noticed two packages that were adjacent to one another, looking quite normal until I read the labels. Both were of the Dentyne (I don't care if I spelled it wrong, the gum sucks.) Fire variety. One flavor was dubbed "Cinnamon Spice." The other, remarkably was named "Spicy Cinnamon." My mind reeled as to why there was the need to make two different gums out of one flavor, but Jen pulled me out of the cognitive fire before I had a brain aneurysm and everything turned out fine.
Oh yeah! As I checked out (en español) some old guy came up and gave me the once over. I know he thought I was shop lifting, and/or a Mexican. 'Twas a highlight of the night, certainly. Also I had the most awkward conversation ever. Thank you for that, you know who you are. Laters.
Last night was pretty neat. Hootie got scared for the first time, really, last night at the track. In the truck feature, Chad Crawford got loose on the last lap coming out of turn four and Rodney Hale, JJ Patterson, Steve Martin, and Timothy Hollis all piled into the wreck about ten feet in front of us as Hootie recorded it. She was all shakey afterwords, and as always I laughed.
Karma paid me back for the laughing. As I was leaving the stands, I stepped onto the ground and apparently I found a piece of soil that was somewhat less than level. I fell arse over tea kittle and dropped all of my stuff. Hootie laughed, so did Miranda. Such is life.
Anyway, after that we headed to Wal-Mart and two strange things occurred. First, a scrail (it was a cross between a screw and a nail, hence the customized terminology) fell from the ceiling and hit me rather unexpectedly. That left me in a total state of WTF, but I got over it and attempted to help Hootie find a new cord for her camcorder; a cord she has lost in Amanda's room and thus will never find. Everything that enters Amanda's room never returns if it is not rescued within three hours. It's tragic really.
I digress. We were at the self checkout, and I did mine in Spanish because I rock like that. Just before checking out I was looking at the gum and thinking, "My God that's a lot of gum." Then I noticed two packages that were adjacent to one another, looking quite normal until I read the labels. Both were of the Dentyne (I don't care if I spelled it wrong, the gum sucks.) Fire variety. One flavor was dubbed "Cinnamon Spice." The other, remarkably was named "Spicy Cinnamon." My mind reeled as to why there was the need to make two different gums out of one flavor, but Jen pulled me out of the cognitive fire before I had a brain aneurysm and everything turned out fine.
Oh yeah! As I checked out (en español) some old guy came up and gave me the once over. I know he thought I was shop lifting, and/or a Mexican. 'Twas a highlight of the night, certainly. Also I had the most awkward conversation ever. Thank you for that, you know who you are. Laters.