Very Bizarre Weekend
Okay, so I thought I'd get some much done this weekend. So did not happen.
Saturday totally sucked. A very dear woman died earlier that morning. It wasn't totally unexpected, but it was still a shock.
Today, so not as bad.
Except it was very odd to find out my grandfather is dead? On the front page of the newspaper, it stated "Dickey (now deceased)."
WTF people! Now I know, and every one else who knows him, is well aware of how big of a kick he is getting out of this. The media botched it again. Surprise, surprise!. But seriously. How freakin' hard is it to confirm a death? Totally public record. Which the newspaper is in charge of? That's a scary thought. And anyone who knows a single car guy knows that you can't believe a word of the shit that comes of their mouths. Just listen to them for then minutes. You'll figure it out.
But back to business, I got home from work, hoping to actually getting something done. I take a much needed shower when my aunt calls and asks us to go to dinner.
Who can refuse free food? So I go. And I take my brother with me. Okay, so they live on top of this huge hill. I get my car up it. But in a vain attempt to not look like a total dork, I take my little puny car up there and park. After parking, I decided I should pull up some more to try to get out of the way. My brother offers to do it. He tries to move from the place I parked, in the middle of the hill. He couldn't get it to go. So he took it back down the hill so he could get a running start. Still, he can't get it to go. I finally walk down to the bottom of the hill to see what the heck he did. He forgot to take the parking break off. Parking on hills 101 - use your parking break! I take it off and get it up the hill. Not a single problem! Boys!
So we eat. Salad, sausage,sauce...mmm...Oh, and there was some pasta in there too. I'm very glad I went.
But, by the time I get my brother home, I have to be out again. Meeting the girls for Karaoke. Always a blast. Even though I could barely keep my eyes open. Went, saw the crazy people out there and heard the beautiful voices out there.
Got home, still trying to get stuff done, but I figured I should do a post about this bizarre weekend. I don't think I'm going to get anything done tonight either. Oh well.
OH! AND I GOT ATTACKED BY TWO QUAIL! WHAT IS UP WITH THAT?
Saturday totally sucked. A very dear woman died earlier that morning. It wasn't totally unexpected, but it was still a shock.
Today, so not as bad.
Except it was very odd to find out my grandfather is dead? On the front page of the newspaper, it stated "Dickey (now deceased)."
WTF people! Now I know, and every one else who knows him, is well aware of how big of a kick he is getting out of this. The media botched it again. Surprise, surprise!. But seriously. How freakin' hard is it to confirm a death? Totally public record. Which the newspaper is in charge of? That's a scary thought. And anyone who knows a single car guy knows that you can't believe a word of the shit that comes of their mouths. Just listen to them for then minutes. You'll figure it out.
But back to business, I got home from work, hoping to actually getting something done. I take a much needed shower when my aunt calls and asks us to go to dinner.
Who can refuse free food? So I go. And I take my brother with me. Okay, so they live on top of this huge hill. I get my car up it. But in a vain attempt to not look like a total dork, I take my little puny car up there and park. After parking, I decided I should pull up some more to try to get out of the way. My brother offers to do it. He tries to move from the place I parked, in the middle of the hill. He couldn't get it to go. So he took it back down the hill so he could get a running start. Still, he can't get it to go. I finally walk down to the bottom of the hill to see what the heck he did. He forgot to take the parking break off. Parking on hills 101 - use your parking break! I take it off and get it up the hill. Not a single problem! Boys!
So we eat. Salad, sausage,sauce...mmm...Oh, and there was some pasta in there too. I'm very glad I went.
But, by the time I get my brother home, I have to be out again. Meeting the girls for Karaoke. Always a blast. Even though I could barely keep my eyes open. Went, saw the crazy people out there and heard the beautiful voices out there.
Got home, still trying to get stuff done, but I figured I should do a post about this bizarre weekend. I don't think I'm going to get anything done tonight either. Oh well.
OH! AND I GOT ATTACKED BY TWO QUAIL! WHAT IS UP WITH THAT?