Don't Get Eliminated!
Update on the car situation: since the insurance company is going to declare the car a total loss, this means we will be getting the Kelley Blue Book value of the car. The value is roughly five grand, so this means that when coupled with the tax refund we will be getting, our options have suddenly dramatically increased. Tight!
The plan is this; we will take the payout from the insurance company and the tax refund and head to the local car auction, whereupon we will either pick up something nice and sporty (though not V-8 powered as discussed previously), or we will get something monstrous and powerful, like a 1993 Dodge Ramcharger for me. The wife will drive the truck, I will do the Ramcharger, put a stereo in it that blows people's clothes off at a hundred paces, and sink the rest into a down payment on a house. As long as the vehicle I drive weighs about three tons and has an obscene amount of power, I'm all good. Whate else do you expect from a bus driver?
I tell you, friends and neighbors, things are going better. The Keflex doesn't make me itch any more, the formatting on the three novels is done, and I just got eight hours of OT today for completing my annual Verification of Transit Training (VTT) class.
Now, if only my damn knee would stop hurting... :)
Oh, and one last thing: I've been watching a whole hell of a lot of two shows lately. Iron Chef America, featuring the king of barbecue, Iron Chef Bobby Flay (who if I have my way will cater the renewal of our vows someday) and MXC. As terribly sadistic as this sounds--but then again, what else is new--I love to watch people hurt themselves on videotape. Like Homer Simpson said, "It's funny because I don't know them." If you haven't checked this show out, I highly recommend going to the Food Network for Iron Chef America and Spike for MXC.
Beefy. Barbecue and knee injuries; it's what makes this country great!
The plan is this; we will take the payout from the insurance company and the tax refund and head to the local car auction, whereupon we will either pick up something nice and sporty (though not V-8 powered as discussed previously), or we will get something monstrous and powerful, like a 1993 Dodge Ramcharger for me. The wife will drive the truck, I will do the Ramcharger, put a stereo in it that blows people's clothes off at a hundred paces, and sink the rest into a down payment on a house. As long as the vehicle I drive weighs about three tons and has an obscene amount of power, I'm all good. Whate else do you expect from a bus driver?
I tell you, friends and neighbors, things are going better. The Keflex doesn't make me itch any more, the formatting on the three novels is done, and I just got eight hours of OT today for completing my annual Verification of Transit Training (VTT) class.
Now, if only my damn knee would stop hurting... :)
Oh, and one last thing: I've been watching a whole hell of a lot of two shows lately. Iron Chef America, featuring the king of barbecue, Iron Chef Bobby Flay (who if I have my way will cater the renewal of our vows someday) and MXC. As terribly sadistic as this sounds--but then again, what else is new--I love to watch people hurt themselves on videotape. Like Homer Simpson said, "It's funny because I don't know them." If you haven't checked this show out, I highly recommend going to the Food Network for Iron Chef America and Spike for MXC.
Beefy. Barbecue and knee injuries; it's what makes this country great!