Dedication

things like this just make me happy. that someone was this much in love with their engine that they spent the time and money to make it insane. you have to admire the dedication; thats some serious follow through.

Gun racks and Bumper stickers

sometimes i hate living here.

bear with me. i'm having a negative evening goddamnit. foresaking all my friends, family, and comfy little local hangouts for this disneyland of stripmalls and perfectly manicured 'common areas' is my own personal hell sometimes.

Being 'special' -according to good ol' mom- is something of a disadvantage in this land. i have yet to find good friends i would call if ever in need down here. i have yet to feel i belong anywhere down here. maybe this girl just wasn't meant for the south. or is it this pseudonorthern area thats to blame? i bet the real south probably isn't that bad. but here, where every other car is a BMW, every other head has an earpiece plugged into it, every other handshake has acrylic french tips dangling off limp fingers, things are rarely true. the south has that midwestern reputation to uphold. hearty, easy, down-homey types. well those types aren't here. no 1984 Nissan trucks with gun racks in the back and '40 isn't old if you're a tree' bumperstickers mingling with these mercedes so shiny new they don't even have license plates on them.

the other problem i'd like to kvetch about is thanks to my no grrreat friends down here situation, i find the only person i go out with is my man. this is nice, this is fabulous. but when it's not nice and/or fabulous, it down right sucks. take tonight for example. long week at work (like a how-on-earth-did-they-squeeze-70-hours-into-40-hours kind of week) and all i wanted was a frosty, fruity margerita (I have no idea how to spell that drink and don't ever plan to learn). but i walked in the door, promtly got in a fight with the future hubby, stormed upstairs and locked myself in the bedroom, taking the dogs with me.
so much for that drink.

some kind of queen of mediocrity

sometimes i feel like i've accomplished nothing in my life.
i went to a great college, did ok.
i went to grad school -didn't graduate but got great marks.
i bartended.
i helped teach SCUBA classes.
i was a theater tech, stage manager, taught hockey players how to use power tools.
i assisted with invertebrate zoology labs.
i was social chair for a sorority.
i played rugby and managed to sprain both ankles.


but i didn't DO anything. what do i do now? work a lot. cook a lot. walk dogs. work some more. not sleep enough.

i need a hobby. or something.

if i were still in boston would i be doing things?

The masses are what now?

yes, all black people are loud.

yes, all jewish people are stingy.

yes, all italians are hairy.

yes, all blond girls are stupid.

yes, all mexicans are illegal.

yes, all pitbulls will bite you.

wait, who's stupid again?

selling babies

thats right. we sold her.
she was just over a year old. beautiful, with a rosy complexion and like-new tread (despite our driving habits).


Does anyone else think that skips Crying Shame and goes straight on to Catastrophe? (Bonus points if you catch my obscure reference #2)

car junky in the making here. been in the making for years to be quite honest. dad had Fiats, Jags, prolly a Mustang or two -back in the day. an S2K now. i have a lovely little Acura RSX Type S. Love it, but needs new headers. possibly turbo or super charger. is it obvious that i have more reading to do?

Ahh.. what beginnings...

Not the way i had planned to start. but it is what it is, and so, here it is.

got home from work and found that my coolest uncle ever had passed over. then received the necklace of St. Joe, patron saint of warriors (i'm told) who will watch over a boy i used to babysit (that's right) who will be heading off to Iraq to join other marines in kicking some foreign arse.
happy weekend to me. and to him i suppose.

BUT

life does not end there so lets clear our heads and try this again.



i have two lovely dogs. over the years, i've had a number of furry friends of varying species. Daisy, Lilly, AJ, Holly, Bubs, Stewart, Diesel, and my adoptive daughter Janie. Who doesn't love coming home to a wagging tail? makes things all right.


i think i need a bottle of wine. a nice spanish red perhaps.