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Tuesday, March 30, 2004

Friends, bloggers, countrymen... hotties... Branch Davidians.. what?

Lend me your ear... or your monitor. Random Sein quote of the day: "If you are thinking of instituting an open-door urination policy, let me disabuse you of that notion right now, my friend." :-) Haven't done that in awhile.

Let's see what's been going on. Oh, the therapist called Sunday and told Dad he was done with his physical therapy. Then the doctor OK'd him to drive Monday. That's great news. Thanks again for all your thoughts and prayers.

Recapping today, I did laundry to consummation. Ran by Wal-Mart, and spent money I didn't need to spend on a new CD. Went to Cardinal to get dinner for Kim and me, then went over there to eat with her. Ended up staying over there for about an hour and a half, trying to help her think of a song to play or have sung at her wedding. I also got her in touch with Jessica this weekend. She is going to help direct the wedding, or plan it, or whatever.

Oh, I went by to get my oil changed today. It started me thinking, I used to do that myself. I used to do a lot more myself. What has happened to me? I'm becoming one of those guys who don't do any of that stuff. For crying out loud, I changed plug wires before, installed a radio or two, put on brake shoes, even. Maybe part of it is not having space to work here in an apartment complex. Yes, that's it. That's what I'm blaming it on, at least. lol

Speaking of cars, I saw a gold 1985 Cavalier today. I don't see how that car is still running. That got me to thinking of the cars I've had, because I actually had a gold 1985 Cavalier. First, there was the black 1980 Monte Carlo, which included the rare feature of having the cloth lining hanging down from the ceiling. That was cool.. or not. Also, it wouldn't stop running for a few seconds (or minutes) when I turned off the ignition. I worked at a grocery store at that time, and sometimes I'd park, get out, and be to the door before it would quit running. Next, I had a baby blue 1984 Escort, with sport stripes and louvers on the back window. ROFL I wrecked that one (no, not on purpose, as is widely suspected). My third car was the gold Cavalier. Four rattling cylinders of power. What? It was a four door, which is a nice touch when you are 18 years old. lol Try getting a date in any of those three cars. Not easy. lol I must apologize one more time to the girls I went out with during that time... Leslie, Paige, Cindy, and anyone else. They were real troopers. lol Finally, I was able to afford a decent car next, a burgundy 1989 Mustang. It wasn't a 5.0, but it was still worlds better than anything else. I had it for about 2 and a half years I think, then a few little things started going wrong, little cosmetic things breaking and such, so I got tired of it. That's when I got my Jeep, a white 1993 Wrangler with soft-top. That was cool, definitely my favorite vehicle. Go anywhere, do anything. Nothing was better than taking the top off that thing and riding around. I miss that a lot. Anyway, I had it a little over four years, I think. Finally, it got to the point where it wasn't really practical, plus it didn't have air, so I sold it to Dad. That's when I got my truck, which was the first brand new vehicle I'd ever bought. I still have it. 141,000 miles and thankfully it's still going strong.

Well, that was a little long. Blogger come-on line #27: You know what they say about guys with big blogs? Well, OK, me neither. WOOOOOOOO!!!!

"Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger. Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home. And freedom, whoa, freedom, well that's just some people talkin'. Your prison is walkin' thru this world all alone..."

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