Late Night

I just got in from a 4 hour stint in the ER. I started feeling lower back and neck pain Monday afternoon. I decided it'd be worth it to go on and get it checked out and not let it linger. Rob went too. He's had a headache since the wreck. Apparently I'm worse off than he is. I'm supposed to see my doctor next week. My reasoning that I'm worse off is that I looked in the mirror and tensed up. I'm going to take pictures tomorrow of the site. There's no way he braked before hitting us. The skid marks show up right where I was stopped. He knocked me several feet from where I was. I also want photos of the ruts where he tried his best to get out of there! Bastard.

Minding My Own Business

Stopped at a red light around midnight last night and BAM! I got slammed by a drunk driver! He hit me and went down in a ditch. The first thing I was thinking was getting his license plate number. He was spinning tires trying to get out of there! He wouldn't even come over and see if we were okay. My friend Rob went over to him and took his keys from him. Cops didn't show up right away. It took some time. The man got arrested and apparently we're going to have to go to court to testify that he was the only one in the truck and behind the wheel. The soundtrack for the night came when the tow truck driver pulled up. He was blaring Bon Jovi "Wanted Dead or Alive."

Pick a seat

This happens everytime I go out to eat with my Dad. He's asking me where I want to sit before we're even greeted. I always say the same thing: "Wherever they seat us." I don't know why he always wants to pick the place to sit. Sometimes it isn't the best choice either.
Another funny thing he's doing is calling a Chevy HHR a HRR. We've got our first one in the shop this week.
Needless to say, working with Dennis is usually a fun time.

My Beautiful Mother

Doesn't my Mom look so good with her hair straight?

Weeds

I saw an episode of Weeds on Showtime for the first time last week. Then I discovered that season one just came out on DVD last Tuesday. I couldn't rent it until last night. I watched several episodes last night. I love it! The opening song is from a poem written in 1963 by Malvina Reynolds. It goes like this:
Little boxes on the hill side, little boxes made of ticky-tacky.
Little boxes, little boxes, little boxes all the same.
There’s a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one,And they’re all made out of ticky-tacky, and they all look just the same.
And the people in the houses all go to the university
Where they all get put in boxes, little boxes, all the same.
And there’s doctors and there’s lawyers, and there’s business executives
And they’re all made out of ticky-tacky and they all look just the same.
And they all play on the golf course and drink their martini dry
And they all have pretty children and the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp and then to the university
Where they all get put in boxes and they all come out the same.
And the boys go into business and marry and raise a family
And they all get put in boxes, little boxes all the same.
There’s a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one
And they’re all made out of ticky-tacky and they all look just the same.

Adventures of Jamie and Cooter Chafer

Friday night sure was fun. After dinner at the Monkey Wrench and spending a few hours doing accounting, nothing gets me ready to go like Main St Lounge on Friday nights. This Friday was no exception. I knew it was BDSM night. I just didn't know how great that would be. Not a single person that participated was attractive, but how could you not enjoy seeing someone getting spanked? We had to sign a waiver and give a thumb print to enter the "Dungeon." One guy had what appeared to be a shit stain in his boxers. The spanker took much notice of this. She turned his ass RED! I got a juiced up spur rubbed on my hand. By juiced up I mean with electricity. I better make that clear right now. I got tired of burning up in there. After a few more drinks I was ready to grab some Taco Bell and call it a night. Saturday night I go out with Jamie & Brad in search of the Jazz Factory. The whole way there Jamie has to piss. She's screaming, throwing a fit. I park my big body in a deserted parking garage. She hops out and pops a squat next to the car. "I need a napkin!" She shouted. I dug around and found some coarse napkins. I hand them to her and tell her, "I hope these don't chafe your cooter." Hence her new nickname, Cooter Chafer. Arriving at the Jazz Factory, I guzzled a few vodka drinks among the calm and collected crowd. I sit and laugh at the thoughts in my head. At one time I picture myself with a chainsaw, sawing through a large mirror from behind, screaming, "I'm the goddamn devil!" I start to wonder if Jamie Barnes' music is full of subliminal messages. The show ends. We have to go somewhere else now. We can't just go back home! We go to Main St Lounge. Last Saturday was a blast, surely this one would be no different. I think there was maybe 10 of us in there. We enjoyed the music and had a couple more drinks. We contemplated going somewhere else. Brad and I convinced Jamie we should just go back to my house, get a little more inebriated, and swim. I think this was around 3. We stopped at Thornton's and they got beer. I opted for some Mike-a-Ritas. I'm addicted to those. All I remember is having a good time in the pool and the iPod dishing out the never ending tunes. I don't recall falling asleep in the two chairs I had pulled together. I woke up and the sun was coming up. I went in and went to bed. I think Jamie woke me up at 11. Periodically I'd try to take a nap. She wasn't having none of that! A couple times I hid from her. I wedged myself on the side of the bed so she couldn't see me. I went downstairs and shut the door. It took her a while to find me. I took her home.

The Monkey Wrench

I ate at a fairly new restaurant tonight called the Monkey Wrench. They have really good food and it's reasonable. They're open until 2 a.m. every night. They also have a brunch buffet on Sundays with bluegrass music. They're located across from Carter & Anderson car dealership on Barrett(sp).

Morality isn't sexy

Mrs. Whitworth has just written something quite funny. iPod update: I received a new "unit" via DHL today. Now that's service! I already put 2,000 of my 2,600 songs I had on the original on this one. Maybe one of these days in the middle of schoolwork and auntee M's birthday video, I'll be able to fill my other 26GB chock full of explicit tunes.

I got rid of my car today. So long payment and high gas prices. Hello uni-cycle!