Well first let me apologize for not writing a post in quite a while. I've been very busy at work and my blog has slipped my mind when I'm home and have time to write in it.
Anyways this is going to be brief because I'm tired and it's almost 11:30pm. So I'll just share this quick experience that I had about a week ago when I was driving home.
It was about 930 or 10pm, I can't remember exactly, and I was driving down Friendship Ave towards Negley, because my new favorite way to get to and from Oakland is to go across the Bloomfield Bridge. So I'm driving down Friendship and up ahead I see what appears to be a man slumped against a tree, with his legs sprawled out in the middle of the street. So I of course slow down and move toward the center of the road, as there were no oncoming cars at this moment. As I approach this man, he does not move or make the slightest indication that he realizes I am traveling towards him in a 2 ton box of metal. As I pass he still does not move a muscle in response to the fact that he's blatantly in the road.
Being the conscientious person that I am, I think to myself that something must be wrong in this situation. So I pull out the old mobile, and dial up 911, and politely inform them that there is an unconscious, possibly deceased person lying almost in the middle of Friendship Ave, all Rescue 911 style!
Just another exciting adventure of my adult life. Sorry for this brief/lame post. I promise I'll have more exciting material to write about soon. Till next time, thanks for reading!
Well it's 10:30P and I just got home from a great evening hanging out oh I'llfeelya Street. I'm turning from Negley onto Stanton and I had a rather alarming experience. Now I don't mean alarming in the sense that I was afraid, rather angry and anxious could be the description of the feeling I had. Now as most of you know Morningside is a great little neighborhood that is bordered by East Liberty, a not so great neighborhood. Full of thuggish guys driving Buicks with "dubs" on them and larger chicks wearing clothes made for 12 year olds. Anyways, so I'm turning onto Stanton, and suddenly an explosive sound erupts into my ear (insert sex joke here). Simultaneously, a piece of debrisricochets off the back of my car and onto the street beside me. Ok honest first thought, I was just the victim of a drive by shooting. I mean what was I supposed to think. I was driving through thugtown with gunshot-esque sounds flying by my head, with shrapnel hitting the Wasaabi. So I park at the church immediately following the turn, and inspect the car. No detectable damage, but I'll have a better assessment in the morning. My only conclusion is that it could have possibly been someone driving over a closed container like a soda bottle and the lid blew off, though neither the sound nor the piece of whatever hitting my car fit the of description. Who knows. Megan will probably call me in about 10 minutes telling me she just saw a news story about a murder by Howitzer Cannon in East Liberty, and then I'll know the real story. Jesus H!
Well step one would be to consume copious amounts of alcohol (namely, beer) and an even larger amount of food (namely, burgers/dogs, mac’n cheese, pasta salad) A body weight amount should suffice.
Step two is to play beer pong and win (so that you have to play multiple games and consume even more alcohol)
Step three is to smoke a cigar much too quickly. Ten minutes ought to do it.
Step four is to eat a little more.
Step five is to be coaxed (read: coerced) into playing quarters (be sure to get “skipped” like 10x and also to land a quarter into the cup of beer in front of you)
Step six is important, so be sure to pay attention. You need to go up to an unoccupied room, lay down on an air mattress (most uncomfortable sleeping surface known to man) and lay there in agony for about twenty minutes. The culmination of this step is to vomit into a moving box, provided you by your host. You then need to carry it downstairs, for everyone to see, so that you can throw it away and get it to stop leaking on your hands.
The title of this post is a literal translation of my day. I've been bored to tears, on the brink of death from mental and physical stagnation. It's the end of the month (obviously you knew that) and I don't have anything to do. It gets like this every month. The first two weeks are complete hell, with heinous amounts of work to do, and then the last week of the month is a different type of hell, where I sit at my desk desperately trying to find something to do, willing myself away from the IE icon on my desktop, for fear that I'll be caught surfing and given another account to work on in my "spare time". I also forgot to mention that I sit and watch on bated breath for the minutes to tick by. There was a cartoon I once saw as a child, I forget what it was about but "Father Time" was in it, marching on as he always does, although this time he was on a treadmill. Well Father, I fear that your piece of overpriced exercise equipment has gone caput. Please buy another so that I do not feel the cold, steely fingers of tedium entrap me. PLEASE!!!
Well since the timestamp on Blogspot never works, it's 4:11Pm and I'm about to leave work for the day. Thanks for tolerating my eccentric outbursts.
Last night I was given the distinct privilege to assist a good friend of mine with working on his car. Now I always jump at the chance to use and improve my mechanical skills, and yesterday’s opportunity was especially exciting, because I got to work on a Porsche! Since there are only like 5 people who read this blog and they all know each other and all of them know only 1 person who owns a Porsche, I’ll just tell you now I was helping Bru.
So our task was a fairly simple one. Flush the brake system in preparation for Saturday’s Autocross race a Beaver Run. This process isn’t really difficult; it’s just tedious because all 4 wheels need to be removed which involves lifting the car on jack stands, ect. We got a bit of a late start on the whole process, on account of Bru having to run out to get a last minute gadget for our project, but by 6:30 we were ready to start.
Now Bru is an extremely meticulous person when it comes to doing ANYTHING with the 911, and with good reason. I mean the car is amazing. However he did make me laugh at times with how careful he was being. For example: It took him about 5 minutes to loosen the first lug nut. Not because it was on so tight that he couldn’t do it, but because it took him that long to work up the courage to actually use the force that was necessary to crack it loose. The preceding 4 minutes and 50 seconds we filled with little baby attempts. Once the first one was loose and he saw that no damage had come to his baby, we made excellent progress.
Ok, car raised, wheels off, and we’re ready to go. It was a scene straight out of West Virginia. Well… and affluent area of West Virginia (I doubt there are many 911s sitting in front yards on bricks, but w/e). So my job for this project was the “helper”, meaning I sat in the car and put pressure on the brake pedal to keep air from getting sucked back into the brake system when the bleeder valves were release. I also was teaching Bru how to do this process. Now I know some of you might say something like “How the hell does Dallas know anything about fixing cars?” Well remember, I’ve now owned oh, 8 of them. If I hadn’t learned how to fix some stuff myself, I would have been broke because with all the cars I bought, there wouldn’t be any money left over to fix them. Anyways, I’ve done a brake job or two in my years, as well as a lot of other stuff, so I’ve got a pretty good idea of what I’m doing. I did have one other job, which will explain the title of this blog. Each bleeder valve has a small rubber cap on it. Because Bru was wearing gloves he couldn’t remove this, so I was responsible to getting them off.
Anyways I was the helper and I sat in the car and pushed the brake pedal. This will probably be the only time I’m ever in the driver’s seat of the Porsche. Even sitting still, engine shut off, wheels removed, up on jack stands, this car is still fricking nice! We finished bleeding the brakes, put the wheels back on and lowered the car right around 9pm. Even though it took 2.5 hours, this was the easiest “do it yourself” mechanic project I’ve ever completed. After we finished we took it for a test drive. No fatal crashes so I guess what we did, we did correctly. Hooray!
Every morning, on my daily commute, I get to go past a construction site downtown. It’s on Liberty Ave, at 10th Street. Each day I’m continually amazed at the engineering that goes into constructing something so large in such a cramped space.
Now I of course have seen large urban buildings, in fact I work in one. But I’ve never been lucky enough to see one being constructed. I have gotten to see the daily progress ever since they broke ground on the project. Granted this building isn’t even going to be that big. I think 4 or 5 stories. I’m not sure, but I think it’s the new African American Cultural building.
Right now, the building is only a collection of steel girders, but it’s still fascinating to watch it take shape. Already I’m trying to figure out what goes where. For example, I’m fairly certain I know that there are going to be some escalators, and consequently where the lobby is going to be. There are 3 rows of ascending steel frames that have the look of an escalator. I can also see that the building is going to be very unique looking, because it’s not modular or square at all. There are beams going every which way.
What’s so awesome is how a building transforms from this scraggly collection of steel beams into a structure capable of supporting people with form and function. How the empty spaces between the beams become rooms and hallways and offices is just so fascinating.
Anyways, this might be the first actual topic that I've pondered. So that’s kind of exciting. Have a great day everyone.
Oh, also. On a side note. Last night during a game of Scrabble I was observing, I, along with everyone else, learned that "et" is actually the past tense of the word eat. Who the hell knew? "Last night I et some pizza" I guess "ate" is getting the shaft on this one.
Think carefully now on your answer. It could be important.
So if you haven't guessed, I just got back from seeing Pineapple Express. Let me just say that it was hilarious. I must say that I was slightly skeptical, and mostly ignorant of this film in the past weeks leading up to its release. I hadn't seen any previews (I pay for cable solely to get a discount on my internet) and therefore I had no idea what to expect really. I like Seth Rogen and although I've only ever seen James Franco in the Spiderman movies, he wasn't bad. Then several people told me it was a great movie, and the prospect of $5 movie night is just too much to pass up. So I went to see it, and was not disappointed.
The evening had some moments about as outrageous as the movie. It was supposed to be Ravi, Mike, Kerri and myself, but it ended up being a bros night. First off, Kerri, apparently unaware of how a clock works or how to read one, went grocery shopping at the Waterfront 20 minutes before our movie was supposed to start...in the Southside. So she did not make it. Now Ravi had already purchased 4 tickets (the movie was sold out so good call) and upon receiving the call from Gatti that she would not be attending, was now in a bit of a situation. Luckily the universe does not fail to provide, as an 8 year old had just such a need for a ticket of this kind. So Ravi was scalping tickets at the Southside Works movie theater. Before our movie could even begin, there was some additional excitement. Apparently a rather unscrupulous character had tried to see a showing of Pineapple Express without right to do so. Whether it be by sneaking in or just not leaving after the previous showing, we will not know. Now I was not there to witness the initial fiasco, but McCall tells me that a very beastly movie attendant with no shortage of attitude confronted this guy, who fled the scene into the Men's bathroom. Where I come in is at this point, where she is outside the bathroom, yelling various obscenities which vary around insulting this guy's manhood...or lack there of.
Anyways, the movie was GREAT. It did a great job of building excitement and anticipation, which is no small feat for a comedy. It started of benignly enough and built up into this crazy smattering of ridiculous situations that did not fail to disappoint the laugh-o-meter. It does a great job of simultaneously glamorizing and denouncing the practice of smoking weed, and has some killer action scenes. I don't want to ruin anything for anyone, so I won't say anymore.
I hope everyone else's Monday evening was equally enjoyable. Goodnight all. Until next time, thanks for reading.
Sorry for the hiatus, but at the beginning of every month it gets really crazy here at work. I won’t bore you with the mundane; lets just say I sort of maybe almost understand what it’s like to menstruate now. I don’t mean this in a literal sense; just the anticipation of a monthly situation where your emotions are going crazy and you get pissed off easily. That’s essentially what the last week has been like here. Anyway, things are back to normal now for the next few weeks.
So on Monday I woke up to a lovely rain shower outside. Now I hate rain, because it’s so annoying and inconvenient. I realize that it’s essential to life and all, and admittedly I’ve actually had fun “playing” in the rain as a child, I just wish that it would only actually happen at times when it wouldn’t impact me. So that would be between the hours of 8:30a and 4:30p, and 12a till 630a. That being said, I truly did find this rain to be a pleasant occurrence. I had my windows open so it was nice and cool in my room, there was a great breeze, and the sound was soothing. Well, I quickly changed my mind about this rain the minute I went to leave my apartment. As I stepped out the door of my building, the skies opened up and a torrential downpour ensued. Now I have this crappy little umbrella that I lifted from 354 Semple during my exodus, because my really nice, hella big “golf” type umbrella was stolen. This thing isn’t worth the child labor that was used to make it. I was COMPLETELY soaked. My arms, legs, backpack. The only thing dry was my head. I get to the bus stop, get on the bus and guess what… it stopped raining. So it rained like an asshole just long enough for me to look as if I came through a monsoon, and then it stopped. And this is why I hate the rain.
Anyways I’m excited for the weekend and what it entails. The Scooby Do Shitaru is going into the mechanic’s next week. Hopefully it’ll be fixed and ready to be sold soon, which would be fantastic. If anybody knows someone that needs a car, and you don’t particularly like this person (its not going to be a great deal, haha) send them my way. Thanks for reading this far, and come back soon.
So a couple moons ago my good friend Mo called me and in a very excited tone of voice proceeded to tell me that the new season of The Real World, Hollywood, had a star from Waynesboro, PA. She was so excited because this person was our age, and since Waynesboro, my hometown, is so damn small, the chances of me knowing this character were high. Now the only thing she knew about this guy was that he was blonde, and his name was Dave. Now I don’t watch MTV, so by extension I don’t know shit about The Real World. However as soon as she told me this, my mind immediately shot to a guy who is the only person I could think of as being foolish enough, or narcissistic enough to actually go on The Real World. So when I got home that day I did a little research and sure enough, Dave on The Real World was exactly who I thought of. There must have been 20 guys named Dave in my high school when I was there, and my guess was exactly right as this being the one. And this guy was (and apparently still is) a complete tool. That guy who thinks he’s popular but isn’t at all. Hangs out with all the “cool groups” but doesn’t belong to anyone. A MALE CHEERLEADER! Apparently his man junk was also on the “less than impressive” side. At least that was the rumor. I of course have no personal experience with which to judge. So there’s your back-story
Last night, for Alex’s farewell hooray, we went out to Matrix. Now a small group of us arrived early. Craig, McCall, LP, Carrie and myself. We’re sitting in the Top 40 room just watching the ugly hoes, who can’t dance nor keep their nether regions from temporarily blinding us at our table. Anyways, the DJ comes on, trying way to hard to get people excited for the then empty Matrix, and he starts saying something about David Sky from The Real World coming to Matrix that night. Now so as not to be a complete dick, I’ll refrain from posting his last name, but let’s just say it starts with “M”. It most definitely is not “Sky”. I ended up seeing this D-bag walking around, and you’ll never guess, he was walking around by himself. Not one person actually gave a fuck that “Dave Sky from the Real World” was there. HAHAHAHA. I love it.
Because it has been the subject of a little friendly teasing by fellow bloggers, I'll skip out on welcoming you back, reader. Just know that my thanks are still present.
Had quite the weekend here in the Burgh, and it was a nice change from the weekend I had last week, being at J Hop and all. Some great news though, my Mom has returned home from the hospital. She was discharged Sunday evening. So that is some wonderful news. She will most likely be undergoing some Chemotherapy and radiation treatments. During the surgery the doctors removed 30 lymphnodes and 1 of them was malignant. 1/30 isn't bad, but she'll still need the treatments. A small setback but overall her situation is very positive and manageable. Thanks again to everyone for your expressions of encouragement.
So Friday night was an interesting one. Activities included a free happy hour at McFadden's that wasn't free at all, but still a great time. I was sort of a big deal while we were there. A bartender gave me 4 free shots for my friends and I. Ok so I'm not that big of a deal, it just so happens this girl is currently "knowing" one of my coworkers, in the biblical sense of the word. Free shots just the same though.
Saturday was a fun one as well. I destroyed most of my intelligence and civility by playing GTA: Liberty City for a good 10 hours. It was pathetic. I got home at 9am (I obviously crashed somewhere other than my apartment since I was wasted the night before) and began playing then until 7pm, stopping only for sustenance and the callings of nature. I got my fill of car jackings and killings though. I shoot this one bitch consistently because every time I go to get a burger in the game (thus "healing" me from all the gang fights I'm in) she calls me a fat ass. Obviously a bad ass gangster cannot let this indignation go unpunished. Unfortunately she always comes back to life to insult me again, so the murder does little more than the assuage my annoyance.
Saturday night had a great game of poker in-store for me. My fellow blogger and friend Mike McCall has already given you a rundown of the evening and some "how well do you know your friends?" trivia in his bog, McCall of the Wild (http://mccallofthewild.blogspot.com), so I won't spoil the fun with a recap.
So you are perhaps wondering what significance the title of this blog holds to the story that I've just told. Well, up until now, none at all. I got this little phrase from a bottle cap of Magic Hat. This is the second time that I've become greatly amused by Magic Hat caps, the first being "You Can't Be Real Unless You Feel". So I've now decided to follow in so many others' footsteps and collect the caps in hopes of one day having enough to cover a table or some other piece of furniture that wont' fit in my apartment. Anywho the point I'm telling this to you is so that you can help me achieve my goal. If you enjoy a Magic Hat at the bar or at home, do me a favor and throw it in your pocket, or a cup, and the next time you see me, give me a little present.
Well my lunch break is over, so I guess I've got to finish this up. Until next time!
Ok just kidding, that was dumb. But thanks for coming back to read my blog. So I'm sitting in the waiting room of the surgery wing at J-Hop, and I'll be here all afternoon in fact. Perhaps the coolest news I've gotten so far this morning (I know you might be thinking, "it's only 930, how much news could you have seen?" I've been up since 5 am, so suffice it to say, I've heard a lot news) was heard from the waiting room coordinator. I asked her where I could find some wi-fi so I could get online. She smiled at me, and said "have a seat honey, we have Wi-fi right here"
So that's how I was able to get online. We're waiting here basically all day, mom's surgery is scheduled until 3pm. So I have some time on my hands, and I thought what a great time to enter in a new pondering.
So on a recent road trip to Allentown, I got into a discussion with my traveling cohorts about proper highway etiquette, and more specifically, proper usage of the left lane. Now everyone knows that I'm a fairly excitable guy, some might say I border on high strung. What ever your opinion on that topic may be, you all know if you've ever driven with me that I get very VERY upset when I come upon someone driving in the left lane, when in fact they shouldn't be there.
Now I wouldn't profess that I'm the best driver in the world. Well...not openly at least, haha, but I would say that I do posses an above average knowledge of the road, and how to handle a car, ect. This is perhaps why I become so frustrated when I encounter someone going 50 mph in the left lane, with not a car in sight. They post signs everywhere, "Keep Right, Pass Left"
Now this is not to say that you cannot ever drive in the left lane. This adage doesn't suggest that you should weave in and out of the left lane for every car that you encounter going slower than you. It's completely acceptable to stay in the left lane to pass a line of cars that for what ever reason are choosing to progress slower than you are, and then when you find a stretch of open right hand real estate, to move over.
This thought again resurfaced last night as I was driving from Pittsburgh to Baltimore. I encountered numerous times a vehicle lazily cruising along in the left lane. Just hanging out, all "Sunday drive" like. I even encountered someone who moved over for me (also a topic of discussion, but a different time perhaps) and the moved BACK OVER after I passed. Now that doesn't make any sense to me. The right lane was open for miles and miles. Oh well.
Now I can hear all of you saying it now, how hard is it to just go around them on the right. Not hard at all, it's just the principle of the subject that I'm discussing. Now I am not seeking to offend anyone with this thought, and I apologize if you feel that it was targeted. Not at all. I only write this blog with the intent of informing you. Food for thought if you will. Perhaps next time you're on a road trip, or on your way to work, or off on vacation, this post will stick out in your mind and you'll flick that turn signal to the right, and move on over. Then a person, not unlike myself, won't have to floor it by you, engine racing, horn blaring, expletives pouring out of their mouth, flicking you a signal of their own.
Well thanks for listening till the end. To jump on the "music video in post" bandwagon, I leave you with this. It probably doesn't have any relevance other than the title, but it's a damn good song, so far as I'm qualified to say. Ta-tas for now ;)
Thanks for coming back for another read. Upon being nagged for another posting, I'm taking some time out of my lunch break to write a little bit.
First let me again thank everyone who's been supportive and thoughtful during this hospitalization issue with my Mom. A quick update; she got to go home last night, after a second ERCP. What's an ERCP, and why'd she have to have another one you ask? Well, and ERCP is an endoscopic retrograde cholangiopancreatography procedure. Basically they snake an endoscope through your digestive system, and then place a stint in her bile duct which hopefully opens the blockage and allows her biliruben to drain naturally so her jaundice will go away. Well the first one didn't work, so they went back in and did it again. Apparently that one didn't work either, which is odd but they sent her home anyway. I guess because she's going to be back on Tuesday as it is. Tuesday is when she will undergo surgery to have the mass around her pancreas removed. It's apparently a long, envasive procedure, so your continued thoughts and prayers are greatly appreciated. I'll be heading home Monday night for a few days to be there.
So moving on. I've realized that though my blog's title leads the reader to believe that it is a collection of thoughts and well, ponderings, I haven't actually pondered anything yet. Well let me assure you I'm trying to change this. Life has just been a little busy since the creation of this blog.
So since I've started my full time job and moved into my own apartment, I'm painfully aware of how expensive it is to do anything. Now I can already hear you guys making comments about how frivolous (read: frugal if you're Jamie) I am with my money, but that's just because I have to furnish my apartment and such, and I'm really very conscious of my money and try not to spend it.
Recently I tried to sell a set of the extra wheels that came with my Saab, but I wanted to keep the tires. So I called up all the tire shops in the area and asked them if they could remove the tires and how much that would cost. To my overwhelming surprise each of these places wanted to charge me upwards of $20 per wheel to remove them. Now I dont know how many of you have ever had your tires changed while you stay at the shop, but it's actually a very mundane process. All these guys do is stick your wheel, tire and all onto a machine, flip a switch and stand back and watch. The machine spins the wheel around and peels off the tire, the guy steps over, places the new tire on, and flips the switch in the opposite direction, and presto! Process finished. Now how can a company seriously try to charge someone $20 for that process? There's hardly any labor involved, the machine has long since been paid off if the tire shop has been in business for any amount of time. Really, I mean come on. Well to make a long story short because I have to go to a job training, the guy at Pep Boys must have realized how ridiculous this was because he hooked me up with a really sweet deal. $10 to have all 4 tires removed.
So I ran out of time before I was able to talk about todays ponderance, but I promise that soon there will be some. Thanks again for reading!
I forgot to update everyone on "the Saab". I got it back on Thursday, thanks in no small part to Lauren Parker's excellent tolerance skills for rush hour traffic. It drove beautifully on the way to Waynesboro, and I have once again tuned it up to "Stage 1", which is how it was tuned when I bought it.
Let me just say this. If I was able to get speeding tickets in my mother's Buick, then you should all make arrangements in advance to bail me out of prison. This thing is F....A....S....T....
Hello friends, thanks for coming back for a second read. This week's entry is going to be slightly less upbeat than the first one, due to some unfortunate circumstances surrounding the previous week.
As many of you may know by now, my mother received some unfortunate news on Thursday. After noticing that she was jaundice one evening she went to the hospital the next day and upon testing, the doctors discovered that she has a small mass pressing against her pancreas. Indeed, this is unfortunate and disturbing news. When I learned of all this I decided to come home for the weekend and accompany my parents to Johns Hopkins in Baltimore this coming Monday. We do not yet know what exactly is in store for her down there. We assume she will have some sort of biopsy done on the mass to determine if it is cancerous or not, as well as being admitted to remedy the jaundice. Beyond that, we do not know what is going to happen.
That all being said, we are all hopeful and optimistic, especially her. My mother is an amazingly strong woman, and she has been taking it all very well. She is coming up on her 11th year of remission for her breast cancer, and that is giving her great strength.
Thank you all who have expressed your encouragement in this matter. We appreciate you keeping her in your thoughts in prayers.
Sorry that this entry was so short, and so solemn. I promise once this one is past I will actually have an entry on something to ponder, for the blog's namesake. Haha. Thanks once again for reading.
Well I decided to give this "blogging" thing a try. A bunch of my friends are doing it and it seems like a fun endeavour, as well as a great way to keep everyone up to date about what's going on with me, since we dont see each other nearly every day like during the school year. So that said, let us begin.
Since graduation at the end of April lots of big changes have been happening for me. I moved to my own apartment in the small neighborhood of Morningside. If you ask Jamie to give you directions she'll undoubtedly lead you into the backwoods of Ohio, because she believes that's where it's located, but it in fact isnt that far from everyone. Its just a stone's throw away from Highland Park and the all too familiar Negley Ave. Its a great little 1.5 bedroom. (technically its 2 but the one is so small its just an office to me). I know I havent had everyone out to it yet but I promise that sometime in the near future I will have a get together and we can "break in" the place, though no actual "breaking" please.
Also, I'm realizing throughout the course of writing this last passage that I have no clue how to tell the difference between "its" and "it's". If anyone would like to shed light on this dilemma that would be great. If memory serves me its('s) completely backwards from every other standard way to use an '
Also about the time of graduation I started my first full time, college graduate job at the Bank of New York Mellon. I spent several weeks trying to describe the position as exciting and flashy and financially minded as I could (partly because I was afraid it was an accounting position and partly because I didn't really know) Now that I'm a month and a half in, I can tell you, without a doubt.....I'm an accountant. Haha, oh well, thus is life. It's going really great so far and I'm very excited about where this job is going to take me.
I've just decided to alternate my usage of "its" and "it's" because its driving me crazy not knowing which one is the appropriate usage. Anywho, now onto the "main event"
Anyone who's spent more than 5 minutes talking to me knows that I'm extremely interested (read: obsessed) with automobiles. I love them, I love driving them, I love reading about them, I love buying them. Indeed, anyone who's spent another 5 minutes talking to me knows I've had 8 cars since I started driving at the age of 16. Well everyone, number 9 has just arrived. Last week I got my 9th (and hopefully final for quite a while) car. It's a 2003 Saab 9-5. Its black, it's fast, and.......its in the shop. Yes that's right had it a week and already broke it. Anyone who's spent a yet additional 5 minutes, that's 15 minutes total time talking to me knows that I'm incredibly unlucky with cars, and that anything can and will go wrong with them. Luckily, this one came with a factory warranty, and it shouldn't cost me anything out of pocket. *Crosses fingers* So come Monday I hope to be back in "The Saab" and having a carefree, happy time with it, sans any downtime.
Well that's it for now. Thanks for reading my first blog. Sorry it was so long. I'd love to hear what you have to say and I look forward to the next post :)
