I was talking to a friend via instant messenger today when she brought up an old friend of mine. The friend on im told me she had seen my old friend at a sorority convention in Louisiana this past weekend. I asked her did they get a chance to catch up....long story short, she told me they spoke and that was that. I wasn't really surprised.
See this old friend and I go waaaaaayyyyy back to preschool age. I considered her to be one of my best friends for real. Our friendship really blossomed when we went off to college. We were one of just a handful of black folks from our class that decided to go to college in the central AR area. Throughout the years we had each others backs and went through a lot, many things that still make me giggle to this day. During this time we also had our share of "friendly" arguments but we eventually always talked it out and kept it movin.
Fastforward to fall 2004. We were about to leave for our annual treck to Nashville for TSU's homecoming to hang out with our other childhood friend. Now up until this time we had never discussed who was driving. I knew I had some things that I needed to get fixed up on my car and mentioned it to her previously when we were discussing the trip. I just assumed that she would be driving since her car was newer (she had just gotten it that year). So I call to see if she would be ready to go at the time we had discussed and to figure out who was gonna drive. She lets me know that she needs to get her tires rotated and oil changed and didn't want to drive. So I'm thinking hmmm, okay I've told her about the issues with my vehicle and she knew I didn't want to drive but she waits until the night of to tell me that she didn't want to either. *sigh* So I got mad. It really pissed me off! I wasn't mad at the fact she wanted didn't want to drive her vehicle, I was po'd that she knew it and had not voiced her concerns prior to that date. Hell, we could have rented a car. It would have been really cheap between the two of us (I had coupons for days to this one car rental place). Granted we were both at fault for not getting that particular detail of the trip clarified but honestly I didn't think it would be that big of an issue. My bad. So anyway, I proceed to go off.....she goes off and we...rather she is not going anymore. Fine by me. My dumb azz packs up my car, yes the same one that needed repairing (shut up :-), and ball out. Needless to say this argument was all over some silly stuff and we both knew it was much bigger than who was driving. I think there were just some things that we needed to get off our chest that we had been holding back for awhile and this just happened to be the straw that broke the camels back.
Fastfoward a couple months ahead again for me. It's Christmas Eve, I'm in my car stuck in traffic (due to icy road conditions) headed towards Memphis when I receive a call on my cell. Guess who? Yeeeeep, it's her. I chose not to answer as I really didn't have anything to say. I wasn't in the mood. The only thing I was concentrating on was getting off the interstate and to my grandmothers house. She leaves a voicemail that she was just calling to see what I was doing. I never called her back. The next month I get a call from my friend (the I was chatting on the im with today) that my old friend had a stroke. What?! I was in my car driving with my boyfriend when she told me. I couldn't talk, I just started to cry. I didn't sleep at all that night, I was just up. I knew whatever it was that I was upset about no longer mattered and was not important. The next day after work, I went to see her and everyday while she was in the hospital. When she was in rehab about 30 minutes away, I went to sit with her in the evenings after work to help her shower (she told me that she wasn't comfortable with the nursing staff helping her cause she "didn't know them folks" lol), to cry with her, laugh with her, and talk with her. She gets out of rehab and moves back into her apartment and things between she and I are basically back to normal.
Fastforward (again) with me to fall 2006. It's that time of year again to head out to Nashville. We make it this time and we all have a ball. Soon after, contact from my hommie dwindles(from the end of October up through like January, I had like two phone convos with her). If you know me and my close friends, we call each other at least once or twice/week. Most times we don't talk about ish but it's just what we do. :-) So one day I call and leave a voicemail for her to give me a ring because I was concerned that she was upset with me about something. She returns my call and says only that she's been busy. I know there's more to it, I can hear it in her voice....I ask if she is sure. "yep". Hmmm, alright. So we talk a bit more then end the call. I haven't picked up the phone since.....neither has she.
Getting back to the friend on the im. I met her through my old buddy. I was interested to see if they caught up only because I knew that she (my old friend) was no longer speaking to her either. One day last year I asked my old friend why she no longer kept in contact her. She told me it was because she asked her not to call me when she had her stroke (she wanted to be the one to call and tell me) and she did it anyway. I can understand that and respect it but by the same token, it's not like she called me up to gossip.....it was a serious situation and she felt, even with us being on the outs, I should know asap. She (old friend) also told me that when we saw her at an event last summer that she didn't even speak to her. I just cracked up laughing and asked her what did she expect. I mean damn, you had pretty much cut her off soooooo what did you think would happen? lol
I've had a lot of mixed emotions about it all. I have questioned myself about my role in all of this.
Was I really a good friend? Hell, I thought so.
Was I truly being understanding with the situation regarding her health? I hope so.
Could I have been a better friend? Probably.
Were there things I could have/should have done differently? Maybe
Who really knows. I'm sure she has her reasons, I'm also sure I will probably never know why. Maybe we will reconnect at a later date but it's just not in the cards right now. I wish her all the best.
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Monday, August 06, 2007
Playing Catch-Up
I have a few things to blog about this morning some of which include things I totally forgot to blog about in the past few weeks. Sue me, I'm gettin old. :-)
My youngest nephew's birthday was this past weekend. He is now 2 years old.
Let me tell ya'll, this boy can eat! When I went to see he and his brother while they were visiting my mom he kept me laughing. He would go in the kitchen, pull out the chair, sit down and wait while my mom prepared their meals or just randomly go and open the fridge and stand looking at it like he was deciding what he was going to eat next. lol He's funny but he's is also a sweet little boy that I love.
In other news, I got a new puppy! Allow me to introduce Emma.....
We have had her for about a month now. Emma is a rat terrier, according to the people we got her from even though people often mistake her for a jack russell. She was all of 2 lbs. when we brought her home and we have fattened her up to a whopping 3 lbs. The people we got her from and the vet both said that they doubt she will get over 10 lbs. She is doing fairly well with house training. She knows that she should go to the door and wait to do #2 but we still have to watch her like a hawk for #1. She has yet to gain mind control over that.
She loves playing (ie getting on his nerves) with her brother, Cochise. Luckily, I was able to catch them during one of their calmer moments to capture this Kodak moment. Please don't think his size intimidates her one bit. Ha! You know they say little dogs think their big and she is no exception.
And here is Shorty, my neighbors dog that I walk with Cochise. I tried my best to get them to look at me but as you can plainly see, that didn't work out to well.
Last but certainly not least, my best friend had her 1st born a week ago....a healthy, bouncing baby boy. No pics of the baby. They haven't uploaded any to email out and I can't remember the name of the hospital he was born at to go and snag one. lol I do have a pic of him in my cell phone but my current cell phone provider requires that I spend an extra $5/month to be able to forward picture mail.....it's not that serious.
As far as the weekend goes, not much to tell....as usual. I followed LadyNay's lead and bleached the kitchen down and cleaned up the rest of the house....watched a couple of old school movies, "Uptown Saturday Night" & "Cotton Comes to Harlem"....funny stuff and did a little grocery and "me" shopping. All in all, it was just a regular relaxing weekend.
My youngest nephew's birthday was this past weekend. He is now 2 years old.
Let me tell ya'll, this boy can eat! When I went to see he and his brother while they were visiting my mom he kept me laughing. He would go in the kitchen, pull out the chair, sit down and wait while my mom prepared their meals or just randomly go and open the fridge and stand looking at it like he was deciding what he was going to eat next. lol He's funny but he's is also a sweet little boy that I love.
In other news, I got a new puppy! Allow me to introduce Emma.....
We have had her for about a month now. Emma is a rat terrier, according to the people we got her from even though people often mistake her for a jack russell. She was all of 2 lbs. when we brought her home and we have fattened her up to a whopping 3 lbs. The people we got her from and the vet both said that they doubt she will get over 10 lbs. She is doing fairly well with house training. She knows that she should go to the door and wait to do #2 but we still have to watch her like a hawk for #1. She has yet to gain mind control over that.
She loves playing (ie getting on his nerves) with her brother, Cochise. Luckily, I was able to catch them during one of their calmer moments to capture this Kodak moment. Please don't think his size intimidates her one bit. Ha! You know they say little dogs think their big and she is no exception.
And here is Shorty, my neighbors dog that I walk with Cochise. I tried my best to get them to look at me but as you can plainly see, that didn't work out to well.
Last but certainly not least, my best friend had her 1st born a week ago....a healthy, bouncing baby boy. No pics of the baby. They haven't uploaded any to email out and I can't remember the name of the hospital he was born at to go and snag one. lol I do have a pic of him in my cell phone but my current cell phone provider requires that I spend an extra $5/month to be able to forward picture mail.....it's not that serious.
As far as the weekend goes, not much to tell....as usual. I followed LadyNay's lead and bleached the kitchen down and cleaned up the rest of the house....watched a couple of old school movies, "Uptown Saturday Night" & "Cotton Comes to Harlem"....funny stuff and did a little grocery and "me" shopping. All in all, it was just a regular relaxing weekend.
Friday, August 03, 2007
Just Thinking.....
So the tragedy of the bridge collapse in Minnesota has got me thinking....what if? Throughout my life their are four bridges that I have crossed countless times which have always been a constant in my life. The Memphis-Arkansas Memorial Bridge (the old Bridge), the Hernando De Soto Bridge (the new bridge;both of these cross over the Mississippi River connecting AR to TN), the I-430 bridge (in Little Rock), and the I-30 bridge (also in Little Rock; both of these cross over the Arkansas River).
Growing up I would often go visit both of my grandmothers and other relatives in Memphis. As a child, I would always know which grandmothers house we were going to first by the bridge that my mom took. New bridge=Grandmama Virgie (my mom's mother) and the old bridge=Grandmama Ella(my dad's mother). I always hated going over the old bridge, not because I didn't want to see my grandmother but because I didn't trust that one. Through my eyes as a child, it always just seemed old, rusty, and unsafe. I think part of that stemmed from hearing it being referred to as the old bridge. I would always beg my mom to take the new one and drive the long way around to Grandmama E's house. She would just tell me to be quiet. lol The new bridge just seemed better and more trustworthy than the old one.
I'm older now and realize that there is really not much difference between the two other than the physical appearance. The old bridge has been around since 1949 with a 112 clearance below to the river. The new bridge has been around since 1973 with a 109 clearance below. Yeah there is about a quarter of a century difference between when the two were built but in my mind now they are both just old. Take a look.
Here's the new bridge. Look at all that damn water below. That thing you see floating by in the water is one of several barges that passes through Memphis on a daily basis.
Here's the old bridge
I couldn't find any pics of the bridges in Little Rock I normally cross but here's one of the Little Rock skyline that shows a smaller bridge that connects Little Rock to North Little Rock.
With all of what has happened, the first thought through my mind was that it could happen to me. Scary thought. I can't swim and don't deal well plummeting at fast rates of speed, especially at a time that would involve falling to my untimely demise. Is this going to stop me from using them? Nope, not at all, however I will continue to go across them at high rate of speed.
My wish for the families directly affected and the city of Minneapolis/St.Paul is healing. Time will truly be their best friend during this difficult situation.
Growing up I would often go visit both of my grandmothers and other relatives in Memphis. As a child, I would always know which grandmothers house we were going to first by the bridge that my mom took. New bridge=Grandmama Virgie (my mom's mother) and the old bridge=Grandmama Ella(my dad's mother). I always hated going over the old bridge, not because I didn't want to see my grandmother but because I didn't trust that one. Through my eyes as a child, it always just seemed old, rusty, and unsafe. I think part of that stemmed from hearing it being referred to as the old bridge. I would always beg my mom to take the new one and drive the long way around to Grandmama E's house. She would just tell me to be quiet. lol The new bridge just seemed better and more trustworthy than the old one.
I'm older now and realize that there is really not much difference between the two other than the physical appearance. The old bridge has been around since 1949 with a 112 clearance below to the river. The new bridge has been around since 1973 with a 109 clearance below. Yeah there is about a quarter of a century difference between when the two were built but in my mind now they are both just old. Take a look.
Here's the new bridge. Look at all that damn water below. That thing you see floating by in the water is one of several barges that passes through Memphis on a daily basis.
Here's the old bridge
I couldn't find any pics of the bridges in Little Rock I normally cross but here's one of the Little Rock skyline that shows a smaller bridge that connects Little Rock to North Little Rock.
With all of what has happened, the first thought through my mind was that it could happen to me. Scary thought. I can't swim and don't deal well plummeting at fast rates of speed, especially at a time that would involve falling to my untimely demise. Is this going to stop me from using them? Nope, not at all, however I will continue to go across them at high rate of speed.
My wish for the families directly affected and the city of Minneapolis/St.Paul is healing. Time will truly be their best friend during this difficult situation.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Not So Smooth Criminal
I swear I'm surrounded by rebels against the law. First, the AI reject (see below) and now this (and lawd knows who else). One of my old co-workers sent me an email today about a case of identity theft that happened to one of her friends.
A couple a weeks ago, the friend noticed a charge on her bank account from Jacque Pennae'(that's JC Penney for all you civilized folks)to the tune of about $300 that neither she or her hubby made. So they call the store, but only found out that it was an online purchase and it would take about 24 hours for them to find out more info. The next day comes and they still don't find out much but the case is turned over to the Loss Prevention Department. That same day, her co-worker noticed a charge to the tune of about $200 from an online perfume company. So the co-worker calls the company and they discover the charge is fradulent and cancel the order. The next day, JC Penney calls the friend and tells them that the order is being shipped to the home address of the owner of a local italian restaurant. The friend has not been to this restaurant in years. So she and the co-worker go through the process of elimination based on the restaurants they've frequented. They come to the conclusion that the cc#'s were obtained from a certain mexican spot only because they know the owner of the italian restaurant also owns the mexican spot and his daughter runs the place.
So the police and their bank gets involved. They give 5-0 the okay to go with the FedEx delivery person and arrest who receives the goods. That planned backfires as the only people home are the babysitter and a little kid. So the police goes to the italian restaurant, to try and locate the owner.
Sidebar:I have passed this restaurant a number of times and have never gone in. Why? Cause it looks like a roach or rat would instantly go to war with my big toe the minute I walked in. It looks just that yucky from the outside. I've often heard that the food is good, too bad I will never know cause ya girl ain't settin foot inside of that place.
Back to the story. So 5-0 is at the italian restaurant questioning people. This place is owned and operated by hispanics. How about every single last worker in there starts acting like they can't speaka no englaise?! lol lol lol Come on now. Ya'll are making this money, have been running this restaurant for years, and noone speaks a lick. I don't believe it, ya'll need more people...STAT!!! So the police give them a couple of days to provide a confession. Think they didn't?! The next day, the NIECE of the owner comes forward and admits to stealing the card numbers from the mexican spot. Ain't that a blip! The niece. So now, she is potentially going to ruin her families business all because she didn't want to save up her tips to buy the stuff with her own do-rei-me. Girl please....LOCK HER UP!
With all that said, just be careful. I don't know what is up with this "what's mine is yours" mentality with identity theft. All I know is, they better not step to this, cause I will shank a bitch over my money.
All this thievery has made me think of something I heard on the Steve Harvey morning show today. They were discussing a story about a lady that had reported her pool stolen. It was one of those big "pop-up" pools. According to the woman, there wasn't even a trace of the water they would have had to let out of the pool to steal it. Steve said he thinks she's lying and is just trying to get a new pool. lol So now the lady said in order to safeguard her remaining valuables in her yard, she has chained everything in her backyard to her house.......including her grill. SHUT UP! lol lol lol
Alright, I'm done. Have a good one.
A couple a weeks ago, the friend noticed a charge on her bank account from Jacque Pennae'(that's JC Penney for all you civilized folks)to the tune of about $300 that neither she or her hubby made. So they call the store, but only found out that it was an online purchase and it would take about 24 hours for them to find out more info. The next day comes and they still don't find out much but the case is turned over to the Loss Prevention Department. That same day, her co-worker noticed a charge to the tune of about $200 from an online perfume company. So the co-worker calls the company and they discover the charge is fradulent and cancel the order. The next day, JC Penney calls the friend and tells them that the order is being shipped to the home address of the owner of a local italian restaurant. The friend has not been to this restaurant in years. So she and the co-worker go through the process of elimination based on the restaurants they've frequented. They come to the conclusion that the cc#'s were obtained from a certain mexican spot only because they know the owner of the italian restaurant also owns the mexican spot and his daughter runs the place.
So the police and their bank gets involved. They give 5-0 the okay to go with the FedEx delivery person and arrest who receives the goods. That planned backfires as the only people home are the babysitter and a little kid. So the police goes to the italian restaurant, to try and locate the owner.
Sidebar:I have passed this restaurant a number of times and have never gone in. Why? Cause it looks like a roach or rat would instantly go to war with my big toe the minute I walked in. It looks just that yucky from the outside. I've often heard that the food is good, too bad I will never know cause ya girl ain't settin foot inside of that place.
Back to the story. So 5-0 is at the italian restaurant questioning people. This place is owned and operated by hispanics. How about every single last worker in there starts acting like they can't speaka no englaise?! lol lol lol Come on now. Ya'll are making this money, have been running this restaurant for years, and noone speaks a lick. I don't believe it, ya'll need more people...STAT!!! So the police give them a couple of days to provide a confession. Think they didn't?! The next day, the NIECE of the owner comes forward and admits to stealing the card numbers from the mexican spot. Ain't that a blip! The niece. So now, she is potentially going to ruin her families business all because she didn't want to save up her tips to buy the stuff with her own do-rei-me. Girl please....LOCK HER UP!
With all that said, just be careful. I don't know what is up with this "what's mine is yours" mentality with identity theft. All I know is, they better not step to this, cause I will shank a bitch over my money.
All this thievery has made me think of something I heard on the Steve Harvey morning show today. They were discussing a story about a lady that had reported her pool stolen. It was one of those big "pop-up" pools. According to the woman, there wasn't even a trace of the water they would have had to let out of the pool to steal it. Steve said he thinks she's lying and is just trying to get a new pool. lol So now the lady said in order to safeguard her remaining valuables in her yard, she has chained everything in her backyard to her house.......including her grill. SHUT UP! lol lol lol
Alright, I'm done. Have a good one.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
I'm Locked Up, They Won't Let Me Out
I was surfing some blogs this morning and ran across some of the funniest ish I have seen in quite some time. Please try and contain your laughter (especially if you are on the j-o-b)better yet DON'T. If you are having anything remotely close to a bad day, this will make you feel better I promise. The clip is a little lengthy but worth it. If you are at work: lower your speakers or slap on some headphones cause homeboy is not holding anything back. lol
In other news around Central AR, former American Idol contestant Corey Clark was picked up by 5-0 this past weekend. Click on his name for the story. I caught myself saying a quick "Who?" when this story was reported until they showed his pic. Just in case you don't have a clue who dude is, here's his mugshot.
Here's a pic of him in better days.
If you still don't have a clue who dude is. He is the one that put his business on blast about he and Paula Abdul supposedly gettin busy. The jury's still out on that one. Anyway, he and his WIFE got busted with some weed in the car. He is currently still being held in jail because of an outstanding warrant that was issued for failure to appear in AZ over some other stuff.
I'm going to go make a "Go Corey" sign and stand outside of the jail. Think he will show me any love?
Have a good day ya'll!
Monday, July 30, 2007
A Grandson's Love
A friend just emailed me the link to this video about a grandson who took his grandmother to prom 35 years after the one she never got the chance to attend. Sweet story!
Sunday, July 29, 2007
When Keepin It Real Goes Wrong!
As I was web surfing today, I ran across this story on the msnbc website.
ELM MOTT, Texas - A Navy man who got mad when someone mocked him as a "nerd" over the Internet climbed into his car and drove 1,300 miles from Virginia to Texas to teach the other guy a lesson.
And the lesson you might wonder, psycho dude burns the guys trailer down......OVER SOME BS ON THE INTERNET. Luckily, the man was not hurt but he pretty much lost everything. So now this fool has been sentenced to 7 years in prison and has thrown his career away. And for what? Not a damn thing.
Now I know most if not everyone has been in a situation where you were pushed to the limit and got extremely angry with someone. I know I have (cue ex-boyfriend). Yes, I had thoughts of wanting to cause him bodily harm when he took it there but then I stopped. Why?? I thought about what the consequences of what my actions would be. I knew that I wanted to do something with my life and that having a record would make that extremely difficult. Plus, it.just.wasn't.that.serious. So after driving around, I cooled off and was usually so drained the only thing I was thinking of was getting in my bed and going to sleep. This makes me wonder, why did this not have the same or similiar affect on this guy. I mean after 1300 miles of driving, you would think some sort of rationale would have kicked in between VA and TX. Hmmmm, I guess not.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
I's Been Tagged!
So here are the rules
1. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
Most everyone's blog I read has already done this so I'm not tagging anyone but feel free to do it on your own accord if you have not been tagged. :-) Since I have to list 8 things, I will go with a theme instead of listing 8 random things. I bring to you.....
MY VEHICULAR INCIDENTS
1. My first car was a 86 Honda Civic with a pop up sunroof. I loved that car!! This girl in my class hit the bumper with her mom's van in the parking lot one day at school. I didn't tell my mom because you really couldn't tell.
2. I flooded my mom's car out once. I told her I was going to the store when I really was sneaking to go see my boyfriend. lol It had rained heavily that day and the street I turned on was ummmm kinda flooded. I really didn't think it was that bad. I just figured I would drive through it slowly. ha ha yeah, I was stupid. I started crying when the car stopped and the water was up to the door. Luckily this man came along in a big truck and pushed the car past the flooding for me. My mom had to drive my car until her's was repaired....she didn't speak to me for 1 week. Thankfully my sister worked for State Farm at the time and was able to find some loopholes in our insurance so that my mom wouldn't have to pay out of pocket for the expense. Did I say I was stupid?!
3. My second car was a Mazda MX-3. I saw it in a magazine and just had to have it. Ya'll, I was spoiled. :-( I got it a couple of months before graduation and was only supposed to drive it every once in awhile until I left for school. Sooooo, yeah you guessed it, I was driving it way more than my other car which I considered to be a hoopty at that point. So I'm riding around which was done a lot where I lived....partly because that was really one of the only things the teens liked to do to entertain themselves. The black folks went ridin and the white folks went cruisin....same concept just a different word. :-) Plus gas was el cheapo back then.....$0.89/gallon. Anyway, getting back to the story at hand. So I'm ridin in the hood and then bam, HE hits my car.....WITH A GO CART! WTF!! AND the wreck takes place in front of the house of one of my mom's friends that used to babysit me when I was little. *rolls eyes* I was fine, the dumb boy broke his leg (that's what his dumb azz got), and my mom tried her best not to kill me.
4.On Mother's Day 2000, I was on the way to visit my mom and grandmother. I was approaching the exit to Maumelle (about 10 minutes outside of Conway) when I see this car merging over into my lane. I'm honking, he's not paying attention because he continues to merge and my car eases on off the interstate and rolls into the grass and into some baby trees. That shit was not fun. Grandpa kept on rolling....no one got his plates but a lot of nice people came to check on me.
5. I once was side swiped after leaving a club (PJ's) in Pine Bluff. The other driver and myself pull off to the side of the road. He's drunk....so are his friends. They leave...*sigh* My friends got his plates. I was hoping they ran into a ditch for leaving the scene.
6. I've had my current vehicle for about 5 years now. The 1st week I had it, someone backed into the bumper and left a dent and some scratches. I hadn't even gotten my tags for it yet. I never did figure out if it happened at work or at my apartment. Luckily someone tipped me to a place called Dent Doctors that specializes in little dings in cars. They popped that sucka right on out. Neat stuff.
7. About 3 years after incident #6, a lady hit the side of my car. Damn, damn, damn!!! A witness called us over while we were waiting for 5-0 to show up. She chews the lady out who hit my car. She basically told her that she saw everything and that the she was in the wrong but in a really mean way. The woman that hit my car started crying. I didn't care, I was pissed.
8. I once rear ended someone. I wasn't paying attention and thought the car had pulled off. It hadn't....I hit him. This is the only wreck that I've been in that I was ever at fault.
*Knocking on wood, concrete, glass, and plastic* I have not been in a wreck since incident #7 (in about 3 years). My car and my insurance premiums have thanked me kindly ever since.
1. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
Most everyone's blog I read has already done this so I'm not tagging anyone but feel free to do it on your own accord if you have not been tagged. :-) Since I have to list 8 things, I will go with a theme instead of listing 8 random things. I bring to you.....
MY VEHICULAR INCIDENTS
1. My first car was a 86 Honda Civic with a pop up sunroof. I loved that car!! This girl in my class hit the bumper with her mom's van in the parking lot one day at school. I didn't tell my mom because you really couldn't tell.
2. I flooded my mom's car out once. I told her I was going to the store when I really was sneaking to go see my boyfriend. lol It had rained heavily that day and the street I turned on was ummmm kinda flooded. I really didn't think it was that bad. I just figured I would drive through it slowly. ha ha yeah, I was stupid. I started crying when the car stopped and the water was up to the door. Luckily this man came along in a big truck and pushed the car past the flooding for me. My mom had to drive my car until her's was repaired....she didn't speak to me for 1 week. Thankfully my sister worked for State Farm at the time and was able to find some loopholes in our insurance so that my mom wouldn't have to pay out of pocket for the expense. Did I say I was stupid?!
3. My second car was a Mazda MX-3. I saw it in a magazine and just had to have it. Ya'll, I was spoiled. :-( I got it a couple of months before graduation and was only supposed to drive it every once in awhile until I left for school. Sooooo, yeah you guessed it, I was driving it way more than my other car which I considered to be a hoopty at that point. So I'm riding around which was done a lot where I lived....partly because that was really one of the only things the teens liked to do to entertain themselves. The black folks went ridin and the white folks went cruisin....same concept just a different word. :-) Plus gas was el cheapo back then.....$0.89/gallon. Anyway, getting back to the story at hand. So I'm ridin in the hood and then bam, HE hits my car.....WITH A GO CART! WTF!! AND the wreck takes place in front of the house of one of my mom's friends that used to babysit me when I was little. *rolls eyes* I was fine, the dumb boy broke his leg (that's what his dumb azz got), and my mom tried her best not to kill me.
4.On Mother's Day 2000, I was on the way to visit my mom and grandmother. I was approaching the exit to Maumelle (about 10 minutes outside of Conway) when I see this car merging over into my lane. I'm honking, he's not paying attention because he continues to merge and my car eases on off the interstate and rolls into the grass and into some baby trees. That shit was not fun. Grandpa kept on rolling....no one got his plates but a lot of nice people came to check on me.
5. I once was side swiped after leaving a club (PJ's) in Pine Bluff. The other driver and myself pull off to the side of the road. He's drunk....so are his friends. They leave...*sigh* My friends got his plates. I was hoping they ran into a ditch for leaving the scene.
6. I've had my current vehicle for about 5 years now. The 1st week I had it, someone backed into the bumper and left a dent and some scratches. I hadn't even gotten my tags for it yet. I never did figure out if it happened at work or at my apartment. Luckily someone tipped me to a place called Dent Doctors that specializes in little dings in cars. They popped that sucka right on out. Neat stuff.
7. About 3 years after incident #6, a lady hit the side of my car. Damn, damn, damn!!! A witness called us over while we were waiting for 5-0 to show up. She chews the lady out who hit my car. She basically told her that she saw everything and that the she was in the wrong but in a really mean way. The woman that hit my car started crying. I didn't care, I was pissed.
8. I once rear ended someone. I wasn't paying attention and thought the car had pulled off. It hadn't....I hit him. This is the only wreck that I've been in that I was ever at fault.
*Knocking on wood, concrete, glass, and plastic* I have not been in a wreck since incident #7 (in about 3 years). My car and my insurance premiums have thanked me kindly ever since.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Random Stuff
While walking Cochise and Shorty(my neighbors dog) last week I was a witness to some interesting stuff.
First up, the fender bender. As I rounded the curve to one of the subdivisions near where I live, I noticed two cars in the driveway. One was backing up extremely slow. I continue to walk and then bam it happens....the car's front fender hits the mailbox. The car then pulls up and backs out of the drive about 3 times before they park the car on the street.....crooked. At this point, I know this has got to be a kid or an elderly person. All of a sudden, this lady comes out of the house and raises hell. I slow to let the dog's take a break cause I was NOT about to miss this. The culprit, a teenage boy, finally gets out of the car. She is screaming and yelling about look what the hell he did to her car and all that jazz. I don't know if the damage was bad, but it I will say it will go smashingly well with the boo boo on the bumper of her vehicle in which the paint has begun to peel off.
Close to the end of my walk on that same day, I saw two things that made me laugh and scratch my head. To the right, of the street we had grandpa mowing the lawn in his straw cowboy hat, long sleeve shirt, shorts, brown open toe sandals with black socks. Bless his heart.
Right across the street, the lawn was screaming out to me. This person had cut the yard but they obviously were pressed for time as only half of the lawn was complete. I'm not talking the front yard was done and the backyard was not. There was a line of cut grass then a line a not cut grass in several parts of the lawn. It was most noticeable on the side of the house and portions of the front yard. I searched for signs of a lawn mower close by (maybe he wasn't done ya know) but all I saw was the dad in the garage playing with this kids in his khakis. Ummmm, yeah.........
OFF TOPIC:
House Detective do you take submissions of homes in violation? There is one home that I pass when walking that has what seems like a gazillion fake deer in different poses no less in their front yard, with a windmill, and other yard decorations. *sigh*
While grocery shopping this past weekend, I encountered the some hicks. This tag team consisted of a mother and daughter in motor carts. I don't know if there was truly anything wrong with either of them but the daughter was extremely suspect as she was slurping away on her bottle of chocolate milk(that she probably hadn't paid for) while moving both of her legs. *rolls eyes* So I am on the aisle, pick up my item and I wait. Why you ask because they were both blocking the aisle. The daughter's cart was facing me and the mother's was directly in front of me. So I give them a sec to finish looking and go through my grocery list cause ya know I can be considerate. I realize that sometimes you need to look and compare things you are wishing to purchase. So their second passes, and they are still there blocking the aisle. So I look to the daughter, who is obviously not shopping for anything but just their for the ride....literally. I give her that look and say excuse me when she finally realizes she needs to move her ass out of the way. Damn, are common sense and common courtesies extinct? *sigh squared*
First up, the fender bender. As I rounded the curve to one of the subdivisions near where I live, I noticed two cars in the driveway. One was backing up extremely slow. I continue to walk and then bam it happens....the car's front fender hits the mailbox. The car then pulls up and backs out of the drive about 3 times before they park the car on the street.....crooked. At this point, I know this has got to be a kid or an elderly person. All of a sudden, this lady comes out of the house and raises hell. I slow to let the dog's take a break cause I was NOT about to miss this. The culprit, a teenage boy, finally gets out of the car. She is screaming and yelling about look what the hell he did to her car and all that jazz. I don't know if the damage was bad, but it I will say it will go smashingly well with the boo boo on the bumper of her vehicle in which the paint has begun to peel off.
Close to the end of my walk on that same day, I saw two things that made me laugh and scratch my head. To the right, of the street we had grandpa mowing the lawn in his straw cowboy hat, long sleeve shirt, shorts, brown open toe sandals with black socks. Bless his heart.
Right across the street, the lawn was screaming out to me. This person had cut the yard but they obviously were pressed for time as only half of the lawn was complete. I'm not talking the front yard was done and the backyard was not. There was a line of cut grass then a line a not cut grass in several parts of the lawn. It was most noticeable on the side of the house and portions of the front yard. I searched for signs of a lawn mower close by (maybe he wasn't done ya know) but all I saw was the dad in the garage playing with this kids in his khakis. Ummmm, yeah.........
OFF TOPIC:
House Detective do you take submissions of homes in violation? There is one home that I pass when walking that has what seems like a gazillion fake deer in different poses no less in their front yard, with a windmill, and other yard decorations. *sigh*
While grocery shopping this past weekend, I encountered the some hicks. This tag team consisted of a mother and daughter in motor carts. I don't know if there was truly anything wrong with either of them but the daughter was extremely suspect as she was slurping away on her bottle of chocolate milk(that she probably hadn't paid for) while moving both of her legs. *rolls eyes* So I am on the aisle, pick up my item and I wait. Why you ask because they were both blocking the aisle. The daughter's cart was facing me and the mother's was directly in front of me. So I give them a sec to finish looking and go through my grocery list cause ya know I can be considerate. I realize that sometimes you need to look and compare things you are wishing to purchase. So their second passes, and they are still there blocking the aisle. So I look to the daughter, who is obviously not shopping for anything but just their for the ride....literally. I give her that look and say excuse me when she finally realizes she needs to move her ass out of the way. Damn, are common sense and common courtesies extinct? *sigh squared*
Friday, July 20, 2007
Funky Friday Double Up
I've got two songs on the brain this morning. Blogger is tripping this morning and not accepting the embedded codes from youtube, so I posted the url for the vid's instead.
First up, New Edition's "If It Isn't Love". I let this play before I posted and so that I could go back brush up on the dance moves and what not. *sings to self* You love her....what???!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uCTZqGYf0-Q
Next up, Mint Condition's "Breakin My Heart(Pretty Brown Eyes)'" Love this song and this group!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RKnbOTvcc2s
Enjoy! Have a great weekend!!
First up, New Edition's "If It Isn't Love". I let this play before I posted and so that I could go back brush up on the dance moves and what not. *sings to self* You love her....what???!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uCTZqGYf0-Q
Next up, Mint Condition's "Breakin My Heart(Pretty Brown Eyes)'" Love this song and this group!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RKnbOTvcc2s
Enjoy! Have a great weekend!!
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Mini-Post
Not really feeling like typing out one of my long posts :-) so I will leave you guys with a link my friend sent me for a blog by the name of FourFour. The post showcases what some of the ladies from America's Next Top Model have been up to. They are all still doing some sort of modeling and are still in the public eye so I guess that is a success in itself. One former ANTM-er's current paycheck stems from modeling clothing that will make the ladies on the mother board jealous for days while another shows just how much she loves the Golden Girls.
Click and enjoy!
http://fourfour.typepad.com/fourfour/2007/07/antm-watn.html
Click and enjoy!
http://fourfour.typepad.com/fourfour/2007/07/antm-watn.html
Monday, July 16, 2007
Adventures in Prophesizing and Neighbors
So this weekend was not filled with a lot of activity on my part other than walking my dog a lot but I did have some interesting experiences.
Let's start with my encounter at the laundromat. I had taken my comforter there to get it cleaned and ran into this guy that I see occassionally around town. This guy is older, probably in his 50's. I originally met him I believe when I was working at Wally World when I was in school. Each time since our first meeting, he always asks the same questions. Do you go to church around here? Why not? Can I convince you to come to my church? After unsuccessfully trying to talk me into going to his house of worship he, without fail, then begins to preach to me. Oh lawd, why??!! I hate when folks do this. Unless I ask, please keep your testimony to those that request it or obviously have some interest in what you have to say. Now don't get me wrong, he is a nice man and I treat him with respect because he is my elder, however, if it's obvious that my face registers no interest and I have not visited your church after all this time........just keep it light and keep it moving. Don't get me wrong folks, it's not that I am without faith, I just choose to worship in my own personal way and have my own relationship with Christ.
Anyway, back to the laundromat. So he's talking, I'm looking and without missing a beat he asks me about coming to visit his church. I just smile and tell him I will think about (knowing good and well I will not be going). Sue me! lol The convo continues to flow and I bring up other faiths. He then drops the bomb on me and tells me that there is no other faith than Christianity. Pump your breaks homie......WHAT?! He then proceeds to tell me that he hopes that is not the path that I am going down and to not let anyone lead me down that path because that is just the devil trying to pull me away from Christ and that once you choose to worship one of the other faiths you are in and cannot be pulled away. So I ask him was he comparing other faiths/religions to a cult? He responds that it's not that but it's close. Hmmmm, ooooookkkkaaaaayyy. At this point, I have tuned him out because he is talking a bunch of nonsense and wrap up the convo quickly after that. I just find it really peculiar that some folks of the christian faith are quick to put down things that they know absolutely nothing about. How can you judge while at the same time call yourself a christian and have these preconceived ideas about things you really know nothing about? And you call yourself saved, hmph.
Moving on.....
For the 2nd time in 3 weeks, our neighbors yard was toilet papered. I didn't know folks even did that anymore. She has a son that is of teenage age so we are assuming that some kid(s) he knows are the culprits. Well, Z and I were sitting out in the garage last night talking when all hell broke loose. Her kids (she has a younger son as well) were in the driveway messin around with a couple of friends that were visiting. At this point, two of the boys had made their way from the driveway to the grass wrestling. The mom comes out and is just staring down looking at them and then she starts going off. She was fussing about them f-in around while their was still toilet tissue in the tree and in the grass. I could definitely feel her on that one. Then again, I would have had the kids and their friends out in the hot azz sun cleaning all that crap up in the first place. She walks back into the garage and starts fussin about something else. Apparently, someone had spilled something and of course, neither of the boys claimed to have done it. That pisses her off even more and she starts screaming about she was sick of this and that. I go inside the house to get a cup of water, when I return the mom is sitting on the ground crying. OMG!!!!! I ask Z, what is going on. He thinks that she fell. *gasp* All of a sudden I hear her screaming at her kid to leave her alone, she is hurt and to just get away. *gasp* The kid walks off down the street and I debate whether to go across the street or not because I wasn't sure if she would really want to be bothered...ya know. It was rather akward, I know especially for her having people see what was going on (we were not the only other people outside at the time). I make the decision to go across the street to make sure she was alright. The closer I got to her I saw that her knee was bleeding not bad but still....... I ask her if she fell, if she was okay, did she need anything for her knee, etc. She is bawlin and tells me no that she would be fine she just needs to sit there for a minute. She also apologizes for us having to witness all that went down. I let her know it was okay.....I felt bad for her. You could tell that probably wasn't the only thing/stress she was dealing with. We went inside not long after that. The tree still has toilet paper in it.
What about you guys? What akward situations have you witnessed/been a part of? Have you ever had anyone preach to you? How did you handle it?
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Complete and Utter BS
I thought I was done blogging for the day until I read about this......
Sprint Nextel defends decision to terminate customers who call customer service too much
http://www.iht.com/articles/ap/2007/07/10/business/NA-FIN-US-Sprint-Nextel-Terminated-Customers.php
In the words of Paula D., what kind of fuckery is this???!!!
As a current customer of Sprint-Nextel, I am appalled. I know first hand just how frustrating it is calling into their customer service centers which is why I refrain from speaking with them on a regular basis unless I just have to. In my past experiences, you are transferred A LOT and stay on hold for long periods of time.....that is of course unless they call you wanting to upgrade your phone or rate plan to get you locked in with another contract, then it's all peaches and cream. I recall one of my longest calls with them being in the neighborhood of 50 plus minutes. Did they resolve my issue? Yeah but for it damn sure shouldn't have taken that long to it.
This excerpt from the letter just slayed the hell out of me....
"While we have worked to resolve your issues and questions to the best of our ability, the number of inquiries you have made to us during this time had led us to determine that we are unable to meet your current wireless needs," the letters said.
Last time I checked, having the ability to call in and inquire about your service and your account was a part of the service the company is to provide. And more likely than not, the reason that you are unable to meet those particular people's current wireless needs is because calls within your network drop more than my panties do in one day.....hell.
Now don't get me wrong, I am not insensitive to the cs reps by any means. I paid my dues and was a customer service rep for a wireless competitor of this company for a couple of years and I know full and damn well just how irritating a customer can be when calling in. I've got stories for days. Yeah, some of the people were crazy as all get out but I also know that most of these people had to call back in because someone had not done their job. Some of the problem also came into play from the sales reps. They promised folks the sun and the moon only to get the sale and who did the customer have to call to fix it......the cs reps.
Bottom line: If you treat people like shit, you get shit in return.
This company gets no sympathy from me but they will be receiving a call ASAP regarding my transfer of services real soon.
Sprint Nextel defends decision to terminate customers who call customer service too much
http://www.iht.com/articles/ap/2007/07/10/business/NA-FIN-US-Sprint-Nextel-Terminated-Customers.php
In the words of Paula D., what kind of fuckery is this???!!!
As a current customer of Sprint-Nextel, I am appalled. I know first hand just how frustrating it is calling into their customer service centers which is why I refrain from speaking with them on a regular basis unless I just have to. In my past experiences, you are transferred A LOT and stay on hold for long periods of time.....that is of course unless they call you wanting to upgrade your phone or rate plan to get you locked in with another contract, then it's all peaches and cream. I recall one of my longest calls with them being in the neighborhood of 50 plus minutes. Did they resolve my issue? Yeah but for it damn sure shouldn't have taken that long to it.
This excerpt from the letter just slayed the hell out of me....
"While we have worked to resolve your issues and questions to the best of our ability, the number of inquiries you have made to us during this time had led us to determine that we are unable to meet your current wireless needs," the letters said.
Last time I checked, having the ability to call in and inquire about your service and your account was a part of the service the company is to provide. And more likely than not, the reason that you are unable to meet those particular people's current wireless needs is because calls within your network drop more than my panties do in one day.....hell.
Now don't get me wrong, I am not insensitive to the cs reps by any means. I paid my dues and was a customer service rep for a wireless competitor of this company for a couple of years and I know full and damn well just how irritating a customer can be when calling in. I've got stories for days. Yeah, some of the people were crazy as all get out but I also know that most of these people had to call back in because someone had not done their job. Some of the problem also came into play from the sales reps. They promised folks the sun and the moon only to get the sale and who did the customer have to call to fix it......the cs reps.
Bottom line: If you treat people like shit, you get shit in return.
This company gets no sympathy from me but they will be receiving a call ASAP regarding my transfer of services real soon.
Out and About
I made a quick stop at Wal-Mart today and was present to view some interesting scenery and hear some funny things. While standing in line at the customer service desk the following things occured:
Some high school/college kids standing in line. One guy had on a green and white stripped shirt with a large hole in the side and basketball shorts down low enough to see his draws. (yes I said draws) Why? That ish ain't cute.
I hear voices on the walkie talkie stating that a cat was in some pallets in the lawn and garden section outside and they couldn't get it to come out. The assistant manager proceeds to look up and call the number to animal protection services to come out and assist. **While leaving the store, I see APS leaving Wendy's and going away from the store* I bet their gonna be pissed that they have to drive back over there.
I see another group of high school/college kids. One of the young ladies had on sponge bob silk boxer shorts with dirty sponge bob houseshoes to match. Another had her purple do-rag on her head. I ask again....why? Keep that attire at the house folks.
The couple standing behind me had quite the entertaining conversation regarding a petro and the time spent in Wal-Mart.
Her: You spend way more on gas than I do for the truck
Him: No I don’t.
Her: Yes you do, you use the air conditioning and everything while you’re in there. I ride around with the air off and the windows down. If it were up to me we wouldn’t even have air in the truck. You're wasting gas.
Me: *tries not to crack up laughing*
Him: I still don’t use that much gas
Her: We have been in this store 3 hours….I wish they would hurry the hell up so we can go.
Me: *crickets*
A woman standing in line with her oh so cute little boy in the cart feeding him mini chocolate chip cookies. She keeps opening the little container to give him his treat. I found this a bit strange seeing as he already had a fist full of cookies in his other hand....go figure.
Now I see why my grandmother would like to sit and people watch. You really do see and hear some crazy stuff. lol
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
COMA
So I was up late last night watching a documentary called "Coma" http://www.hbo.com/docs/programs/coma/index.html. It follows four coma victims who had awakened from their comatose state and their families as they dealt with their life changing circumstance. There was Quan, a 26 year old black male who had been in a car accident 8 wks prior. Roxy, a 19 year white female who had also been in a car accident about the same amount of time before. Tom, a 32 year white male fell and hit his head. I forget what he hit his head on. Rounding out the four was Shawn, a white male in his late teens/early twenties who had gone to study abroad in Europe who was assaulted and thrown over a bridge.
Each families story was heartwrenching and honestly painful (for me) to watch. I cried a lot and already knew that my eyes would be bloodshot red this morning after waking up. One thing that really got to me was when Shawn's brother and mother came to visit him. His brother was talking and telling him what had been going on in his life. All of a sudden Shawn started having somewhat strange behavior. His face was a little red, he was blinking his eyes heavily while rocking back and forth a bit. His mother thought that he had something in his eye. She gently removed his glasses, covered his eyes with her hands and tells him to relax. As she removes her hand and sits down, you see the camera pan a little closer to his face and see that one tear roll down from his eye. That's when you knew that Shawn was there and really experienced his sadness and his pain. I felt it through the screen and I cried with and for Shawn because even though I can only imagine what it is like daily for him.....I just really don't know.
Watching this documentary made me think a lot more about life and my existence in this world. This could have just as easily been me or could be. I hate to come across so morbid but it is what it is. Having that thought also made me wonder what I would want in that situation. I have always told my loved ones that if placed in that predicament with me (especially at the stage where these people were at) to please let me go. Watching the "doc" only confirmed the mindset that I have. IMO, it pretty much guarantees no quality of life for me or them. I would rather they let me go so they could heal and remember me during my good days instead of having a constant reminder of what I had become.
I don't know.....it's a hard life lesson to learn. I know there's a lot more to this issue than meets the eye. This is just my two cents and how I feel.
Each families story was heartwrenching and honestly painful (for me) to watch. I cried a lot and already knew that my eyes would be bloodshot red this morning after waking up. One thing that really got to me was when Shawn's brother and mother came to visit him. His brother was talking and telling him what had been going on in his life. All of a sudden Shawn started having somewhat strange behavior. His face was a little red, he was blinking his eyes heavily while rocking back and forth a bit. His mother thought that he had something in his eye. She gently removed his glasses, covered his eyes with her hands and tells him to relax. As she removes her hand and sits down, you see the camera pan a little closer to his face and see that one tear roll down from his eye. That's when you knew that Shawn was there and really experienced his sadness and his pain. I felt it through the screen and I cried with and for Shawn because even though I can only imagine what it is like daily for him.....I just really don't know.
Watching this documentary made me think a lot more about life and my existence in this world. This could have just as easily been me or could be. I hate to come across so morbid but it is what it is. Having that thought also made me wonder what I would want in that situation. I have always told my loved ones that if placed in that predicament with me (especially at the stage where these people were at) to please let me go. Watching the "doc" only confirmed the mindset that I have. IMO, it pretty much guarantees no quality of life for me or them. I would rather they let me go so they could heal and remember me during my good days instead of having a constant reminder of what I had become.
I don't know.....it's a hard life lesson to learn. I know there's a lot more to this issue than meets the eye. This is just my two cents and how I feel.
Monday, July 09, 2007
Damn Bambi!
After reading a post by LaBella Noire ( http://labellanoire.blogspot.com/2007/07/homefront.html) about her highway travels from hell this past weekend, it made me think about some of my less than stellar experiences on the road.
I know you all have been there before...riding along the freeway and then you see it. A gleam that catches your eye off to the side of the road but you are not quite sure what it is. After a quick second glance, you notice that gleam is the twinkle of an eye from one of lifes beautiful creatures......a deer. Now not only do you notice the deer you make the connection that a few of it's crew from the friends and family network has joined in the midnight rendevous. Now if you are anything like me, your next thought after making the connection is let me get the hell away from these things before they decide they want to take it to the streets and hit my car. Little did I know that I would be afforded the opportunity to get up close and personal with one.
Almost every year since 1999, I have gone to Nashville, TN to party it up with my BFF for TSU's homecoming. Picture it, AR, USA November 2005. Another friend and I were traveling on I-40 en route to Nashville to make the trip. While passing through Forrest City ( a town about half way in between Little Rock and Memphis) Bambi decides she had had enough of this cold cruel world and inadvertently takes her own life. As I was passing an eighteen wheeler, the deer darts out in front of our car. I am trying desperately not to freak out while trying to remember to breathe and keep the car on the road at the same time. Just as quickly as the deer was in front of our car she darts over in front of the big truck and meets her untimely demise. That truck knocked the hell out of that animal. She slid back in front of the car and right over to the grassy area where she came from. Damn Bambi! Oh well, you did it to yourself. lol
In Memory of Forrest City Bambi
Sunrise-?
Sunset- November 2005
I know you all have been there before...riding along the freeway and then you see it. A gleam that catches your eye off to the side of the road but you are not quite sure what it is. After a quick second glance, you notice that gleam is the twinkle of an eye from one of lifes beautiful creatures......a deer. Now not only do you notice the deer you make the connection that a few of it's crew from the friends and family network has joined in the midnight rendevous. Now if you are anything like me, your next thought after making the connection is let me get the hell away from these things before they decide they want to take it to the streets and hit my car. Little did I know that I would be afforded the opportunity to get up close and personal with one.
Almost every year since 1999, I have gone to Nashville, TN to party it up with my BFF for TSU's homecoming. Picture it, AR, USA November 2005. Another friend and I were traveling on I-40 en route to Nashville to make the trip. While passing through Forrest City ( a town about half way in between Little Rock and Memphis) Bambi decides she had had enough of this cold cruel world and inadvertently takes her own life. As I was passing an eighteen wheeler, the deer darts out in front of our car. I am trying desperately not to freak out while trying to remember to breathe and keep the car on the road at the same time. Just as quickly as the deer was in front of our car she darts over in front of the big truck and meets her untimely demise. That truck knocked the hell out of that animal. She slid back in front of the car and right over to the grassy area where she came from. Damn Bambi! Oh well, you did it to yourself. lol
In Memory of Forrest City Bambi
Sunrise-?
Sunset- November 2005
Friday, July 06, 2007
Funky Friday
In my opinion, this was the greatest video ever made during my lifetime. I can still visualize trying to learn the dance steps while watching the floor model t.v. in the den. I know ya'll remember those t.v.'s. We've still got one in the family at my grandmother's house.
This song makes me move at least two body parts while it's playing (cause ummm one just won't do). Ooooooooo and don't let me be in the car and hear this.......it.is.on! Folks pop, lock, and droppin it can't even hold a candle to me when this joint comes on.
Hope ya'll enjoy this throwback. Happy Funky Friday!
Thursday, July 05, 2007
The Day After...
So our holiday was pretty uneventful. We laid around the house during the morning then went to catch Transformers. Ya'll this movie is GOOD!! I am so ready to watch it again. My boyfriend says he got bored, didn't like all the human interaction and prefers the cartoon. Ummmm, yeah whatever, he's wierd....take it from me and go see this movie! My favorite part was when Bumblebee upgraded his look. Now that was hot!
Let's see what else.....we, scratch that, HE put a couple of steaks and hot dogs on the grill. I helped make the baked beans (translation, made sure they didn't burn while he checked on the food that was grilling), tore open a bag of salad, and purchased a nice little carton of cole slaw from the grocery store. Sue me, I'm lazy...lol. Later on we went out to watch fireworks. I think our dog Cochise was more entertained with it than I was. I was too busy looking around being nosey trying to see what I could see, which wasn't much at all. In any case, it was a nice day just to hang out.....even if it was on a freakin Wednesday.
Let's see what else.....we, scratch that, HE put a couple of steaks and hot dogs on the grill. I helped make the baked beans (translation, made sure they didn't burn while he checked on the food that was grilling), tore open a bag of salad, and purchased a nice little carton of cole slaw from the grocery store. Sue me, I'm lazy...lol. Later on we went out to watch fireworks. I think our dog Cochise was more entertained with it than I was. I was too busy looking around being nosey trying to see what I could see, which wasn't much at all. In any case, it was a nice day just to hang out.....even if it was on a freakin Wednesday.
Oh by the way, up above is our "son" Cochise (a lab-rotweiller mix). Believe me when I tell you he is 82 lbs. of nothing but energy. The picture is one of many Christmas pic's I took of him with those ridiculous reindeer ears I bought from Wally World. I need to find another pic so you all can see just how beautiful a creature he really is.
Gotta run I hear the ice cream man outside.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Cause I'm a Woman..W-O-M-A-N
.....I'll say it again. Okay not really, but I had to get ya'll hyped just a little.
So as you can see from yesterday's post, AR Gal was just NOT having a good day. Well, I decided to take control of my situation and get 'er done. I surfed on the net looking for ways to find radio codes for vehicles. Lucky for me and you guys as well, I found http://www.radio-code.com/. It's a site that helps you find radio unlock codes for your vehicle if you should find yourself in the situation I was in. As I was instructed yesterday by Service Man (and now by this website), you would actually have to take the radio out to find the info to get the code. *sigh* The site also informed me that and I quote, "We do not support the removal of your audio system, However, if you require assistance, try link bellow: " http://www.carstereohelp.com/. After finding my make and model I was also none to pleased to find out that I would have to pay $3.99 to find out how to do it. Whatever, let's go.
***Sidenote: My boyfriend did offer to do it but he was skeptical since and I quote: "Babe you know will cuss me out if I break something in your car." Damn straight....that's why I opted to go ahead and do it myself.*****
I get the instructions and it looks easy as hell ya'll....I kid you not. It took a little while for me to get the cover over the radio and temp. controls off but after that it was smooth sailing. I did have one mishap. I lost the screw that held the frame together for the radio and temp. controls......whatever I'll get another later if I can't find it. Besides once I put the radio back in the grooves that helps keep in place along with putting the cover over it....it only moves a little if you touch it. lol So I pull the radio out enough where I could see (with the assistance of a flashlight) and wrote down every number series that was on that sucka.....okay!!!
So this morning, I phone the LR Mitsibushi place back. The service man looks up my serial # and also has to use a MR# I wrote down because there is one other radio with the same serial # as mine. He gives me the code, talks me through programming it in and voila........WE HAVE SOUND!!! YAY!!!!! I feel a bit of justification seeing as I avoided being ripped off by doing it myself as opposed to having someone else do something that only required a bit of elbow grease and a $3.99 payment to paypal.
I hope you guys have a wonderful Fourth of July. Be safe!
So as you can see from yesterday's post, AR Gal was just NOT having a good day. Well, I decided to take control of my situation and get 'er done. I surfed on the net looking for ways to find radio codes for vehicles. Lucky for me and you guys as well, I found http://www.radio-code.com/. It's a site that helps you find radio unlock codes for your vehicle if you should find yourself in the situation I was in. As I was instructed yesterday by Service Man (and now by this website), you would actually have to take the radio out to find the info to get the code. *sigh* The site also informed me that and I quote, "We do not support the removal of your audio system, However, if you require assistance, try link bellow: " http://www.carstereohelp.com/. After finding my make and model I was also none to pleased to find out that I would have to pay $3.99 to find out how to do it. Whatever, let's go.
***Sidenote: My boyfriend did offer to do it but he was skeptical since and I quote: "Babe you know will cuss me out if I break something in your car." Damn straight....that's why I opted to go ahead and do it myself.*****
I get the instructions and it looks easy as hell ya'll....I kid you not. It took a little while for me to get the cover over the radio and temp. controls off but after that it was smooth sailing. I did have one mishap. I lost the screw that held the frame together for the radio and temp. controls......whatever I'll get another later if I can't find it. Besides once I put the radio back in the grooves that helps keep in place along with putting the cover over it....it only moves a little if you touch it. lol So I pull the radio out enough where I could see (with the assistance of a flashlight) and wrote down every number series that was on that sucka.....okay!!!
So this morning, I phone the LR Mitsibushi place back. The service man looks up my serial # and also has to use a MR# I wrote down because there is one other radio with the same serial # as mine. He gives me the code, talks me through programming it in and voila........WE HAVE SOUND!!! YAY!!!!! I feel a bit of justification seeing as I avoided being ripped off by doing it myself as opposed to having someone else do something that only required a bit of elbow grease and a $3.99 payment to paypal.
I hope you guys have a wonderful Fourth of July. Be safe!
Monday, July 02, 2007
Bad Mood Dude
I swear Monday's are becoming my worst enemy. I wake up this morning to find that my car's battery breathed its last breath and will not start. I get a jump and off to the car part store we go to get a replacement battery. The guy at the store puts the battery in and offers to test the alternator to make sure it's in good shape. Since it's a free service I figure why not. Once he completes his test he informs my boyfriend and I that, of course, I have a bad alternator.....yeah like I didn't see that one coming. He then proceeds to tell us to take the car to someone else to get a second opinion just in case his equipment is bad. Ummmmm, okay why in the hell are ya'll using possible default equipment????? Whatever....I'll deal with it later because I am just not in the mood right now.
After we get back in the car, I turn on the radio and quickly realize (ie remember) that I need a code to re-activate it. No biggie, it's in the glove compartment right.....WRONG! The code that I received from the car dealer the last time I had my battery replaced WAS in the glove compartment on a sticky note on top of my owner's manual. I'm assuming Casper and his friends have been lurking in my car because of course I cannot find that little yellow sticky note anywhere in there. *insert growl here* After telling myself to remain calm, I realize that I can call the dealership and just have them give it to me over the phone like they did the last time........WRONG!!!! The dealer where I purchased my car from no longer sells Mitsubishi's and no longer has any records on previously purchased vehicles (WTF???) but I can try calling the other Mit. dealer across town to see if they can look it up by my VIN. Mmmmmmkay...... I call and had the pleasure of speaking with a delightful "witch" who abruptly informed me of all the tests they would have to do and it would cost $90 to do so. No thank you *click* Did I mention the dealer where I purchased my vehicle from is in Memphis and I'm about 2 1/2 hours away from there. I try calling back the original dealer and ask to speak with someone in parts and service just to see if I can get someone else who may be able to pull some strings. Well, the guy did try and look up my name in the computer to see if he could find anything but to no avail my record had been deleted since they no longer dealt with Mitsubishi's.
After sitting on my couch looking half-assed crazy for about a good 5 minutes I decide to call the dealer in Little Rock to see what they can do. Here's how that convo went down
Dealer: Good morning LR Mitsubishi
Me: Parts and service please
Dealer: Will that be parts or service?
Me: Huh
Dealer: Parts OR service ma'am
Me: Let's try service
Service Man: Service
Me: I just got my battery changed...blah blah blah.....I need a radio code....blah blah blah
Service Man: There's a serial # on top of your radio. Once you get that radio out and get that number I can get the code for you
Me: Silence
Service Man: Hello?
Me: Yes, I'm here. Since I have no clue how to do that how much will that be?
Service Man: $37.99 not including tax
Me: Okay thanks.
So I will be making a trip to LR sometime this week to get that resolved only if my boyfriend cannot accomplish the task of getting the radio out for me. Until then....I shall ride in silence with only my thoughts. *insert eye roll here*
After we get back in the car, I turn on the radio and quickly realize (ie remember) that I need a code to re-activate it. No biggie, it's in the glove compartment right.....WRONG! The code that I received from the car dealer the last time I had my battery replaced WAS in the glove compartment on a sticky note on top of my owner's manual. I'm assuming Casper and his friends have been lurking in my car because of course I cannot find that little yellow sticky note anywhere in there. *insert growl here* After telling myself to remain calm, I realize that I can call the dealership and just have them give it to me over the phone like they did the last time........WRONG!!!! The dealer where I purchased my car from no longer sells Mitsubishi's and no longer has any records on previously purchased vehicles (WTF???) but I can try calling the other Mit. dealer across town to see if they can look it up by my VIN. Mmmmmmkay...... I call and had the pleasure of speaking with a delightful "witch" who abruptly informed me of all the tests they would have to do and it would cost $90 to do so. No thank you *click* Did I mention the dealer where I purchased my vehicle from is in Memphis and I'm about 2 1/2 hours away from there. I try calling back the original dealer and ask to speak with someone in parts and service just to see if I can get someone else who may be able to pull some strings. Well, the guy did try and look up my name in the computer to see if he could find anything but to no avail my record had been deleted since they no longer dealt with Mitsubishi's.
After sitting on my couch looking half-assed crazy for about a good 5 minutes I decide to call the dealer in Little Rock to see what they can do. Here's how that convo went down
Dealer: Good morning LR Mitsubishi
Me: Parts and service please
Dealer: Will that be parts or service?
Me: Huh
Dealer: Parts OR service ma'am
Me: Let's try service
Service Man: Service
Me: I just got my battery changed...blah blah blah.....I need a radio code....blah blah blah
Service Man: There's a serial # on top of your radio. Once you get that radio out and get that number I can get the code for you
Me: Silence
Service Man: Hello?
Me: Yes, I'm here. Since I have no clue how to do that how much will that be?
Service Man: $37.99 not including tax
Me: Okay thanks.
So I will be making a trip to LR sometime this week to get that resolved only if my boyfriend cannot accomplish the task of getting the radio out for me. Until then....I shall ride in silence with only my thoughts. *insert eye roll here*
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