Happy The-Day_After-St-Pat's Day!!! Well, I can assure you that I did not partake in any beer o'green. The temptation was there, but I resisted. Yes, tators I do have will power, except when it comes to shoes, and well LV's!!!
Speaking of shoes...
Right now I can only wear my Ugg boots and a pair of sneakers with a giant hole cut in the side of it (NOTE: These are called air condition shoes; term created by my foot doctor). I had an operation on my pinky remove bone spurs and to straighten it out. I am so jonesin to wear my new strappy wedges, but they will have to wait until the swelling goes down.
Also...
I am supposed to not run for another week or two. But, your girl was B-A-D!!! On Sunday, there was a 5k race that I signed up for WAY before I knew I would have to have my operation. My intention was to walk the 5k because I was craving aerobic exercise. But, when I got there, I got so caught up in the moment; the crowd, the music, the free green beads since it was a St. Patty Day themed race. Up until seconds before the gun sounded, I was still going to walk.
And then...
BANG! And it was as if my feet took over, for they did not walk; they ran! I was running and thought, "I really should not be doing this!" But, I was a naughty girl and did. And it felt so good to be bad!
Now...
My time totally sucked but I did not care. I RAN!!!! It was the first time in three weeks. I swore to myself that I was not going to tell anyone because I knew I would get a lecture.
However...
When Carl-E got home from his trip, he asked me about the race. And, well, catholic guilt got to me and I blurted out that I ran the race. Well, did I get a tongue lashin from him. I just stood there with my head down, but I did have a smile across my face!!!!
And I am out...
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
4 March: To Be Continued....
Well tators, you girl has been MIA, because I had an operation on my little pinky toe (NOTE: Right foot). I had to have naughty bone spurs removed. I came through it with flying colors, but now I have stitches and cannot run for a couple of weeks; boo-hoo for moi!!! I am so antsy is is crazy, I cannot clean my casa one more time!!!
Anywho...
Let me continue my story about my courage cruise...
So, we dock at Cozumel and get ready to hit the Tulme ruins. They are truly fabu and there are these glorious iguanas everywhere. I so wanted to take one home, but I think customs would have a different idea and I do not think Sophie would want one in the cabin.
After...
The ruins we decide to partake in the dollar Cornas and some local yummy-yums. While we were waiting for our nosh, we heard "Some one help me" We sprung from our table and Sophie jumped into action. The man at the table next to us was having a heat attach. She quickly assessed the situation and started barking orders like a general. She had all of us doin various stuffs to help save this man. And we did!!! The ambulance came and took him to the hospital and we earned one more gold star to get into those pearly gates.
So...
we were emotional spent from the occurrence that we could not eat our food, so we took our adult beverages to go and went shopping. But, we had to get back to the boat. See, where we got off the boat was not were we were returned after the ruins tour. And no one from the boat could tell us what time we had to be back, so we were racing against the clock to get our little treasures and get our asses back on the boat. After a cab ride, we found the boat and got back on safe and sound.
Well...
The rest of the trip was fantastic, and I had a blast. I cannot wait until Las Vegas next year; it will never be the same!!!
And I am off to gimp around!
Later!!!
Anywho...
Let me continue my story about my courage cruise...
So, we dock at Cozumel and get ready to hit the Tulme ruins. They are truly fabu and there are these glorious iguanas everywhere. I so wanted to take one home, but I think customs would have a different idea and I do not think Sophie would want one in the cabin.
After...
The ruins we decide to partake in the dollar Cornas and some local yummy-yums. While we were waiting for our nosh, we heard "Some one help me" We sprung from our table and Sophie jumped into action. The man at the table next to us was having a heat attach. She quickly assessed the situation and started barking orders like a general. She had all of us doin various stuffs to help save this man. And we did!!! The ambulance came and took him to the hospital and we earned one more gold star to get into those pearly gates.
So...
we were emotional spent from the occurrence that we could not eat our food, so we took our adult beverages to go and went shopping. But, we had to get back to the boat. See, where we got off the boat was not were we were returned after the ruins tour. And no one from the boat could tell us what time we had to be back, so we were racing against the clock to get our little treasures and get our asses back on the boat. After a cab ride, we found the boat and got back on safe and sound.
Well...
The rest of the trip was fantastic, and I had a blast. I cannot wait until Las Vegas next year; it will never be the same!!!
And I am off to gimp around!
Later!!!
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
16 Feb: And the First Day There Was...
Hola, toators! I am back from my second Theta Cougar Cruise. And all I have to say that a fun-tastico time was had by all. However, the cruise almost did not happen because of Mother Nature. She was havin herself a tizzy for some reason and snowed all over the Northeast. This, my little amigos, was not good because all my sister live there! My phone and email was blowin up more than a hot chick after a Saturday night at a bar. My sistas needed to get out, but how???
So...
New arrangements were made and everyone except for one sista made the cruise. She was snowed in DC. One sista had to fly from NYC to Ft. Lauderdale, take a shuttle to Miami, and then fly over to Tampa. I tell ya that nothin can stop a Theta when she needs to do something, well except maybe lots of snow...
We...
boarded the boat and headed straight to the bar. We used our womanly charms to work free drinks and then headed to our cabins to unpack and get ready to part-thay!!! The first day was full of laughter and fun!
The next day...
was a day at sea. My sista Carla was a judge at for the sexy legs contest, and boy did she get down and funky with every contestant. I tell you she can shake her grove thang!!! In addition to the sexy legs contest, she and Sabrina played corn hole (NOTE: It is a bean bag game), and totally entertained the boat with their goofy antics. No one can say that us Thetas do not bring the par-thay!! Sophie and I hung back an took incriminating photos (NOTE: These may NEVER surface).
But that night...
the seas were a tad bit rough and everyone was dropin like flies. My poor sistas were greener than a Benjamin and your girl was the only one that did not fall ill to the likes of the sea or the brown drink (NOTE: That's Captian to you). Instead of booze a flowin, the Dramanie was being downed followed by numerious shots of H2O and crackers.
Luckly...
The next day was on land and we had a full day of ruins and shoppin.
Stay tunned...
Find out what happens at the Mexican restuant, where the boat went and why roulett is the game!!
Later!!!
So...
New arrangements were made and everyone except for one sista made the cruise. She was snowed in DC. One sista had to fly from NYC to Ft. Lauderdale, take a shuttle to Miami, and then fly over to Tampa. I tell ya that nothin can stop a Theta when she needs to do something, well except maybe lots of snow...
We...
boarded the boat and headed straight to the bar. We used our womanly charms to work free drinks and then headed to our cabins to unpack and get ready to part-thay!!! The first day was full of laughter and fun!
The next day...
was a day at sea. My sista Carla was a judge at for the sexy legs contest, and boy did she get down and funky with every contestant. I tell you she can shake her grove thang!!! In addition to the sexy legs contest, she and Sabrina played corn hole (NOTE: It is a bean bag game), and totally entertained the boat with their goofy antics. No one can say that us Thetas do not bring the par-thay!! Sophie and I hung back an took incriminating photos (NOTE: These may NEVER surface).
But that night...
the seas were a tad bit rough and everyone was dropin like flies. My poor sistas were greener than a Benjamin and your girl was the only one that did not fall ill to the likes of the sea or the brown drink (NOTE: That's Captian to you). Instead of booze a flowin, the Dramanie was being downed followed by numerious shots of H2O and crackers.
Luckly...
The next day was on land and we had a full day of ruins and shoppin.
Stay tunned...
Find out what happens at the Mexican restuant, where the boat went and why roulett is the game!!
Later!!!
Saturday, February 6, 2010
6 Feb: This, That, and The Other
Howdy, tators! Well, as usual my week was anything but boring. So, let's dive right in, shall we?!
- I am going on my annual cruise with my lovely sisters of Theta Beta Gamma to Mexico; the land that gave us salsa and Corna! So, in order to go on this trip, your girl needed a new ensamble; which includes swim attire. Now, my teeny-weeny bikini days are long gone. But, I am not ready for the granny panties either! So, I settled on a swim skirt with a halter top and a fabu caftan to use while I am lounging in the sun. BUT, when my suit can in it was not a suit at all but two pairs of 4t jeans! Now, I now I am petite, but come on! So, your girl had to spring in A-C-T-I-O-N and re-order everything and have it over nighted. Let's hope that I do not get more jeans. (NOTE: NO, I did not call and complain yet, I am saving that bit of Jersey-ness for Monday!)
- Carl-E's SUV is being fixed because we hit a rouge piece of drywall on the highway. So, he had a loaner, for a few days but needed to trade it in for a rental car (NOTE: I do not know why they just could not let us have the loaner for the whole time, something to do about policy). Well, Carl-E announces that I have to take the loaner back because he has a meeting. Now, this caused me to cancel my workout session; boo-hoo! But, being the fabu wife that I am I took the loaner back and then got the rental. And then, it hit me like a ton of bricks...Carl-E's work is 2, count them 2 minutes from the dealership, so why could he take the loaner back during lunch??? Well, being the not-so-smart-at-that-moment-person I figured out that he did not want to drive the rental!!! So, now I am stuck with a G6. It is a hoot, because it is so big I can barley see down the hood. Oh, well everyone look out!
And I am outta here!!!
- I am going on my annual cruise with my lovely sisters of Theta Beta Gamma to Mexico; the land that gave us salsa and Corna! So, in order to go on this trip, your girl needed a new ensamble; which includes swim attire. Now, my teeny-weeny bikini days are long gone. But, I am not ready for the granny panties either! So, I settled on a swim skirt with a halter top and a fabu caftan to use while I am lounging in the sun. BUT, when my suit can in it was not a suit at all but two pairs of 4t jeans! Now, I now I am petite, but come on! So, your girl had to spring in A-C-T-I-O-N and re-order everything and have it over nighted. Let's hope that I do not get more jeans. (NOTE: NO, I did not call and complain yet, I am saving that bit of Jersey-ness for Monday!)
- Carl-E's SUV is being fixed because we hit a rouge piece of drywall on the highway. So, he had a loaner, for a few days but needed to trade it in for a rental car (NOTE: I do not know why they just could not let us have the loaner for the whole time, something to do about policy). Well, Carl-E announces that I have to take the loaner back because he has a meeting. Now, this caused me to cancel my workout session; boo-hoo! But, being the fabu wife that I am I took the loaner back and then got the rental. And then, it hit me like a ton of bricks...Carl-E's work is 2, count them 2 minutes from the dealership, so why could he take the loaner back during lunch??? Well, being the not-so-smart-at-that-moment-person I figured out that he did not want to drive the rental!!! So, now I am stuck with a G6. It is a hoot, because it is so big I can barley see down the hood. Oh, well everyone look out!
And I am outta here!!!
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
19 Jan: Bagels and Bull-Shite!!!
Good day, tators! Well, I think that I am living in a dream...It is 60 fabu degrees, the sun is a shinning is warm goodness, and the birdies are a singing a sweet song. Yesterday, I was driving with my windows down in my car and enjoying every minute of it. However, I am sure the nightmare of gloomy Hot-Lanta winter weather is going to return, oh too soon.
Anywho...
Let's continue the story of Mad Marj's visit. Well, the next day I got up early and decided that I was going to tire HER out so SHE could not start any trouble. And, because my trainer killed me at the gym on Wednesday and running was not an option because everything from my waist down was in total achy pain, I made of up my mind that I would take HER for a very long walk; 3.1 miles.
Well...
the walk was successful; and SHE was pooped the rest of the day. All SHE really wanted to do was watch her soaps and talk on the phone to HER ex-husband that still lives with her (NOTE: Do not even ask!). So, I rinsed and repeated the whole walk thing the next day (NOTE: I still could not run because I still could not feel my lower limbs!). And it worked again!!! All my mortal life I searched for the secrete to wearing HER out so SHE could not bee-otch and all I had to do was walk her like a dog. Who knew?!
But...
Saturday, I was ready to run, barley, and SHE dug HER heals in and refused to walk anymore. So, Carl-E and I went for a run, and after that we decide to pick up breakfast.
And this is where everything fell apart...
I called HER up to ask HER what SHE wanted for breakfast. To which SHE replied a well done plain bagel. Now, from experience I know that SHE likes HER bagels practically charred. However, I also know from my travels that Einstien's does not make any bagel well done. I tried to explain to HER that HER bagel would not be well done. "Not Well Done" must of been the magic phrase because SHE flipped. "I WANT A WELL DONE BAGEL!!!" I tried to calm HER down, but if did not work, she just kept going on and on about how SHE knows that they have well done bagels, etc. etc. etc. I held the phone away from my ear so that Carl-E could partake in the ass-chewing I was receiving. Why should I have all the fun, right?!
So...
When we get to the shop, there was not a nearly well done bagel to be found. When we got home, the shee-ite hit the fan. SHE started yelling about how I did not try to get HER a well done bagel, and that I am disrespectful to HER, and blah, blah, blah!!! I just stood there and thought "What the fudge?!" And then, Carl-E stepped in and told HER that we did our best and SHE piped down. There is a God!!!
The plan...
for HER last day was to go to the movies. While at the movies (NOTE: DO not see Sherlock Holmes; it sucked), SHE huffed and puffed through the whole movie (NOTE: Due to these noises I just knew the bagel issue was not dead). When we get home, SHE brings the whole bagel issue up again, and then that leads into HER dragging up things from the past, such as how I could not wait to leave home as soon as I turned 18 (NOTE: True), and how I really did not want to see HER (NOTE: Kind of true) and so on and so forth. I just sat there slack jawed, and then my blood began to boil. Carl-E must of sensed something was going to go down because he tapped HER on the shoulder and told HER to calm down. SHE stopped talking but SHE continued to glare at me with rage in HER eyes!
The...
rest of the night I was quiet because every time I went to open my mouth Carl-E shot me a look as to say, "Do not go there!" SHE was pretty quiet too, except when she was gabbing to HER ex-husband (NOTE: They talk at least 8 times a day, and about what; who knows?!).
Next Morning...
SHE left really early, too early to start in again; at least I thought. As SHE was leaving SHE turned to me and said, "I know they have well done bagels!," and got in HER car. Damn HER for getting the last word!!!
Stick a fork in me because I am DONE!!!
Anywho...
Let's continue the story of Mad Marj's visit. Well, the next day I got up early and decided that I was going to tire HER out so SHE could not start any trouble. And, because my trainer killed me at the gym on Wednesday and running was not an option because everything from my waist down was in total achy pain, I made of up my mind that I would take HER for a very long walk; 3.1 miles.
Well...
the walk was successful; and SHE was pooped the rest of the day. All SHE really wanted to do was watch her soaps and talk on the phone to HER ex-husband that still lives with her (NOTE: Do not even ask!). So, I rinsed and repeated the whole walk thing the next day (NOTE: I still could not run because I still could not feel my lower limbs!). And it worked again!!! All my mortal life I searched for the secrete to wearing HER out so SHE could not bee-otch and all I had to do was walk her like a dog. Who knew?!
But...
Saturday, I was ready to run, barley, and SHE dug HER heals in and refused to walk anymore. So, Carl-E and I went for a run, and after that we decide to pick up breakfast.
And this is where everything fell apart...
I called HER up to ask HER what SHE wanted for breakfast. To which SHE replied a well done plain bagel. Now, from experience I know that SHE likes HER bagels practically charred. However, I also know from my travels that Einstien's does not make any bagel well done. I tried to explain to HER that HER bagel would not be well done. "Not Well Done" must of been the magic phrase because SHE flipped. "I WANT A WELL DONE BAGEL!!!" I tried to calm HER down, but if did not work, she just kept going on and on about how SHE knows that they have well done bagels, etc. etc. etc. I held the phone away from my ear so that Carl-E could partake in the ass-chewing I was receiving. Why should I have all the fun, right?!
So...
When we get to the shop, there was not a nearly well done bagel to be found. When we got home, the shee-ite hit the fan. SHE started yelling about how I did not try to get HER a well done bagel, and that I am disrespectful to HER, and blah, blah, blah!!! I just stood there and thought "What the fudge?!" And then, Carl-E stepped in and told HER that we did our best and SHE piped down. There is a God!!!
The plan...
for HER last day was to go to the movies. While at the movies (NOTE: DO not see Sherlock Holmes; it sucked), SHE huffed and puffed through the whole movie (NOTE: Due to these noises I just knew the bagel issue was not dead). When we get home, SHE brings the whole bagel issue up again, and then that leads into HER dragging up things from the past, such as how I could not wait to leave home as soon as I turned 18 (NOTE: True), and how I really did not want to see HER (NOTE: Kind of true) and so on and so forth. I just sat there slack jawed, and then my blood began to boil. Carl-E must of sensed something was going to go down because he tapped HER on the shoulder and told HER to calm down. SHE stopped talking but SHE continued to glare at me with rage in HER eyes!
The...
rest of the night I was quiet because every time I went to open my mouth Carl-E shot me a look as to say, "Do not go there!" SHE was pretty quiet too, except when she was gabbing to HER ex-husband (NOTE: They talk at least 8 times a day, and about what; who knows?!).
Next Morning...
SHE left really early, too early to start in again; at least I thought. As SHE was leaving SHE turned to me and said, "I know they have well done bagels!," and got in HER car. Damn HER for getting the last word!!!
Stick a fork in me because I am DONE!!!
Sunday, January 17, 2010
17 Jan: Only The Strong Survive!!!!
Bon Jour mes tators!!! Well it is Sunday, And I am proud to announce that your girl survived the visit of Mad Marj. There was a few shaky moments that I thought that my time on this mortal coil was over. However, I looked deep into my inner self and summoned the power to prevail; GO ME!!!
So...
Mad Marj arrived in a whirl-wind of furry and suitcases late Wednesday night. Why was SHE in such a tizzy? Because SHE got lost coming to moi casa.
Let's jump in our time machines; no pushing or shoving please...
Mad Marj was supposed to arrived around 8pm. Carl-E was not feeling too hot, so he took an Ambine and was off to La-La Land before the big hand was on the 8. So, this left me alone to face HER.
Well...
I was waiting, and waiting and waiting for HER to arrive. But the later it got, the more sleep-weepy I got; the eyes started to slowly close and the mouth began to go slack. And then my BlackCherry rang; when I looked at the time it was close to 10!!!
I...
answered my BlackCherry with a raspy, "Hello" and the response I received was "I AM LOST AND YOU DO NOT EVEN CARE BECAUSE YOU DID NOT CALL!!!" (Note: I used all caps to emphasise the wailing that was coming through the phone and slamming into my little precious ears). I apologized and said I would guide HER to my house.
However...
SHE could not tell me the major highway SHE just got off of. Now, tators, there are only two that SHE could of got off of; 400 and 85. But, in HER fantasy of madness, all SHE could keep yelling was how lost SHE was. I tried to calm HER down, but that fell on deaf ears.
Finally...
After 20 minutes of HER driving in circles (I assume), I finally got HER to pull over and describe to me what SHE saw. All SHE could get out is "I AM DOWNTOWN; THERE ARE BIG BUILDINGS EVERYWHERE!!!" I assured HER, the SHE was not downtown, but what the hell do I know, I only live in Hot-Lanta. After another 10 minutes of describing HER surroundings, my Spidey sense kicked in and I used the power of deductive reasoning to conclued HER location, because I am smart like that, ya know?!
Then...
When SHE finally recognized her surroundings, SHE got off the phone. I breathed a sigh of relief because I thought the crisis was over. WRONG!!! When SHE finally arrived, SHE was whipped in to a tail spin; ranting and raving about the traffic, the long ride (NOTE: Did I forget to mention that SHE drove by HERSELF from NJ?), and everything thing in between. I tried to tell her that Carl-E was asleep and to lower HER voice, but that did not work. However, my husband was out like a drunk after 8 bottles of vodk aand could not be woken by any sound, no matter how earthshaking it was. To be honest, I just could not take the screaching anymore.
Next...
I grabbed HER bags and brought them upstairs. Then I gently nudged HER up the stairs to HER room and said, I'll see ya in the morning." And then, I high tailed it to my room to get much needed quiet.
Next time...
The bagel that just would not die.
Holla at your girl!!!
Later fo' sho'
So...
Mad Marj arrived in a whirl-wind of furry and suitcases late Wednesday night. Why was SHE in such a tizzy? Because SHE got lost coming to moi casa.
Let's jump in our time machines; no pushing or shoving please...
Mad Marj was supposed to arrived around 8pm. Carl-E was not feeling too hot, so he took an Ambine and was off to La-La Land before the big hand was on the 8. So, this left me alone to face HER.
Well...
I was waiting, and waiting and waiting for HER to arrive. But the later it got, the more sleep-weepy I got; the eyes started to slowly close and the mouth began to go slack. And then my BlackCherry rang; when I looked at the time it was close to 10!!!
I...
answered my BlackCherry with a raspy, "Hello" and the response I received was "I AM LOST AND YOU DO NOT EVEN CARE BECAUSE YOU DID NOT CALL!!!" (Note: I used all caps to emphasise the wailing that was coming through the phone and slamming into my little precious ears). I apologized and said I would guide HER to my house.
However...
SHE could not tell me the major highway SHE just got off of. Now, tators, there are only two that SHE could of got off of; 400 and 85. But, in HER fantasy of madness, all SHE could keep yelling was how lost SHE was. I tried to calm HER down, but that fell on deaf ears.
Finally...
After 20 minutes of HER driving in circles (I assume), I finally got HER to pull over and describe to me what SHE saw. All SHE could get out is "I AM DOWNTOWN; THERE ARE BIG BUILDINGS EVERYWHERE!!!" I assured HER, the SHE was not downtown, but what the hell do I know, I only live in Hot-Lanta. After another 10 minutes of describing HER surroundings, my Spidey sense kicked in and I used the power of deductive reasoning to conclued HER location, because I am smart like that, ya know?!
Then...
When SHE finally recognized her surroundings, SHE got off the phone. I breathed a sigh of relief because I thought the crisis was over. WRONG!!! When SHE finally arrived, SHE was whipped in to a tail spin; ranting and raving about the traffic, the long ride (NOTE: Did I forget to mention that SHE drove by HERSELF from NJ?), and everything thing in between. I tried to tell her that Carl-E was asleep and to lower HER voice, but that did not work. However, my husband was out like a drunk after 8 bottles of vodk aand could not be woken by any sound, no matter how earthshaking it was. To be honest, I just could not take the screaching anymore.
Next...
I grabbed HER bags and brought them upstairs. Then I gently nudged HER up the stairs to HER room and said, I'll see ya in the morning." And then, I high tailed it to my room to get much needed quiet.
Next time...
The bagel that just would not die.
Holla at your girl!!!
Later fo' sho'
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
12 January: Flats
Hola tators! Well, we got some snow and ice here in Hot-Lanta. And "yes" your girl cannot drive in the snow! I was at a restaurant eating with some friends, and when it came time to pay the check, the server says, "Are you parked out back?" To this I reply, "Why yes!" She just gives me a look at worry and says, "Be carful getting out."
Now...
While we were eating an icky snow was falling. What I mean by icky is not that pretty large fluffy flakes that gently float to the Earth and kiss the ground, but those have frozen, half flakes, half rain snow that only makes brown snow when it hits the ground and turns to slick and slippery ice.
So...
We venture outside to my auto, pile in, and off we go; well that's what I thought! As I tried to get up the hill, my tires began to spin and spin and spin. And then, I started to go backwards. So quick like a bunny, I through on the emergency break and stop my car right before it slams into the car behind me. So, I circle the parking lot trying to get some speed behind me, but it was wash, rinse and repeat all over!
Next...
These guys were taking out the trash and saw me in my dilemma. So, they decided to get behind me and push, but that was not working and I was afraid that I was going to run one over and then I would have to pay his widow and his kids with all my LV's!!!
So...
We told them thanks but no thanks. And I gunned it one more time around the parking lot, and slowly but surly I made it out. Yippy for moi!!!
5 nights later...
I am out to dinner with another friend, and we are waiting at valet for the car (NOTE: Almost every restaurant has valet, I was not being fancy fancy pants).
But...
When he pulled up with my car, I noticed that I had a flat!!! Now, I have never changed a flat tire before; basically I know what to do but never actually did it. But, we batted our eyes at the valets and they jumped into A-C-T-I-O-N! They got the car jacked up, lug nuts were loosened, and then they were trying to take the tire off. But it would not budge.
And then...
They realized it was the emergency break keeping the tire on, so they released and BOOM! The jack slips and the car crashes down. So, they had to go through all the motions again and finally they changed the tire, YEAH!!! Luckily I have a full size spare, so I can drive like forever on it!!
:)
And I am out!
Stay warm!
Now...
While we were eating an icky snow was falling. What I mean by icky is not that pretty large fluffy flakes that gently float to the Earth and kiss the ground, but those have frozen, half flakes, half rain snow that only makes brown snow when it hits the ground and turns to slick and slippery ice.
So...
We venture outside to my auto, pile in, and off we go; well that's what I thought! As I tried to get up the hill, my tires began to spin and spin and spin. And then, I started to go backwards. So quick like a bunny, I through on the emergency break and stop my car right before it slams into the car behind me. So, I circle the parking lot trying to get some speed behind me, but it was wash, rinse and repeat all over!
Next...
These guys were taking out the trash and saw me in my dilemma. So, they decided to get behind me and push, but that was not working and I was afraid that I was going to run one over and then I would have to pay his widow and his kids with all my LV's!!!
So...
We told them thanks but no thanks. And I gunned it one more time around the parking lot, and slowly but surly I made it out. Yippy for moi!!!
5 nights later...
I am out to dinner with another friend, and we are waiting at valet for the car (NOTE: Almost every restaurant has valet, I was not being fancy fancy pants).
But...
When he pulled up with my car, I noticed that I had a flat!!! Now, I have never changed a flat tire before; basically I know what to do but never actually did it. But, we batted our eyes at the valets and they jumped into A-C-T-I-O-N! They got the car jacked up, lug nuts were loosened, and then they were trying to take the tire off. But it would not budge.
And then...
They realized it was the emergency break keeping the tire on, so they released and BOOM! The jack slips and the car crashes down. So, they had to go through all the motions again and finally they changed the tire, YEAH!!! Luckily I have a full size spare, so I can drive like forever on it!!
:)
And I am out!
Stay warm!
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