I am happy about the rain. I just put down grass seed and fertilizer on Sunday. Now I don't

NBA playoffs, is anyone watching them? I'm not, but I can tell you what I have

Last night I went grocery shopping. I actually like grocery shopping. I take my MP3 player and I am in my own little world.
And with the self checkout, I don't have to talk to anyone, accept when I get that warning that there is an improper item in the bagging area, and I have to wait for the person with that card to come over, scan the card, enter a code and then everything is back to normal. Even though I have groceries, it doesn't make me a good cook. I think I have said this before, if it has more than 5 ingredients, I can't make it. Or at least make it taste good. While shopping I saw that fake lobster was buy one, get one free. I like fake lobster probably because I like cocktail sauce and the fake lobster makes a great vehicle for the cocktail sauce. I am a big ingredients reader while shopping. For the most part I try to stay away from anything that has high fructose corn syrup in it. The fake lobster stated on the front of the packaging that it "contains real lobster", but on the back under ingredients it also stated "contains less than 2% of the following: lobster, etc.". I still bought it. And had it for dinner.

My health, well I have another doctor appointment this afternoon. I should get the results of my
X-rays. I am hoping they find something, otherwise I will most likely be headed for an MRI. At my last visit, the doctor gave me a prescription for an anti-inflammatory and a muscle relaxer. yes, the drugs are helping but I am a long way from being back to normal. And isn't that everyone wants to see, me back to being normal? Maybe then I would have something to write about on this blog. Ideally I would like to see them find something on the MRI and then go in and rip out whatever is causing me so much pain. And then I would be back to my normal " idiot active" self by the end of June.

I don't want to jinx them, but the Brewers are only one game out of first place.

Is there anything else........Yes, I should have my truck sold by this weekend. 3 large for the Toyota. You probably know that I fear change. I miss my old truck.
The seat belt light wouldn't turn off, even if I was buckled.
The check engine light wouldn't turn off.
The emergency brake wouldn't turn off. I had electrical tape over all of these lights.
The portable DVD Player on the dashboard.
The emergency brake didn't work.
Every summer freon had to be added to get the air conditioning working.
Both side view mirrors were cracked.
The body was rusting out.
The drain holes in the bed clogged up and the rain water would collect in the bed.
The front bumper was dented from trying to push Stegall or Tree into the intersection at a red light.
The tailgate didn't work. It was stuck in the up position.
It fit into my garage much easier. I think the new truck is a bit wider. I have about 2 inches of clearance on either side as I pull in.
The one thing that I miss about my old truck: It was paid for. But from what I have heard from others is that no one feels sorry for me, because I haven't had a vehicle payment for 7 years.
3 comments:
I am waiting for the rain as well. I plantred some grass and am sick of watering it all of the time.
You talk about your truck like it was your girlfriend for the last 7 years or a woobie you had when you were just a lad. Get over it! The rest of us have.
Bubs, You are growing weed? Don't let the cops find out. My lips are sealed.
Julie, Actually it was 12 years. And my truck was much better than any girlfriend. Unlike girlfriends, it was dependable, quiet, economical, lasted a long time, and best of all I could go in and out of it as many times as I wanted, whenever I wanted. And trust me, no girlfriend will ever last that long.
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