Sitting out back with a bottle of Honest Ade Half and Half Tea and a cigar. I couldn't help but reflect upon some past car stories that occured to me.
My first car I inherited from my mom. When I say inherited I mean she got a newer one and I was given the 10 year old beastie. Had some vinyl roof issues, peeling and such. It was a recall thing that my folks never took care of.
Well my best friend, we were 17 and 18 respectively worked for someone who said he could fix it. Long story short he'd had it for over 1 month. My dad was livid about this. Phone calls went unanswered (I miss spell check terribly). To make matters worse, the so called mechanic was seen driving the car around town. Mom placed a call saying if it was not returned immediately the police would be called. It was left curbside the next morning, filthy inside and out.
Go to the 90's. I had a little Blue 4 cylinder Toyota Corrolla. Now this is when 4 cylinder cars really struggled to get to speed. We'd found a new mechanic, little crooked fellow. Seemed nice enough.
My car developed alternator problems. I believe the issue was it would stall out over 25 miles an hour. Not a thing you want happeneing. We put in 3 before we called it quits. I asked him to junk it for me. Mistake.
Some time later, weeks or months can't remember, I came home after a night in the city. Mom was there with a friend of the family who asked where'd I been. Puzzling. Come to find out, her son who was a cop had been involved in a high speed chase. A chase of a little Blue Toyota Corrolla.
Unfortunately the suspects, after smashing into a few cars escaped. Upon reaching the car the most noticable things were. The I Love Jesus bumper stickers all over the trunk. And the only paper work in the glove box was....the title with my name on it. Luckily for me I had the receipt of the destruction of the license plates so wasn't liable. I still remember going back to that mechanic.
"Mike..."obviously his name, "...who did you sell my car to?"
I remember he blinked a few times then smiled slightly.
"I sold it to a few guys behind the restaurant down the road. Why?" he asked squinting.
"Well I want their names."
"I don't know them. Is there a problem?"
"Yes...." I remember getting loud at this point, "...you see they're apparently a shitload better at fixing cars than you are you jackass. The car you couldn't fix, was just involved in a high speed chase with the police and my title which I gave you was in the glove box."
That was the end of my relationship with him. My mom and sister continued. To a point that is. You see she junked a car with him as well. I warned her to keep the title and the reciept for the destruction of the plates.
Well long story shortened, she recieves a call from an impound lot in another county, a few months later. Seems her car had been impounded and she was liable for the money. Well yadda yadda yadda, luckily she had that destruction reciept so it was the last we heard from the police on that matter. And they finally stopped going to Mike as well.
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Thursday, June 27, 2013
Saturday, June 1, 2013
I'd taken the Monday and Tuesday off from work. Specifically because I wasn't sure how I would feel after walking the 5K. I felt great on Monday, top of the world great even. I had some things that I must do. Mundane errands mostly.
Was asked several times by my sister if I had a Dr.'s appointment. Told her no, just 2 days off nothing special. I was out of my house by 7 A.M. Several reasons: I am an admitted early riser: I wanted a new walk: She doesn't leave the house until 8:30 and generally drives me nuts. Enough reasons no?
So off I went. It's a nice town some 20 min drive from the house. I had walked here in the fall when I was recouperating from OPH surgery. Nice little challenge.
My basic goal was to prove to I was okay. I wanted to walk withought a field. Without being over dressed. I wanted to prove to myself that the 5K the previous day was not how I normally am.
I set my pedometer, free application on my cell phone, and picked a route. It was laden with hills you simply didn't see on the vineyard. So I knew it would be challenging. Story shortened I did the mile and some tenths walk in 21 minites. I was well pleased. So mayhaps my real time would have been closer to 40-50 minites. There was 1 hill in particular, I wanted to do a Rocky dance, from the movie where he runs up the stairs. I did it without stopping, I could have to dance, but just continued. I didn't stop for the whole walk. I was elated. Must celebrate!
What I failed to mention is where I parked. Relavant? Uh....yeah. It was the start/finish line. Happed to be just a few doors down from a bakery that makes the most amazing chololate croissants. So yes...I bought 1. I don't know how I only bought 1 but I did. And it was delicious.
This isn't one of your factory made bread product. One where they put 2 bars of chocolate that run through it. Not for me.
No, these are first off light. They do have a drizzling of chocolate on the top. I've not had one hot. It is a perfect bite of chocolate and butter laden deliciousness. It is rich, and truth is I've had 2 before and it is to much. 1 is enough just to make you smile. Oh I love that place.
Got home with a smile on my face. Did errands and such. I thought I would treat myself to the cigar lounge. I'd missed it the day before. Also my friend/aquaintance works there during the week and I generally only get to see him when I have a day off. So off I went.
Well found out that it was finals week so he had my pal from Sunday covering his shift. Nice guy. Told him my tale, we talked of a few things. I'd picked an Illusione, think that is how you spell the cigar.
I sat down customarily lit up and contiued talking. It is what I call one of those that you'd best not have on an empty stomach cigars. Well I felt the effect. Not at all unpleasant, I've had that with perdomo's which I adore. It is hard to describe. Essentially when it was done I said my farewells, a few customers had come in. Walked out badly in need of food. It was after 12 and the only thing I'd eaten was a croissant.
Was asked several times by my sister if I had a Dr.'s appointment. Told her no, just 2 days off nothing special. I was out of my house by 7 A.M. Several reasons: I am an admitted early riser: I wanted a new walk: She doesn't leave the house until 8:30 and generally drives me nuts. Enough reasons no?
So off I went. It's a nice town some 20 min drive from the house. I had walked here in the fall when I was recouperating from OPH surgery. Nice little challenge.
My basic goal was to prove to I was okay. I wanted to walk withought a field. Without being over dressed. I wanted to prove to myself that the 5K the previous day was not how I normally am.
I set my pedometer, free application on my cell phone, and picked a route. It was laden with hills you simply didn't see on the vineyard. So I knew it would be challenging. Story shortened I did the mile and some tenths walk in 21 minites. I was well pleased. So mayhaps my real time would have been closer to 40-50 minites. There was 1 hill in particular, I wanted to do a Rocky dance, from the movie where he runs up the stairs. I did it without stopping, I could have to dance, but just continued. I didn't stop for the whole walk. I was elated. Must celebrate!
What I failed to mention is where I parked. Relavant? Uh....yeah. It was the start/finish line. Happed to be just a few doors down from a bakery that makes the most amazing chololate croissants. So yes...I bought 1. I don't know how I only bought 1 but I did. And it was delicious.
This isn't one of your factory made bread product. One where they put 2 bars of chocolate that run through it. Not for me.
No, these are first off light. They do have a drizzling of chocolate on the top. I've not had one hot. It is a perfect bite of chocolate and butter laden deliciousness. It is rich, and truth is I've had 2 before and it is to much. 1 is enough just to make you smile. Oh I love that place.
Got home with a smile on my face. Did errands and such. I thought I would treat myself to the cigar lounge. I'd missed it the day before. Also my friend/aquaintance works there during the week and I generally only get to see him when I have a day off. So off I went.
Well found out that it was finals week so he had my pal from Sunday covering his shift. Nice guy. Told him my tale, we talked of a few things. I'd picked an Illusione, think that is how you spell the cigar.
I sat down customarily lit up and contiued talking. It is what I call one of those that you'd best not have on an empty stomach cigars. Well I felt the effect. Not at all unpleasant, I've had that with perdomo's which I adore. It is hard to describe. Essentially when it was done I said my farewells, a few customers had come in. Walked out badly in need of food. It was after 12 and the only thing I'd eaten was a croissant.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Hmmm.....cont'd
Was a good day at work, like the uneven transisition? Even got an uncalled for hour of overtime too. There was no reason for it, but overtime is overtime.
Friday night, got home about 6:15, tired. Mood was not good in the house. Sister wanted another restaurant take out. Brother in law went for pizza, I waited about 45 minutes for her freaking dinner. I tell you I was bone tired. The cold weather does that to me. So I chose to lay down after dinner.
I've mentioned I live in a very small house. I could here the trouble in the next room. Sister was on a tear. It was the usual bullshit. Both sides were right, but never do anything about it. Cannot really relate it all because of the huge mess of it. You get it in compartmentalized form, and think it would be easily solved. Ahh well, sorry.
It got to the point where she would now punish him by not asking him for anything. I heard my name called from thier room. "my name," I know this game, it wasn't half as effective on my mom as it is with him. It's an old game and an old tactic. The less seasoned me gets up and goes and sees what is up. Then fetch's.
I just lay in my cozy darkness ignoring and listenting.
"My name"
To my brother in law, unheard in background, "No I don't need anything from you thank you." "my name"
Rinse repeat a bunch of times. Eventually this round lost she lets him get her a slice of cake. Oh darn I missed out big time huh?
Saturday morning not much better. She didn't want anything from the deli. "Well you're getting something and that's that. You have to eat." he retorts yelling back. I'm at my computer having a bowl of oatmeal. I can tell it will be a rough day. I make up my mind early that I'd be out the door and try to plan something for the evening.
After breakfast. Well they're supposed to go get their taxes done. Oh, what, really? He was surprised she did that. He's very upset about something. She's yelling from other room, he's in his strained emotional voice saying it's not fair. No not to me. Just saying it out loud. Been here before. Never does want to talk about it. In the last 8 years he's taken no advice. I don my bomber jacket, grab a handfull of cigars and hit the door.
Friday night, got home about 6:15, tired. Mood was not good in the house. Sister wanted another restaurant take out. Brother in law went for pizza, I waited about 45 minutes for her freaking dinner. I tell you I was bone tired. The cold weather does that to me. So I chose to lay down after dinner.
I've mentioned I live in a very small house. I could here the trouble in the next room. Sister was on a tear. It was the usual bullshit. Both sides were right, but never do anything about it. Cannot really relate it all because of the huge mess of it. You get it in compartmentalized form, and think it would be easily solved. Ahh well, sorry.
It got to the point where she would now punish him by not asking him for anything. I heard my name called from thier room. "my name," I know this game, it wasn't half as effective on my mom as it is with him. It's an old game and an old tactic. The less seasoned me gets up and goes and sees what is up. Then fetch's.
I just lay in my cozy darkness ignoring and listenting.
"My name"
To my brother in law, unheard in background, "No I don't need anything from you thank you." "my name"
Rinse repeat a bunch of times. Eventually this round lost she lets him get her a slice of cake. Oh darn I missed out big time huh?
Saturday morning not much better. She didn't want anything from the deli. "Well you're getting something and that's that. You have to eat." he retorts yelling back. I'm at my computer having a bowl of oatmeal. I can tell it will be a rough day. I make up my mind early that I'd be out the door and try to plan something for the evening.
After breakfast. Well they're supposed to go get their taxes done. Oh, what, really? He was surprised she did that. He's very upset about something. She's yelling from other room, he's in his strained emotional voice saying it's not fair. No not to me. Just saying it out loud. Been here before. Never does want to talk about it. In the last 8 years he's taken no advice. I don my bomber jacket, grab a handfull of cigars and hit the door.
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