*Time* for Goodwill

I have a nice watch, but unfortunately it's a nice watch with a dead battery. I've been meaning to get it fixed so I can wear my nice watch again, but considering it's been dead for over 4 YEARS and I havent remembered yet, I looked in the watch case today. Yanno, for a watch, with a battery that works.

Imagine how surprised I was when I found one..and it was cute...and cheap!

$4.25. Yeah!

The Mad Scientist-

Darrel and Joran were sitting around the other day. One of them says "I feel like doing a science experiment or something"

Crap.
The youngest of the punks says "Hey, I have a science kit!"

Groovy.

The ended up reading through the instruction booklet, lighting a candle, melting a glass straw, dressing up like mad scientists and then calling it quits before they blew up the apartment.


"Mom, you had better look out, I'm about the blow up the entire internet!"

I love that kid. He's special.

I don't like skinny girls....what are you doing tonight?

I had a rather amusing experience on Saturday while I was at the beach. Some dude came over to the house to buy a ticket for the evenings show and started talking smack about his 'mad photography skills' and how he'd show me his work. Ok bro- do your thang!

So he trotted his happy in the house and pulled up his myspace page. He goes to concerts and takes pictures. Yahoo. Nothing impressive. I smiled and complimented and did all the things my sweet southern Nanny would have wanted me to do. I'm a polite bitch after all.

After impressing me with his mad skills, he proceeded to tell me how he's the 'nice guy who always finishes last' and how he sends flowers but always gets dumped on. (which usually means he's a dickhead, and then sends flowers and the girls tell him to piss off, but hey, perception). He goes on and on about the kind of girl he wants. By the end, i got the intense feeling i was supposed to be jumping up and down and saying "oh, mr nice guy, I can *totally* be that girl, pick me! pick me! "

Yeah, that didn't happen.

I headed into the bathroom to straighten my hair, (yanno, a subtle hint to go away--that didn't work) and he followed me in there and kept talking.

Finally he busts out with "You know, i'm really not into cheerleader types or skinny girls. I want a girl I can put my arms around and hold onto........what are you doing after the show tonight?"

SCREEEEECCHHHH..back that train up McWhitey.

Are you serious? Did I hear him right?

Because in this chubby girls mind, I heard "Hey, you're fat and not that cute, so you might give me a chance."

Does that work? Seriously?

It's now my goal in life to find one single man in the world who has *ever* successfully picked up a chick by saying

"Hey chubs, you can't do any better...wanna wrassle? "

you happen to know any?

Friday the 13th

I'm not a huge believer in things like bad luck on Friday the 13th. In fact, I never give it a second thought. This year just may have changed my mind though!

My day started out pretty good, went to work, had a good day. No biggie. I was super pumped because I was headed out after work to go shoot the Download show in Norfolk. The original plan was that I would go home, pick Jordan up and head out by 7. On the way, i'd swing by Williamsburg to drop Jordan off with his Daddy and then i'd head on to meet up with Crystal for the weekend.

I pulled out of work and as I made a turn, something in my car kind of popped. Almost sounded like my transmission slipped. Fabulous. I decided the best course of action would be to completely ignore it. Nothing like being proactive!

I got home fine, and went in to pack and grab my kid. Got my things together and headed out. The car was running a little loud, but I thought it was just my imagination. I pulled into the gas station near my house to fill up and decided to check the oil, just to be sure yanno.

I pulled the little stick thingy (yeah, i'm technical) out and uh, no oil. Great. I had two partial bottles of oil in the trunk, so I dumped them in and called my stepdad. My hero. He said "That's not very smart. Put oil in your car." Thanks man.

I drove over to the Dollar General to get more oil and put it in my car. I waited a few minutes and there was oil ALL over the parking lot. I wasn't sure if it was leaking or if I was a slob who spilled it all over. I called stepdad back and he said to go home. Crap.

I got home and called the ex-husband to let him know that I wouldn't be making it tonight and to see if he could come get Jordan. He said ok, and we decided that he would pick me up too and once we got to Williamsburg I could call Crystal to come and pick me up. Sweet!

We went back in the house and waited for him for 4 hours before he called and said "You aren't going to believe this, I had a blowout and I dont have a jack big enough for the truck- i have to call and get towed, I'm not going to make it up."

Crap crap crap!

I called my road warrior sweetheart Crystal and she decided that she was coming to get me, so I went to bed for a bit and then got up 2 hours later to head to Va beach. We ended up rolling into town at 6:40 am, about 9 hours behind schedule, but hey, we got there!

Stepdad says theres no engine damage to my car, but i've got a crack in one of the pipes and a massive exhaust leak, so hopefully that'll be fixed tomorrow and I won't be completely broke in the process. It could definitely be worse, but I apparently had some bad juju coming my way this Friday the 13th!

Next time around, i'm staying in the house...possibly wearing a helmet. yanno, just in case!

I'm special.

So special in fact that while I was trying to clean up my forgotten blog, I managed to delete the whole effin thing.

I'll work on making it pretty around here, maybe someone will even come back to read my nonsense?

We'll see !

Peace, love & rock.
Steph