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Well SHITTTTTTTTTTTT

G

uess what happened to me today.

So I was driving to the doctor because I changed my Medicare Part D prescription plan and I need new prescriptions & refills from Wal-Mart.

I had thought that they would have salted the fucking roads yesterday.

But NO.

So I'm driving to the doc trying to stay on the clear part of the lanes. Hit a big patch of slush and just started turning. I did a 360. I did try to turn my wheel to the right because the drop off on the left would have totaled my piece of shit. So I just ended up in a ditch.



I think I'm at about a 75 degree angle facing downhill in this picture. The only reason I didn't break my fucking nose on the steering wheel is because I was wearing my seatbelt and it locked up. (YAY!)

So some people saw me & called the cops. The cop called a wrecker. I called my mother to get my uncle's number for his recommended body shop and had my car towed there. Hopefully it's just the "tie rod" (with these southern accents I'm never sure what ppl say).

Someone needs to send me some milk & some Oriental flavored ramen for Evan to eat because I have no effing idea when I'll get my car back.

But on the positive side, I am perfectly fine. I was wearing a thermacare heatwrap on my back on my way to the doc so I stayed nice & warm, LOL. I did call the doctor & ask if they could just call Wal-mart & have my prescriptions there for me. I just wasn't able to get my damned steroid shot. :-(

The officer who drove me home was a silver fox. SERIOUSLY. I think I jizzed in my pants. But then he started talking about his fucking WIFE. :-(

But he was nice. Offered me his arm when I was walking on the road & when he brought me back home. Too bad he's married. *sigh*

Today was an eventful day.

I could have done without all the excitement. I'm glad I was medicated BEFORE I drove or I might have had another panic attack.

It could have been worse, though. Since it wasn't, I owe a big Thank You to Baby Jesus. :-)

Stuff & Thangs

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esterday, when I was getting my FREE BATTERY REPLACEMENT (Went to AutoZone. It was the battery. My 1 year 9 month old battery, so it was still under warranty. YES!!) at Wal-Mart, I saw a baby of about 6 mos. Her parents had the TOP part of her body all bundled up.

The baby had on no shoes...or socks.

*sigh*

You can't afford socks or shoes for your baby but you can buy a fucking 24 pack of Coca Cola?

Idjits.

I think they must think I'm a robot woman.Anyway, the baby was staring at me hard. Kids always do. I think they must think I'm a robot woman since they see me sitting on the electric cart, LOL.

Anyway. I smiled at her and she beamed back @ me! Awwwww.

She was cracking me up. The more she smiled, the more I chuckled which made her smile harder & babble.

Cute.

Entyway, here are the 2 High Fives for this week. Sorry, I've been all up in Facebook & not reading many blogs, LOL.

Why are you stalking me? for "Oh, I've got embarrassing" Potentially not work or monitor safe. Hilarious! You've been warned. :-)

Tech for Luddites for "Read, send and share tweets on Facebook".

That is all. Must go check my crops on Farmville. :-)

No Christmas this year because God hates me.

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nd so does my mother.

Last week she had to pay major money to get her plumbing fixed. They had to dig up under her driveway.

Last year she "loaned" me the money to get this computer & a new starter & a crown on my tooth. So I owe her like $2000.

This morning, I go to start my fucking car and the bitch won't start.

So I called my mother, who had to borrow jumper cables from my grandmother to give me a boost.

Went to try to pawn some of my jewelry to get some money because Evan is home next week & he's going to eat everything in the house, plus I wanted to get him an MP3 player or a bike for Christmas.

They offered $35 for the "scrap" gold.

...

No thank you.

I go out to start my car and THE BITCH WON'T START. Not even the damned interior light or clock came on.

I blame George W & Obama because I can.I called 911 because I didn't want to call MD again.

The fucking cops didn't have jumper cables?????????

So I called my mother. Again.

She told me to keep the jumper cables until I got back from Wal-Mart.

When I got to Wal-Mart, "my greeter" told me that someone from the auto dept could give me a jump if the car wouldn't start so I didn't have to leave the car running.

Thank goodness. Because I needed a jump.

Which means I need a new fucking alternator.

More $$ that I don't have.

That I'll have to borrow from my mother.

I haven't told her yet.

I'm going to try to have a yard sale tomorrow. Sell old DVDs & books & maybe some jewelry.

Why does God hate me so much?

I blame George W & Obama because I can.

*sob*

My car is possessed.

F

urreal.

I put the car in park. Turned it to the "off" position, took the key out and it was still running.

Flavor Flav had to unhook the battery AND the alternator before it stopped running.

Yay.

I love with this shit happens at Christmas Time.

*sobs*

All week I've been sleepy

I

just realized that I forgot to put up my High Fives yesterday. Maybe because I went to sleep right after Dr. Who and before that I was taking MD to the dude who fixed her car.

I'm about to take my car to him to get a new (to me) radiator for $90. So I will once again be car-less. He said he'll have it finished tomorrow. I'll believe it when I get it.

So all together, I've spent $230 on my hoopty this month. That is not including $30 to fill up the effing gas tank. :-(

I'll have my Saturday High Fives up later.

WHEEEEEEEEEEEE! I'm hyper.

So last night I decided to forgo the Xanax & the sleeping pill.

Got to sleep at about 3 am.

Next thing I know it's 10:30 am & Mommy Dearest is banging on my back door.

So I got up and answered.

MD - What are you going to do about your car?
Me - *standing up & looking unsteady/drunk* I found a website that tells how to take off a car battery so I'm going to take it off myself, you can go to Wal-mart & get me a new one & then I'll put the new one on myself. I don't have any cash. Can I borrow $70 because Wal-mart said it was $68.70 + tax and I'll pay you back tomorrow.
MD - What? Sit down! You look like you're going to fall & it's making me nervous.
Me - I'll sit down & tell you when I get back from the bathroom.

So I went to the bathroom & washed up really quick, brushed my teeth & got dressed. I came back downstairs & explained the plan again.

MD - Well I called your brother and he's going to come over on his lunch break & get your battery, get a new one & put it on for you.

Why the fuck did she ask me what I was going to do if she already knew my brother (henceforth known as Bro) was coming over?!?!?

Fine.


Bro came over at noon fifteen & took my battery off. (After I sent my niece around to all the neighbors to get a socket wrench because Bro didn't bring any tools.) Went to Wal-mart & got a new one. Came back & the posts were on the bottom of the battery instead of the top, so the positive side wouldn't reach.

Me - Which one is the negative side?
Bro - This one, that one has the red wire so it's positive. I know what I'm doing! Do you want to do this yourself? Shit.
Me - I was just asking, damn. One day I might need to do this myself so I'm trying to learn.
Bro - *sarcastic laugh* (We are 2 peas in a pod, I tell you, LOL.)

So he said he'd go back to Wal-mart & get the correct battery & come back after work.

I asked MD to take me to Wal-mart because I needed to get Evan some food for after school. But really I wanted to buy a socket set so that I could put the geedee battery on myself & not have to wait for Bro to get off of work & hook it up.

So MD & I went to Wal-mart. I got the socket set, some food (Did you know that they have chocolate skittles??? I didn't either. But I didn't see my favorite pomegranate candy so I needed something to munch on.) & Stephen King's "The Mist" on DVD.

Came back & put the effing battery on myself.

Went to school & picked up Evan.

Drove to my brother's job & went in to tell him "I put the battery on myself so you don't have to come back tonight. Now what do you have to say about that Nyucka???"

He laughed.

I was telling Evan everything that had happened today & how he didn't understand how happy I was to have my car back in driveable condition.

Evan - Ok. I need you to take a breath now.
Me - LMAO! Am I talking a lot?
Evan - Yes. I'm afraid you're going to pass out if you don't breathe.
Me - Well, that's how you are when you get back from school. Talking so fast that it's a wonder how you can take a breath.

I also had some coffee today. I don't normally have caffeine.

So I'm HYPED UP & happy.

Watch. Tomorrow when I have to go to the Dr, pay my electricity bill, buy some hair (for my braids) & other stuff I'm not going to want to go anywhere, LOL.

I'm going to rub some Ben Gay on my back & take some Tylenol.

Ciaocito, Baybeeeeeeeeee!

My back is going to be hurting for a week.

Here's why:

I am effing tired of relying on Mommy Dearest to take me anywhere. Tomorrow she's going to have her car fixed (it smells like burning rubber on the inside, she already has the part.)

So tomorrow I'm going to take off my car battery myself (It weighs 30+ lbs.), get her to go to Wal-mart on her way back from getting her car fixed, & have her bring me the new battery.

If she'll do it.

I'll have to put it in her trunk so that she can let the Wal-mart guys get it out & put the new one in & she won't have to lift a thing. That means that I'll have to pick it up at least three times. 1) Out of my car & onto my back porch 2) Off of my porch & onto my walker seat 3) Off of my walker & into her trunk. Then I'll have to pick up the new battery too... :-(

But, she might not want to put it in her car.

Because it might ruin her trunk.

She's like that.

She makes me sick.

Anyway, pray or chant or whatever you do that I don't injure myself too badly because I really have to go to the doctor & pay my electricity bill on Thursday.

Thanks!

Oh, and a big THANK YOU to Motherwise Cracks for giving me this magnificent recommendation on Entrecard:

Angelika is so awesome. She is funny, smart and has a way of writing that feels like she is talking to you - very casual. Her blogs are a natural high.

When I think of something equally appreciative, I will return the favor. :-)

AND, I was watching "VH1 Storytellers" with Snoop Dogg. He had Doug E. Fresh & his uncle Charlie Something. I think he was in The Gap Band. Charlie Wilson. I looked it up on Wikipedia.

I heard him describe the CD before. He said that this is the first time he's truly done whatever the hell he wanted on one of his albums.

Apparently, what he really wanted to do was a country song. It's called "My Medicine". (You know what kind of medicine. The kind for glaucoma.) He dedicated it to Johnny Cash.

I like it.

I like some Country anyway, but I think if you like Snoop or you like country music, you'll be humming the song once you hear it.

That is all!

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Now playing: Janet Jackson - Never Letchu Go
via FoxyTunes

The commercial I hate the MOST

It's a local commercial. For Chattanooga Jobs or something.

Anyway, the announcer says "Chatnooga". Totally dropping the second syllable. I HATE that. If you're 3, I can understand you not being able to pronounce Chat-a-noo-ga. But if you're old enough to be paid to pronounce it, do it correctly.

And why the hell did the company hire a man who can't even pronounce the name of the city properly???

Another thing I hate is when the weatherman/news anchors say "ootlwah". It's Ooltewah. Ool-teh-wah. It's lazy.

I need to take a xanax. Why the fark am I so upset about this?

Because my geedee car battery is dead. I have to rely on effing Mommy Dearest to drive me to effing Wal-mart.

*sigh*

Why is it that you can think of 1,000 places to go when you have no transportation??

A car for a tow

So this morning I called the dude who fixes my car and told him I need a starter. I also told him I needed it towed.

The cute (every tow truck driver I've seen here has been CUTE) asked me about the old car in the back. I said "It's mine." He said, "Wanna sell it?"
Me - uh...sure. I just have to get the title
He - I don't need the title. I just sell them for parts. I pay a junk price for the car.
Me - Ok
He - So I'll take the car and you don't have to pay me for the tow
Me - OK!

I think he was lying about how much money he'd make off the parts, but I don't give a shit. I've had that car back there for 2 years or some shit and never got the title because I knew I wouldn't make much selling it.

Either way, I don't care. The car that caused me so much trouble will be gone and I don't have to pay for the tow. Now I just have to wait a long ass time for dude to put the part on. I'd go get the part myself if I knew how to do the shit. :-(

Damned car!!!!!!!!

I bought my mother's old car when she bought her new one.

She pampers her cars. She parks them in a garage. Has some dude detail them and all of that crap.

As soon as I bought it the paint started getting dull and flaking off. The upholstery on the inside is coming down. Looks like a fucking ghetto car.

But anyway, today I had to do the laundry. So we went to the laundromat and put the clothes in. Then I went to see how much it would cost for Evan to take Karate lessons. Then we went back to put the shit in the dryer. Then we went to sonic for a drink. Then we went and folded the clothes. Then we went to Hardees for dinner.

Each time I started the car, it sounded like it didn't want to "catch" and I knew I'd have to get it looked at, but I just wanted to get it home.

Since they take 3 fucking hours to fill your order at hardees, I turned the car off. No need in wasting my geedee gas for which I paid $3 a gallon.

After he finally handed me my order at the window...car wouldn't start. So dude had to come out and push the car to a handicapped space. It's hard to turn the wheel without power steering. I'd forgotten that. (One of my old cars didn't have power steering, but my mother buys ford tauruses and I've gotten spoiled.)

So dude said I need a new starter. I could have figured that shit out myself.

I hate the fact that the goddamned car waited until I got it to start fucking up.

Whatever. Now I have to pay for a tow, a starter, the labor, then I have to pay for my car tag to be renewed and my insurance. I need to call and see if my insurance pays for tows.

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!