Ma'am, is that an 07 or an 08?

I heard the question but in my anxiety/depressed medicated mind all I could think of was WOW that makes me feel old to be called ma'am. I was parked in the Safeway parking lot and had the pick up door wide open. I was reaching in picking up trash and my empty Starbucks cup. When I straightened up it startled me to have someone so close. When I finally realized he was still waiting for an answer I said it's an 08. He said, well, see they didn't put those ridges on the hood of the 06's. He pointed at the pickup one space over. Then he said see, well come over here and look. So, I walked over to look at the hood of his 06 pick up. It was a sand colored work pick up and I asked him if he had to order it to get that color. He said no but it is a work truck. I said mine was considered a work truck too but I had to order it; all I could find were white ones. He walked back to my pickup and he said it looks like they might have cheapened up on those front hooks. He got down on the ground to look and then he went over to look at his. No, he decided they were the same. Then he asked what size engine and everything else about the pick up. He asked what the GVW was. I said I didn't know what that was. (I was thinking I just drive it. I dont know how it works.) So, we had to look at the tag on the inside of the door to see what it was. I said it had a small V8. He said why did you get a V8? Isn't it hard on gas mileage? I said I just remembered what my husband always said and that was to get something bigger than the job; it will last longer because it doesn't have to work so hard and then it wont need to use as much fuel. He said he hadn't thought of it like that. We made numerous trips back and forth between the pick ups comparing every inch (inside and out) of his 06 to my 08. He pointed out what he liked about mine and what he liked about his. He finally headed back for his pickup. I said well, there cant be very much wrong with mine "It's bright red". He just laughed, waived and drove away. I meet some strange people in the Safeway parking lot.

Same song, different verse.....

Last night, after visiting my Mom at the nursing home, I headed home in my Mustang. I hadn't driven it for a while and had forgotten how much I love to drive it. I was careful to stay under 45 until I could see the 55 sign and then I ran through the gears; by the time I hit 5th I was doing 60 and still counting as I headed for Mayberry. I was enjoying the ride when I noticed very bright headlights coming up fast from behind. I started slowing down and as the car followed me I looked down to see how fast I was going. The flashing lights came on and I pulled over. When the officer came up to the window I said "was I having too much fun"? He said yup, "you were doing 68." I said oh! and he asked how fast I thought I was going. I said 60 because that was what I was doing when he turned his flashing lights on. He said he needed my license, registration and insurance. I said I have my license but not the other things; it's an ID theft issue. He said I was required to carry them. I said "well, I don't have them with me". So, he took my license and said he would be right back. When he came back, he said I know I clocked you at 68 and I just had the radar checked so I know I'm right. I said well, on one hand I don't want a ticket, but on the other if my speedo is off - good to know. He just laughed, gave me back my license and said slow down and drive carefully and with that I was on my way.

Quite a Day

Yesterday, I decided that I should start back to church. So on Sunday,I told God it didn't mean I was over being mad because I'm not but I felt it was time to try. I didn't want to talk to anyone so I got there 5 minutes late and sat in the back row. I lasted 6 minutes, but it was a start. The pastor's wife and another lady caught up with me before I got to the pickup and I had to stop and talk to them for a short time. After going for coffee and visiting the cemetery I came home. I wanted to take a shower tonight so I had to do a load of towels. I did a little cleaning and my son and his family came by. When they left Violet decided to stay with me. We do alot of silly things and laugh a lot. I walked her home and got back to my house at 6:00. I had been home most of the afternoon and my keys were burning a whole in my pocket. So about 7:00 o'clock, I returned some movies to a sister-in-law. When I left her house, I wasn't ready to go home; I wanted company, but I didn't really have much to say and didn't feel like talking. I had been thinking about my friend, Sherrie. We both worked for the State and I hadn't talked to her in quite awhile. I called her to see if she wanted to go for coffee and pie. She did so we met at Marie Callendars. Sherrie is perfect for those times you want some company but don't really want to talk to anyone. You don't have to worry about keeping the conversation going; just need to say "oh" or "wow" a couple of time. She never finishes a sentence; she just stops halfway through one and starts on something else. So, 3 hours later, I had only got a couple of questions in but it was just what I was looking for and the cherry pie was great.

Screaming Helps

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

When can I have it?

In 2005, my sweetie and I ordered a brand new Chevy Silverado set up just as he wanted it. We usually always get red, but this time we decided to get it in black. After a while my sweetie wished he would have gotten a red one; so, I sold the black one to the pilot and ordered a bright red one. It's no secret that Violet gets the Mustang when she turns 16. Big Weld and Herbie already have dibs on the GT6. When I took the new pick up over to show them Big Weld pointed at it and said "I want that one". That's all he said but on Saturday when I was at their house getting ready to leave, Big Weld asked me when he could have the pickup. I said when he turned 16. He said OK and went happily on his way.