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A little over three years ago, BFM, myself, my brother and my sister-in-law crammed into my Rav4 (and I mean crammed) and drove down to Disneyland for a President’s Day weekend escape.  We had a great time…and then all crammed back into my Rav4…this time with tons of souveniors so it was even more crowded…and left the parking lot of Disneyland after an early morning of last minute rides and shopping to make sure the vacation was complete.

Our light had turned green and I proceeding into the intersection behind the car in front of me when someone who was more interested in Disneyland than in stoplights…ran a red light and hit us. We were actually quite fortunate because it was at fairly slow speeds and they happened to hit us solidly in the rear left side tire.

To say that I was upset was a mild statement. I was not pleased. I had a car full of people who had to be home the next day for work. I myself had to work. We were 300 miles from home and was worried we were damaged too much to drive. When we jumped out to survey the damage to the car…I noticed a license plate laying there obviously torn off in the accident and for some reason I thought it was mine and I picked it up and blurted out to my brother and whoever else would listen “OH GREAT! WE’VE GOT PARTS!”  Now it turns out that the Rav4 was inspected and while damaged it was safe enough to drive home and we got home…a little later than we had expected but still got home that evening. The red-light runners copped that it was there fault right there at the scene…and the insurance pretty much handled it.

However…I would not have thought that in the relaying of the story…(oh and how my brother loves to tell a story…and when he is in the mood he can tell some stories let me tell you).  The “Oh great…we’ve got parts…” has become…something I will never live down. At first I was mortified because it gets brought up occasionally.  But I just learned to roll with it…I mean…when we went to the sports car races the other day…we walked over the footbridge that runs over the track and stopped on our way to the paddock to watch some of the porsches race by…and something flew off  of one and landed on the side of the track and my dad grabbed me to get my attention and said…excitedly…”Look Amy…We’ve Got Parts!!!!”

This is something I will not live down. I am sure my grandchildren will hear about it…and they will too bring it up at that time in your life just when you thought everyone had forgotten about it….

Today was Susan’s turn at the MI-5:

1.What was the last book you read & what are you reading currently? The last book I read was Shelf Life a collection of short stories for young adults edited by Gary Paulson. I read it to see if it was grammar school library appropriate. Currently I am reading Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult.

2.What are you wearing right now? Turquoise ribbed v-neck tshirt with three quarter sleeves…jeans and a pair of sketchers.

3.What was the last phone call you made? To a customer at work.

4.To whom did you last send a letter or card (snail mail & email)?
Snail mail? I sent a letter to BFM earlier this week. Email…probably ETS.

5.What was the last restaurant you ate at (can be eat in or take out)? Take out would be Taco Bell…sit down restaurant would be Monterey Coast Brewing Company with my mom…did I have a beer? Of course…I had a Hefe Weissen. Too much of a beer for me…strong…much like those English Ales. Of course, then again you are getting this from a person who rarely drinks beer…so…Anyway…the food was good…but a tad expensive…and I had to battle pirates to get to my car. Seriously. It is right next to a movie theater and there were pirates around my car…which I, not thinking, had parked RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE THEATER on thursday night and the Pirates were all lined up…and I was trying to pull out. I had to bite my tongue not to say something like “Avaste ye…get thee outta my way before ye find thee asses flattened” but I didn’t. They eventually got out of my way.

It’s Friday Fill-in time people…

Janet says: This week, we’re going to have a theme–fictional characters :-) So fill in the blanks with them; please do refrain from using your husband/ wife/other non-fictional character!

1. I wouldn’t toss McDreamy out of bed!
2. McSteamy has no appeal for me whatsoever.
3. A good dream would involve me and Captain Jack Sparrow; we would sail away together into the sunset.
4. The sexiest man or woman in the movies is Captain Jack Sparrow; the sexiest man or woman on tv is McDreamy.
5. Alan Rickman portrays a wicked villian.
6. Jack and Janet would make a great couple.
7. TGIF! Tonight I’m cleaning, tomorrow my plans include shopping and Sunday, I’ll start packing!

So my latest experiment in baking was a White Chocolate Sweet Potato cake from Martha Stewart.

Pictures in the extended entry.

You may or may not know…On June 9th Keith Urban (referred to from here on out as KU)  is playing at the Mandalay in Vegas. I have had tickets (and pretty damn good ones I might add) to this show…for months and months as they were purchased on presale. BFM lives in Vegas…and LOVES her some KU so we are going to this concert.

Initial plan was for me to drive down on Thursday June 7th. No biggie right? I do it all the time…500 miles one way alone…I know the route like the back of my hand. Well…all this was thwarted when Doris the Rav decided to display her intermittent starting problem.  So I didn’t really want to drive a car with a possible problem through the desert alone during the heat of summer because I had visions of me walking down a lonely highway towards a call box…while buzzards circled overhead just waiting to pick out my eyeballs. That freaked me out a little.

So then I decided I would rent a car. Until I found that most places will not rent to you for the advertised price if you are driving out of state…not to mention the fact that I wanted a biggish car not a Kia Rio type car…and by the time I rented the car then paid for gas for the trip I would be spending a hell of a lot of money to get to Vegas.

I can’t drive my mom’s xterra because…well I find driving her car uncomfortable for 10 miles…I can’t imagine trying to drive it for 500. I just don’t fit well in the seats…and I refuse to drive my dad’s silverado anywhere…even though I love it to death. The last time I borrowed his truck the advertisement on the side of a transit bus flew off and hit the front grill causing $1600 worth of damage and that wasn’t even my fault!!! So …

I ended up with a ticket to Vegas on Southwest Airlines…which ended up being just slightly cheaper than renting the car…plus I don’t have to pay for gas with the plane. Anyway…I don’t know if I mentioned it here or not…but I am PETRIFIED of flying. PETRIFIED. The last time I flew alone I decided to upgrade to firstclass…mostly for the free booze. Of course this didn’t work out so well because I had just a tad too much of the margarita and ended up scared to death that the plane was crashing because I bent over to get something out from under my seat and the whole damn plane felt like it was coming with me.  Luckily I didn’t go with my first instinct when I thought the plane was crashing which was to scream something to the effect of “DEAR GOD WE ARE GOING DOWN” because I am sure that would have gone over well.

So I have been ignoring the fact that I have to fly but today…is the 1 week mark…as I leave Wednesday evening from San Jose International…(now called Mineta or something like that)….and I am totally freaking out. I hate flying. I hate heights. A little part of me wants to call off the whole damn thing and email BFM the tickets and say here you go..have a blast.  I mean I won’t because I already paid for my flight…but …ACK! And I mean ACK!!! I am freaked out.

(yes I even checked busses and trains…busses take 18 hours to make it- which is about 10 longer than it takes me and trains? Forget about trains because out here passenger train service sucks big time).

Monkey Parts

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What you are seeing are Monkey Parts. I am currently trying to crochet a stuffed monkey. We will see how it comes out…but I just had the parts spread out over the table and thought it would make an interesting picture…the actual picture from flickr has notes on it if you are interested click the picture.

Yey me!

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I finally won something on blingo:

You should totally try this….I know Janet even won an iPod using blingo! So sign up and use blingo as your search engine. Funny thing was when I won? I was on the phone with a customer and had to put them on hold so I could launch a backup browser to finish my search so I could finish talking to them. Anyway click the link below to join blingo!

Roxy and I are a lot a like I realized today. We both like routines. She is a task master when it comes to routines. And she is just a beagle. At 5:00 she wants up and out. At breakfast time she sits by the door and waits for her “cookie”. She goes outside for the bulk of the day and plays (read tries to dig to china) and sleeps and chases birds. At 3:15ish she comes back in when my mom lets her in the house. She patrols the house…checks out the garbages for treasures (even though she never finds any) and settles in for a nap. At 5:15ish she is ready for me to come home. She fusses over me for  a minute and does her patented happy dance…and sits by the fridge and stares at me…waiting for me to take her out for the walk (she stands by the fridge because the basket with her leash and baggies resides up there).  Then we go for our walk. She comes home and starts loving on whoever is free….but there is a motive…she really wants her dinner.  Then she is her own little beagle for awhile and then when she is ready for bed she comes and lays on my feet or near me…to let me know she is ready and is not pleased that I am not ready. Then she goes out for “peepee time” and into bed she goes (but not before a bedtime liversnap or something).

This is her routine and she demands we stick to it!!!