10/13/09

OK, I guess I'll make more of an effort to talk to y'all today. Let’s see. I'm sure we did more than just “fiddle with” Shichi and then drive it to my house on Saturday, but for the life of me I cannot remember what it might have been. Sunday though, I did do a thing or two. First off, since I blew mom off for lunch and dinner Saturday, I agreed to take her out after church. I told her, “Tag! You’re it. You have to decide where we’re going.” When she got home from church she said she wanted fish. She suggested either Rockfish or Red Lobster. We chose the latter. I do feel a little “Whiskey Tango” for it, but there you are. We went and ate a nice lunch and then headed back to the house. She mentioned going to see “Julie and Julia,” or whatever that chick flick is called, once but it never came up again. I didn't bring it up. We went home and I finished watching “Logan’s Run” on DVD. When that was over I decided to take one more stab at driving Shichi in order to make the final decision on the trip. It was just beginning to sprinkle as I walked out to move Lil' Wiggly out of the way. I went back in and changed out of my Shichi shoes. I took Lil' Wiggly to the Boys of Pep and bought wiper blades and a ratchet strap. I installed the blades, against the admonition of the sign reading, “Car repair and maintenance forbidden in parking lot,” or something to that effect. As I was installing them, a dude came up and asked what year the car was. I told him and he gave the second most usual reply I get about it: “I’ve never seen one of those.” I looked at him and assessed his age to be less-than-thirty and said, “Well, it is probably older than you.” He gawked at it for a while and asked me to call him if I ever decide to sell it. I entered his number in my phone, “Art Interested in B-210,” and headed to the shop. The new wipers are awesome! I know, how can Juan get excited about windshield wipers? Well, when the old ones sucked as monumentally as they did on Lil' Wiggly, it ain’t tough. I got to the shop and opened the bay where Shichi had so recently lived and pulled the nose in. I took the new strap and unfurled it. It had no hooks. This gave me pause but I soldiered on. What? Oh, did I not tell y'all why I bought the strap? OK, I bought the strap to pull down on the seat brace bar to keep it from riding up and allowing the seat to gain “Gangsta’ Lean.” So, with no hooks I needed to rethink how I was going to do that. I reached under the seat and felt a cross bar under the ass. I went around that, up, and around the brace. I hunkered down on the strap and then tucked the excess in the back pocket of the seat. I looked at it and declared it good. I checked the time and decided I was not ready to go home just yet. “What to do? What to do?” I asked myself. I then noticed the hot pink Hello Kitty Stormtrooper decals I'd bought some time ago. I decided to put them on the rearmost side glass. This I did. I likes it. I then grabbed the 16” wide hot pink Hello Kitty decals I was going to install on the sides of George. “No,” thought I, “you cannot put those on the doors now that you have the Stormtroopers on the windows.” I looked at the hood. This I could do. But what about the second decal? I looked at putting it on the hatch, below the glass breaking over onto the rear face of the car. It might have worked, but I decided to not do it. I've also decided to not split infinitives. Anyhoo, I went ahead and cleaned the hood and installed an HK right in the center. I likes it. For the rear I decided on one of the “Bling” Hello Kitties and stuck it on opposite the “Sunny DeLuxe” badge. I likes it. I rolled the car back out and closed up the shop. Then, secure enough in my masculinity to drive a Hello Kitty adored car, I went home. I took the long route and, once again, told myself that I would not have a problem driving that car across country. I really like my Lil' Wiggly. I got home and re-parked all of the cars in the driveway then wasted the evening. Yesterday, as I alluded, was spent baby sitting the guys who are installing a new sound system in the War Room. I'd say they are installing a new phone system, but it really isn't, sort of. It is, essentially a fancy phone. Not that y'all care two flips, or even one flip, I'd imagine. I know I only care about half a flip myself. So, yeah. There you have it. I guess that’s about all I have to say today. I may go ahead and assume John will be working late and forgo a rant tomorrow, and I may not. You will just have to wait and see, won't you?