11/23/11

Oooh, Apple! No, I'm not going to rant about Apple again today. I just wanted to make John roll his eyes. No, I really don’t have anything to say today. I may just sit here and rant about nothing. It’s my blog, what are you going to do about it? Yeah, that’s what I thought. Hmm, I can't even think of “nothing” to say. Well, I guess I'll… um, yeah. So, I think we’re planning to go to the shop again Saturday, but it won't surprise me one bit if it gets cancelled. The plan for this Saturday, last Saturday, was to bring a can of gasoline to “fill” Lil' Wiggly's tank and see if it will fire up. It would be nice to hear it bark again. As I have said before, that might light the fire under me to get the dash finished. Oh, I had an epiphany of sorts the other day. I'm about to be broke-ass-broke again when that Hyundai payment starts coming out of my account. I could really stand to be in less debt. I think I have definitely decided that Lil' Wiggly needs to go up for sale as soon as we get it driving. We won't wait for George to run after all. This lightens the burden of… what is the word I'm looking for here? Non-half-assedness? Sure, we’ll go with that. What I mean is, if I'm building it to sell, I don’t need to be as anal-retentive about how I'm doing stuff. Yeah, yeah. I should be MORE anal-retentive about it, blah blah blah. You’ll get more for it, blah blah blah. Think of the other guy, blah blah blah. I ain’t gonna do none of that. I'm going to get it going and let it go. I'm not sure what it’ll fetch, but it’ll be more than I have in my pocket right now. Of course all of that money would need to go to the credit card, so it wouldn’t be in my pocket at all, actually. So, I guess there’s that going on. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Fortunately, mom has NOT invited the family over for the big dinner like she usually does. She and I will go out to Aunt Margaret’s for lunch and then my brother Ted and his family will come by our house for a little while in the afternoon. It might not be such a bad… yeah it will. It will suck donkey balls. Holidays always do. Oh well, as long as mom is alive, I’ll have to put up with them I guess. Hmm, what to talk about now? I got nothin’. I guess I'm done. I doubt I'll send a rant tomorrow or Friday so it looks like we won't be talking until next Monday. Have a day… or two, or three…