Frerbruraryr 24, 2012

Congratulations to Mr. Paratestes on winning the 20,000,000 internets. He correctly identified “Heavy Metal” as the source of the quote yesterday. Huzzah to you sir, huzzah. Well I just had a great idea about how we could get the shifter installed in Fiona. I called John to see if he had scheduled his oil change yet and when it turned out he hadn’t, I suggested the following. Rather than go to the dealer by the shop, he could take his car to a dealer closer to Steve/John’s muffler shop. I'd pick him up at the dealer and we’d go use Steve/John’s lift to install the shifter. It was perfect, not a flaw in sight… until John “Mr. Think-everything-through” Roper got involved. He asked if I'd called Steve/John to see if it would be alright to tie up one of his lifts for an hour. I, of course, had not. He, John, then suggested I call Kevin as well and see if he would meet us at his shop to do it. I said I would make those calls. I hate making cold calls. I finally just said, “Feh, let’s meet at the dealer by the shop and do the shifter there.” It won't be that bad… I hope. Besides, I'm pretty sure John has some flares for his 1200 he’s itching to try on. I'd hate to postpone that for him. So, I guess I'll be meeting him at the Ford Dealer on Bryant Irvin road then we’ll go to the shop. Oh, speaking of Fiona, I was walking through the Marketing Building this morning and saw her parked in the parking garage. Yeah, that really is a bitchin’ car. I really dig it. I guess I'm finally “used to it” to the point where I consider it “my car.” Oh, and it is really stupid fast. So there’s that going for it too. Yesterday I cut out of work a little early to go to the credit onion and courthouse. See, Fifi’s license expired in December but I haven’t had the funds to renew the registration. Mom, fearing the “Obama Supporter” family from the church might need the truck this weekend, suggested I take some money from our joint account to do it. I honestly hadn’t even thought about that. So, I headed out along Western Center Boulevard and turned at the liquor store to head directly over to North Main in Saginaw. On N. Main I headed north to Bailey Boswell road where the credit onion branch is located. There I took out $150.00 for Fifi's tags and to transfer Nadine's title. When the gal asked how I wanted it I said, “Seventy-five twos!” She paused, blinked, and said, “Ok?” I stopped her and said twenties and a ten would be fine. From the credit onion I continued west on Bailey Boswell, not sure where it would take me but knowing it was in the right general direction. Way sooner than I expected, BB dead ended into another road… I knew not which. Fortunately I chose to turn left. It was Boat Club Road which I knew would intersect Azle Avenue, the road I would have taken from Loop 820 had I gone back to the freeway. I perused the cross streets looking for one that I thought might whip me over to Jacksboro Highway quicker than running almost all the way back to Loop 820 but none seemed right. Eventually I did hit Azle Avenue and turned right. From there I hit Jacksboro Highway and turned back to the courthouse. I made it with five minutes to spare. I paid for Fifi's tags and then had them transfer Nadine's title. She actually did it without arguing that I must register the car at the same time. $130.00 later, I'm on my way. This morning, I looked on Google Maps to see just how far out of the way my trek was but it turns out I could not have planned the route any better! Every angle of all the roads was nigh perfect to lead me the shortest path on my route. I was shocked, flabbergasted even. So, there’s that going on. Well, I think I'm going to call it a short rant today since I'm almost totally bored talking to y'all right now. Yep, to quote the great Ron Burgundy, “Go fuck yourselves, San Diego!”