Snow vs Eleanor

Snow Day!

A few weeks back my area was hit by snow. It came down fast and heavy reeking all kinds of problems. Some people spent hours in traffic trying to get home because of closed roads accidents and just bad driving.

I had both jobs close early so between jobs I had lots of time. First I waited for everyone to go down this big hill because Eleanor is old heavy and probably needs new tires. It was a good thing because right before I made it to the stop sign I went sideways. I waited a minute, slowly backed up and went to search for a window scrapper so I didn't have to use my credit card.

The Dollar Store down the hill was still open so I was able to find a useful tool for when I came out.

After working for only about 4 hours, helping some stranded people at least go back to their cars with a full belly and some warmth, my day had ended.

Half cleaned car.

I walk outside to a car covered in snow.

 

I take out my newly purchased dollar scraper, keep the car running and attack the windows. After the windows are clear, now i moved on to removing the snow from the hood of my car. This is the part when I start to laugh like an insane child hopped on too much sugar.

 

Poor Eleanor, I am not even putting the scrapper on the hood. As I pushed it with my gloved hands, it pulled off her paint/clear coat. The snow all around my car looked like something was bleeding and or someone was shaving red crayons on top of the snow.  

Paint coming off like crayon shavings.

Because I sometimes have a sick sense of humor, I couldn't stop laughing. My cheeks hurt from smiling while my hands hurt from the cold. The biggest issue with this, is the fact that her paint was always getting rough and falling off, now, thanks to this snow, it is just coming off like dead skin on a really bad sunburn. 

 



Poor hood is getting rough.

Right now I'm thinking that if I wait long enough I'll just get someone to paint her hood with a cool picture kind of like a coverup tattoo?

The real question is....what should it be? Any suggestions? Leave a comment below.

 

Taste like Fire

Picture cutorsey of  xedos4 at freedigitaldownloads.net

In the spirit of the end of football season, I wanted to tell a little tail that I shall remember most fondly from this past football season.

It was dark and calm night. I had just finished soccer practice and called up a friend to and decided to stop by her house all sweaty, stinky and gross for a social visit.

I come in to  her house and find everyone, at the start of this past football season rocking their Redskin jersey's. Alright, what's going on I ask. She informs me that it is the first pre-season game. Alright, well everyone looks great in their matching jerseys and the house smelled great. I believe it was because of the pre-seasons game.

My friend informed me that football season means chili, and she had just made some chili.

I should note that my friend and I have very different opinions of what is hot spicy. However, having been a partaker of her chili before, I know that for every spoonful of chili I usually need about two to three bites of corn bread. I know the drill, so I sit down for some good food, great people, and to pretend to know what is happening while football is on.

This chili is hot. Even her husband, who like her, enjoys hot things say this is a bit warm. About three bites in I think I'm starting to break a sweat. However, I was hungry, even though it was kind of like eating fire, it was still good.

Half way through the chili my friend starts to talk about her day and what she did and how it went. She explained she had gone to the farmer's market downtown and bought the peppers. She also proceeded to tell me that she bought some unknown peppers. The farmer had thought he had bought something else, but when it grew up, it actually ended up being these unidentified peppers, that were now in the chili, which were now in my belly.

I was a champ and ate 3/4th of this chili and probably about a pound of corn bread. More food, conversation, and the game ends and I take me exit.

The next morning I get up, get ready for work and receive a text from my friends husband. He has been up for about two hours or more before I was, his digestive track must have already kicked in for the day. The text said something about needing a cold rag on his butt hole.

Oh God.

This cannot be good.

I took comfort in the fact that I probably ate half of the amount that he did, but alas it still didn't help.

Right on schedule, after my morning coffee, and getting caught up with the day's task the familiar rumble seems a bit more omniscient.

Let's just keep it semi decent and say that if it wasn't for that warning text I would have thought I was dying. Everything felt like it had turned to lava for it wanted to leave my body. For the second time the chili made me sweat.

So I've learned two very important things this past football season:
One - If your friend tells you about unknown peppers being added to the chili, stop eating the chili immediately.
Two - If it tastes like fire going in, then it will feel like fire coming out. Just remember that for next time.

Drug Test

So I just started a new job. Part of the requirements is to take a drug test. Awesome. I can do that because I have no reason to be worried about them and if that is what it takes to have shorter work weeks, the only question is where do I pee?

The first test they scheduled for me I missed. We had our office close early due to snow so it just escaped my mind. It was scheduled at 3 and I remembered at 6. Talk about not wanting to send that e-mail. Sure it was a mistake.... but who wants to worry what your job might think? Not me.

The test rescheduled and I arrive at the correct building. However, at first I failed to go to the right lab on the correct floor. The ladies were confused why I am asking about drug tests and they are like, we don't do that here. After asking another co-worker they informed me that I should go back downstairs and look for a different office.

While in the elavaort on the way donw all I could think about how I really should have re-read the e-mail with the infomraiton of exactly where to go for this test. The good news, I only had 3 floors to think about this so I didn't have long to kick myself.

I get to the new location and tell them I am suppose to take a drug test for my new company. They say yes, and they know what I'm talking about and have me take a seat.

Before I left the office I made sure to grab a book in case I had a wait. Half way on this adventure I laughed because I was like I now have a smart phone, I can play games!

That is when the lighting struck and I was like THIS is why people play on their phones so much. Waiting rooms are the perfect place for games! Or in my case the start of this blog post.