I'm Keeping My Promise

A while ago I promised Petunia that I would post this picture from a birthday party I attended. She also made me promise that I would use an alias because she has always wanted a fake name. I thought I would take this one step further by giving a fake description of her physical characteristics, so here goes: She is a Native American albino midget in her late 40's with a lisp, but at least one good eye. Now her identity is completely safe, I can move back to the photo.

It looks like a regular birthday cake right? Wrong. If you look closely at the green leaves you will see a piece of broccoli which I was dared to place on the cake. I then took 3 0r 4 pictures of it, but no one noticed it was there until someone cut the cake an hour later.

I'm not really sure what else I can say about broccoli except that raw broccoli is one of my top 10 worst smells of all time. It ranks (typo-that should read reeks) up there with the "Lake Effect" from the Great Salt Lake. When this occurs, it is Not So Great a Salt Lake as before. The very air is rank with a stench so foul that you dare not walk out of your house while chewing gum. So I'm curious about other people's top 10 worst smells of all time. Everyone has a list of bad smells whether they realize it or not. Researchers say that smell is the sense that is most closely connected with memory. Meanwhile the "sixth sense" remains the one most closely connected with dead people and the Bruce Willis movie.

Not The Best Two Weeks

Ok, so I was sick, my truck broke down, and the heating in my apartment didn't work. I missed school, work, and forked over $600 to repair my truck. Hey but some good came out of it__I missed school and work. Now I am way behind on my already way behind schedule. There's a certain amount of freedom in being completely fouled up. I mean it can't get any worse because it already got worse. Of course if there's one thing that I've learned from life, it’s that life can always get harder and more complicated. You may think life is hard, but then it just gets ridiculously harder. Then you think, ah well this is as hard as it gets. Then, suddenly, life will become absurdly hard.

Take my truck for example. I remember when I got the shifting motor on the 4 wheel drive replaced. At the time I thought that I would probably go the next 40,000 without too many more repairs. Now 40,000 miles later I look at my truck and remember such things as: The night the transmission blew, the day the clutch went out, the day it overheated, replacing my rear drum brakes, replacing a headlight, the other day it overheated, replacing a valve on the radiator, a radiator flush, broken upper and lower intake valves (all of them), broken thermostat, broken windshield wiper fluid, shattered windshield, bald tires, new tires, and another coolant flush.

Aside from all these repairs are the other broken things that I just live with. Pretty much everything underneath the hood is rusted. One of the headlights is cracked. The back window leaks when it rains. The roof and floor of the back window are molding. The left window is loose and I’m the only one that knows how to roll it up. The air conditioning seized up years ago. The windshields cracked. The water pump was leaking but stopped; the transmission fluid was leaking but stopped. The middle seat is broken. I have used patches, pliers, sealant, super glue, and duct tape. “Other than that she’s cherry!” I really should post a picture of my beautiful ford truck. It has such sentimental value which is good because otherwise it would be worthless.