Why I like garages

I like to hang out in garages. I am a smoker, so for the most part it is statistically proven by myself, that most garages are smoker friendly. That is a plus right off the bat. There are all types of garages. They vary in theme, contents, space, comfort and atmospheric appeal. I like garages full of collectibles, unidentifiable items and just stuff. The more clutter, the better I like it. I feel like there is something ready to be used at all times. Things are just waiting around to be tossed into a cloud of chaotic life. The typical garage is full of money savers for the owner, friends and random people who may need that chair that has been in the corner for 12 years, 5 days, 67 hours and 31 minutes. You can have a garage sale, a garage band or even a garage party. I always feel at one with the garages I frequent. The garage is always full of possibilities!

The Guinea Pig remembered me

I was relieved, you can even say that I was filled with joy! For tonight, the guinea pig showed me affection. I'm camping out with my cousin and his family and they have a guinea pig that I call pig. I don't know what his real name is, I don't think anyone knows for that matter. We all just call him pig. He's never really introduced himself. He use to live in the kitchen and every time the refrigerator door would open he would squeal and ask politely for a carrot. He loves those hard, tasty baby carrots. I enjoy feeding him carrots. He can be quite aggressive with that carrot, but in my heart I know it is because he loves them so much. Pig sure knows how to love. I didn't think he would remember me after a few months, I really didn't. He must of remembered those late nights I would hold him to my chest as he shivered with fear. I always gave him carrots. Tonight I walked to his cage in his new home in the garage and I said to him, "hello pig". He did not dart away and hide in his house, instead he came to the wire and sniffed my fingers as I stroked his bean like head with my index finger. At first I thought this was only in anticipation of a carrot, but then I quickly realized that he hung around the whole time. I think we were bonding again. Oh how I missed the guinea pig!

Male Enhancements at the Kum and Go

Traveling about in a Grand Marquis with velvet red interior this past Tuesday, I made a pit stop for a diet coke at the local Kum and Go in Joplin, Missouri. Yes, I have been there a few times.

Did you know that you can purchase right there - at the very counter you pay for your gasoline- not only male enhancement pills for $2.99, but also WOMEN enhancements as well? Looking back, I'm totally in disbelief of my own reaction that day. I was standing right there at the counter in the Kum and Go, and yet I could not believe my eyes. I'm wondering if they really work? Exactly what are they enhancing? If I was really curious and wanted to know more about this product - would it have looked odd if I were standing there reading the fine print on that small little package? I wonder if I know anyone that would admit to actually taking them? I'm totally going to ask around.

I wanna be a billionaire!!!

He wrote the song for me. He sings it to me on the radio. I'm so ignorant of main stream music that I don't know who even sings it. I just know that we could be the best of friends - especially if he gets his wants before mine. I want to do nothing all day and I want to stay up all night. I want to wait 20 more years before a child comes out my vagina. I want a nanny before it even gets here and I want a really nice baby shower. I hope that I can still drink 6 to 8 liters of diet coke a day and smoke 2 packs of cigs. I will drink orange juice in the morning. If I were a billionaire all this would be possible. I guess I should make sure that my plans aren't evil. I'm watching the history channel and according to several Americans and history documentation Hell doth exist! I must give some of those billions away. I would be ok as a millionaire!

Irate Garage Saler vents on Craigslist!

TRADER JACKS Rocks, but don't you dare sell something that needs repaired or doesnt work at your garage sale or flea-market. Check out the posting I found under the garage sale section here in Pittsburgh, PA.

My kids save their money and we go yard saling and to trader jacks in brisdgeville...I am so sick of them buying toys and games and when we get home to put batteries in it they dont work...I frequent trader jacks every weekend, so if i see you i will get my kids cash back and u can have your broken peice of shit...this disgust me, are you that hard up for a few bucks????? if you sell me something at your yard sale, seriously..I have your address, lol..i will come back, yes for a buck, its a buck, my kids earn their buck, with chores....ok, all sales are final but how about i stand in front of your house and tell your neighbors why I am there????? or go to the flea market and tell other people your stuff is junk???? I got time sweetie, all the time in the world, STOP RIPPING PEOPLE OFF..the thing that put me over the edge was this sunday my son got a bop it at trader jacks for 2 bucks, well, it doesnt work, they overcharged and sold him a broken toy...I will be there to see you this wekend.......BRIGHT AND EARLY!!

McDonald's -Zanesville, OH

I was driving through Zanesville, OH last night. Stopped by the local McDonald's. Got a little gas from across the street and purchased some diet coke. I bought a McChicken, a McDouble and a small fry. The ever so cheerful order takerer said that will be $3. I said no tax? Why is that the government does not want money for giving me the privilege of being able to purchase this food? He responded in a memorized speech about the state of Ohio and food tax. The only thing I heard was "No taxes on things deemed a necessity". It is now NECESSARY for me to have all these wonderful tasting fast food items. I pay for my food and then I move on over to the second window. I'm greated by the same order takerer in the back. I was there for ever. The food wasn't fast. I finally get my food and he smiles at me and says "sorry for the wait, but I gave you a large fry instead for your wait". I was excited and said "thank you", very enthusiastically. I drove a few feet and thought to myself how they should have given me the whole meal for free. I get back on the highway and stick my hand in the sack, grab a handful of fries and shoved it in my mouth. I was starving and ready to eat anything. It tasted so strange. I thought I had a salt packet in my mouth, so I gave it a few more chews and then investigated it. All fries. I grabbed a few more - same thing. They were not salt packets, they were just some nasty, so very nasty fries! I will give the McDonald another chance or Im moving on to Burger King.

Driving during a tornado alert

I was driving to Carl Junction, MO last night and along the way I couldn't help but keep my eyes on the skies. I swooped down the highway swerving, praying with each glance that it really wasn't a funnel cloud I saw way, way over by those back clouds. I turned off my radio - they said tornadoes sound like a train when they are close. I just knew if I could hear it in time I could bail. Where do you hide from a tornado when you are driving down the road? I've seen the movie Twister - cars, trucks and cows get tossed around. The lightning was streaking across the sky and I felt some fear and anxiety. Why was I driving during a tornado warning? By the time I arrived to my destination I felt that I was one with nature and knew a little bit more about this storm because I had a personal encounter with it while driving down that highway. I am a storm chaser.