Twilight Zone

There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the waiting room at Ford of Kirkland.


The large door was open. The blue suited man motions for me to pull forward. The sign says to honk, so I do. The blue suited man grimaces. I turn off the truck and jump out, slamming the door hard. I speak to the long haired lady who asks me to show her what needs to be fixed. She asks for a number to call when the repairs were made. I tell her that I'm waiting.

She looks perplexed. She tells me it might take at least 3 hours. I tell her I have a book and iced tea. I'll be fine.

I move to the waiting area. The door slams behind me like a jail cell in a prison. This is going to be my home for the next few hours. I need to make myself comfortable. There are already people waiting there, each in their own chair. Some texting on their cellular devices, some having private conversations loudly with unknown persons. Some reading the provided reading material on the small side table.

I settle in with my book and tea. People come and go. A small Chinese man named Mel Burke reads a Marie Claire magazine article on make-up. When he sees that I'm looking, he hastily tosses the magazine aside choosing instead "Car and Driver".

A Mexican grandmother comes with her granddaughters. They begin watching the TV... on the Disney channel no less. The Wizards of Waverly place drones on for what seems like hours. The daughter of the grandma comes and hustles everyone out of the waiting "lounge". On their way out, one of the girls tries to open the car door to the mustang inside the showroom and sets off the car alarm. The alarm scares us to death and the honking continues for what seemed like hours.

I listen to the Deli lady gossip with the workers of the dealership. I learn more than I want about many of the people who spend their days selling cars.

I find my eyes getting heavy. The Suite Life of Zach and Cody has it's hold on me. I can't keep my eye lids open.

I feel a touch on my arm. It's the long haired lady. My truck is finished. I jump up eager to be out of the clutches of this "waiting room". I feel as if it almost had me, but I escaped just in time.

Random Tuesday Thoughts

• Seriously, people? If you decide you want to drive slow, that's OK with me. Just do it in the SLOW lane. That's why it was invented.
• Why does the GPS always take you on the weirdest, most non-direct route possible?
• When we bought our "new to us" truck, Ed decided to do the modifications that we had on our old '96: super hitch, camper tie downs, air bags, bug shield and mud flaps. As he was putting on the new super hitch, he realized that he couldn't get the spare tire down. We read in the manual on how to get the spare tire out, and it kept talking about this "key". Yes, internets, there is now a key for your spare tire. I say, if anyone wants that damn tire and can get underneath the truck and lift that sucker out of there, they deserve it. Seriously.
• Did you know that they made like 10-20 different spare tire keys for the 2008 F-350's? (We tried two of my brother's keys, one from his personal truck and one from his work truck and neither worked.)
• Did you also know that it will cost $108.00 to replace it?
• Did you also know that I totally threw a fit when the dealer said this, because, to me, that's part of the safety inspection, yo. Ya can't change a tire without the key. He told Ed to "look in all the cubby holes. It has to be there somewhere." When Ed called him back, he started some song and dance about it was at a consignment place before their's and he didn't know if he could get a key.
• There are a ton of Ford discussion websites that talk about this VERY problem. Apparently you can drill out the lock and then just use the jack to turn down the tire.
• In other news, we have a chickadee nest in our butterfly bush. At least one baby.
• I got absolutely nothing done today.
• And, I'm crabby.

Random enough for you?

Music Monday

Today I needed this song to motivate me. It was a long day with an even longer "to do" list which only has 4 things crossed off on it. Tiny bit disappointing.


Rage in the cage
And piss upon the stage
There's only one sure way
To bring the giant down
Defunct the strings
Of cemetary things
With one flat foot
On the devil's wing

Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living Dead Girl

Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living Dead Girl

Raping the geek
And hustling the freak
Like a hunchback juice
On a sentimental noose
Operation filth
They love to love the wealth
Of an SS Whore
Making scary sounds

Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living Dead Girl

Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living Dead Girl

Psyclone Jack
Hallucinating Hack
Thinks Donna Reed
Eats dollar bills
Goldfoot machine
Creates another fiend
So Beautiful,
They make you kill

Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living Dead Girl

Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living Dead Girl

Blood on her skin
Dripping with Sin
Do it again
Living Dead Girl

Blood on her skin
Dripping with Sin
Do it again
Living Dead Girl



~Rob Zombie: Living Dead Girl

Music Monday

A young Joe Elliot really does it for me.

"Foolin'"

Lady luck never smiles
So lend your love to me, awhile
Do with me what you will
Break the spell take your fill

On and on we rode the storm
The flame has died, the fire has gone
Oh, this empty bed is a night alone
I realized that long ago

Is anybody out there? Anybody there?
Does anybody wonder? Anybody care?

Oh, I just gotta know
If you're really there and you really care
'Cause baby I'm not

F-F-F-Foolin', Ah F-F-Foolin'
Not F-F-F-Foolin', Ah F-F-Foolin'

Won't you stay with me awhile

close your eyes don't run and hide
Easy love is no easy ride
Just wakin' up from what we had
Could stop good love from going bad

Is anybody out there? Anybody there?
Does anybody wonder? Anybody care?

Oh, I just gotta know
If you're really there and you really care
'Cause baby I'm not

F-F-F-Foolin', Ah F-F-Foolin'
Not F-F-F-Foolin', Ah F-F-Foolin'

I'm not foolin' myself, no no no


~Def Leppard

RTT- Catch-up Edition

• School is out, but summer hasn't officially started... Usually it starts July 5th. That's when the sun starts to appear. Everyone knows that it isn't summer unless there's sun, right?
• The kitchen remodel extravaganza is coming along. All cabinets are in, counter tops are on, new plumbing under the sink, old lighting is out and new lighting is in with holes from the old lighting patched, "texturized" and primed (painted today), plumber is coming tomorrow to plumb the gas line for the cook top, and I have a call in to the floor guy to make an appointment to come and lay the floor. I'll order the floor when I know he's coming. Then, install the dishwasher and the refrigerator. Last, Ron will come to finish the scribe molding. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. Thank goodness.
• Many projects are on the docket for summer. Garden, new sidewalk, muck out the office.
• I have a new camera (Nikon D90) named Nikon Nik. I've been playing a little bit with it, but I haven't been anywhere to actually take pictures. That's something that I REALLY want to do.
• We have one camping trip planned... Sand Camp at the end of August. I'm hoping that we go some other places as well.
• Ed's started his weekly skiing trips... he sends out an email to a large group of people. The first three to answer get to go. I haven't had to get up early yet, but I'm kind of looking forward to it.
• Shane's birthday was last week and we rode the motorcycles to the cemetery and then had dinner at the Yella Beak in tribute.
• I'm really looking forward to cooking with the new cook top and being able to cook some good healthy food.
• I took some GLAD training this week. I'm excited to see how I can apply it to science. It's hard, though because I'm teaching 5th grade science next year and I don't know the curriculum.
• I also participated in the 10 Tech conference that our district puts on. I took a classes on pod casts and how to make them, using photoshop elements, making wikis, and a bunch of other things. It's a great thing that our district does. We can learn lots of clock hours for free and we don't have to pay for the classes either.
• We're going to the NHRA drags in July. SO excited. We're going to take Teenie's son Ryan as he loves cars. Can't wait!!!!

OK. I think you're all caught up. There's some random for your Thursday (even though it's supposed to be Random TUESDAY Thoughts). More one the kitchen later. I have to upload the pics from the camera in order to post!

Tuesday Tune-age

So I heard this song this morning on VH1. And I really liked it. So, here you go. The first summer installment of Music Monday or Tuesday Tune-age. Actually, it's the first installment in a really long time. Enjoy.

Keep drinking coffee, stare me down across the table
While I look outside
So many things I’d say if only I were able
But I just keep quiet and count the cars that pass by

You’ve got opinions, man
We’re all entitled to ‘em, but I never asked
So let me thank you for your time, and try not to waste anymore of mine
And get out of here fast

I hate to break it to you babe, but I’m not drowning
There’s no one here to save

Who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died and made you king of anything?

You sound so innocent, all full of good intent
Swear you know best
But you expect me to jump up on board with you
And ride off into your delusional sunset

I’m not the one who’s lost with no direction
But you’ll never see

You’re so busy making maps with my name on them in all caps
You got the talking down, just not the listening

And who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died and made you king of anything?

All my life I’ve tried to make everybody happy
While I just hurt and hide
Waiting for someone to tell me it’s my turn to decide

Who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died and made you king of anything?

Who cares if you disagree?
You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died and made you king of anything?

Let me hold your crown, babe.

~"King of Anything"- Sara Bareilles