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Now I’m worried about Swampy’s arm and the top-down mechanisms. He should know us better than to leave us wondering if he is lying mangled in a car lot
There is a dark metallic gray with red leather interior 2005 ‘Stang sittin’ in my garage this morning. No, the 'Stang fairy did not leave it overnight, I bought it last night. I gotta go do all the tag stuff at some point, hopefully today since right now it looks sane at work. Like that won’t change! HAH! It’s purty. The red interior, which I really feared more than the leather, ain’t as red as my brain was imagining. I test drove it. Dealer guy let ACBG and me take it out by ourselves! I couldn’t believe that. So, I drove it around for about half an hour. I even let ACBG have a turn. Ain’t I sweet! When I pulled back in to Ford Town (dumb name!) I said to the guy, let’s deal. So we did. Then ACBG and I had to go back to my house cause we were in separate vehicles and come back to get the ‘Stang. We went ridin’ around for a while with the top down cause it was kinda nice out if a bit cool. I didn’t mangle anything putting the top up either. Now I have a car payment for 48 months, which actually won’t be that long cause knowing me I’ll get it paid off waaaaaay sooner.
It’s so purty and shiny!
ALL YA WANNA DO IS RIDE AROUND SWAMPY!
RIDE! SWAMPY RIDE!
Everybody sing! 
FCM convertible trucks don’t work. There’s no room for the gun rack. 
In the past two weeks I have bought a new computer and a new car toy. Somebody needs to hide my checkbook from me for a while, I think.
-swampbear (VROOOOOOM!!! VROOOOOOM!!!)
MUSTANG SWAMPY! DADER DADER DADER DAT! (That would be the saxes case anybody was wonderin’.) YAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY!!! Go bear, Go! You enjoy that nice new car! Does it have fat wheels? Any decals? I think you should get somebody to airbrush a big ol’ menacing bear head on the hood…or not. 
I wish I could see some constellations from where I live but there’s just too much light spranging up from O-Town. When I was a kid, way up in upstate New Yawk, we used to be able to see the Milky Way in the summer sky. And lotsa shooting stars. Nowadays, I have to content myself with the occasional night launch from KSC. But it’s all good.
fcm, what kinda questions did the investigator ask? Like spy kinda questions? :eek:
Tupug
Congrats on the car swampy!
Puggy no doubt you do a much better saxophone than ACBG. Last night while we were ridin’ around, he felt the need to do that at the top of his lungs. I asked him if he was about to hack up some kind of vital organ.
Thanks taxi, I’m really thrilled. Or out of my mind. Or both.
I done bought me a ‘Stang! I still have my truck and my blazer too. The swampcave is startin’ to look like a used car lot.
Congrats on the 'Stang Swampy. Convertibles are always fun.
Is it Friday yet? Oh, no, guess not…it’s only Thursday.
My lil’est sis is coming up from OR-EE-GONE tonight and wants to spend some time w/me. That’s cool. My Dad was trying to get us to come out and spend Saturday with them, but my daughter is marching in the Daffodil Parade so I have to be there. Plus there’s the painting still to be done and cleaning, and on and on and on and on. Sigh, so many commitments, so little time.
sigh
I always pictured you in an old convertible Caddy, like the one in To Wong Foo, swampy. Oh well, I guess a new Mustand will work.
But are any of 'em up on blocks Swampy?
Tell ya’ what, you just send that checkbook to me, an’ I’ll take care of it. Heck, I might even get me a 'Stang too, sos I can share in your fun. Wouldn’t that be grand?
Well, it’s my turn in the shower, I’ll come back and chat more later.
So… tired. Painted. Finished, except for small shelving unit that I’ll do tonight after work. Construction outside started at 6. Didn’t finish painting till 1 am. Quasi-Daughter left at 2. Attacks Husband stayed and chatted until 4. Mr. Lissar is asleep, so I can’t move furniture back in to the bedroom. The cats are very happy to be allowed back in to the bedroom.
Swampy, you have three cars? Wow. Dark red is an excellent colour. I am all dark red today with paint.
Caffeine.
Well, yeah, but one can’t always have one’s dream car can one? Besides, the 'Stang has red leather interior! Red! It’s f-aaa-buuu-lousss!!!
I guess if you’re going to buy a new convertable, Ford is as good as any of them.
Me, I’d worry about flipping the damn thing over and mussing up my hair. But that’s just me.
I hope you enjoy the new car, swampy.
So here it is Thursday already, and we’ve got no jokes and no fortune cookies. As a result, my week is all flumoxed up. Discombobulated, even.
Nah, she had a copy of the form I filled out on line, and she was verifying the information. Some had changed since I was still living in FL when I completed it, so I gave her the correct info.
There was one question that caught me off-guard, tho - did any of my former neighbors have anything against me? Well, I did have a neighbor in FL who was a flake, so I had to let her know about that. The woman was too cheap to pay a lousy $10 per month for garbage pickup (funny - she could afford her 2-pack a day habit) so she would sneak her trash bags on to my driveway after I left for work on trash day. I came home early one time and noticed all this extra trash, including a box from patio furniture that looked suspiciously like the furniture on her front porch… We asked her to quit, and I’m pretty sure she did.
Then a few months later, we had a sheriff’s deputy knocking on our door. Apparently psycho neighbor had a bunny in a cage in her unfenced back yard, and something got to it and killed it. She told the deputy she thought it was our dog. Lucky for us, the dog had had surgery on her back leg just a couple of days before and she was all bandaged and limping - otherwise, I don’t know what might have happened! My husband went over afterwards and asked her why she didn’t just talk to us instead of calling the sheriff (For a freekin’ rabbit!!!) - she never spoke to us after that. So I have no idea what she might say to an investigator about me.
Anyway, according to my boss, the powers that be (our admiral) is responsible for this sudden push to finish our clearances. But if we’re all cleared shortly, there’ll be a problem with where to put us - apparently there aren’t enough desks available in the cleared zones yet. We shall see what happens…
My taxes are done. I just need to assemble the packages (fed and state) and get them in the mail tomorrow. I’ve just done my civic duty and paid part of my own salary. Go, me!
Good news! The people I wanted to hurt, maim and go neener! neener! neener! at work earlier today I now like again. I am the very epitome of tolerance, decorum and behavior at work, am I not?
My younger brother has three cars and one is a “stang.” He is also 50+ and a bachelor. (He’s given up on marriage after three times figuring he’s just not good at it.) See, if ya don’t has offsprings what syphon alla y’alls disposable income, ya can affords some luxuries.
I just got done with a teleconference seminar on blogs. Now my head hurts. The principle is simple enough but applying it to clients isn’t. Plus it means I gotta start readin’ the durn things.
I have read the new Laurell K Hamilton. It is, quite surprisingly, even worse than the last one. Nothing happens, but boy does the heroine get lots of lovin’ from about thirty different guys. In a 250 page book. Yawn.
That’s what put me off the clan of the cave bear books. Once the chick and guy got together, that’s all they ever did. How many ways can you describe that anyway. I started feeling like a peeping Tom. “Oh, we just killed a mammoth…that makes me feel like boinking.” :rolleyes:
Is this car thing a middle-age guy thing? My brother, who turns 49 this summer, is planning to buy a Boxster. He’s already got a Miata and (I think) an Audi. He’s divorced, no kids, nothing to spend his money on but travel and golf and cars. Rough life, huh?
NOW you tell me!
:smack: :smack: :smack:
So…where is everybody? It’s not even 10 p.m. and the MMP is almost to the bottom of page 1!!! I’ll bet you’re all out cruisin’ in swampy’s new car.
Really dumb joke. I learned it when I was about 6. It still makes me giggle. (Warning: insect cruelty is involved.)
A scientist was charged with investigating how far fleas can jump with varying numbers of legs. So, there he stood, in his white labcoat, holding a clipboard, watching a flea.
He tells the flea to jump, and the flea jumps.
His note: Flea with 6 legs: 8 inches.
He pulls off one leg and tells the flea to jump. The flea jumps.
His note: Flea with 5 legs: 6 inches.
He pulls off another leg and tells the flea to jump. The flea jumps.
His note: Flea with 4 legs: 5 inches.
He pulls off a third leg and tells the flea to jump. The flea jumps.
His note: Flea with 3 legs: 3 inches.
He proceeds like this until he’s pulled off all its legs. (Ouch!) He tells the flea to jump. No reaction. He orders the flea to jump in a loud and forceful voice. Still no reaction. He yells at the flea: “JUMP, YOU STOOOPIT FLEA!!!” Once again, no reaction.
His note: Flea with 0 legs: deaf.
I think this is where I duck and run.
GT
K’ Swampy, where are the pics of this fabulous new car, hmmm? I wanna see it since it sounds so purty.
Whenever I would go to San Antonio for TDY I would go to this bar called Howl at the Moon. The whole point of this place was audience participation. There were two grand pianos nosed up against each other, plus a drum set and a gee-tar. Everybody sang along to the songs, and one of the songs we always sang was Mustang Sally. We’re going to have to change that song to Mustang Swampy now. Boy, typing that brings back some memories, we always had a ton of fun at that place. I wish they had a place like that up here.
Well, I weasled out of cooking tonight and ran down to Mickey D’s for dinner. I just didn’t feel like cooking, and frankly, if it weren’t for the hubby and kids I probably would have skipped dinner tonight.
Well, I need to do some laundry. Oh, who am I kidding? I do laundry every night, but it just never seems to disappear. I want a laundry fairy to come do all my laundry, fold it, and put it away. Maybe if I scrunch my eyes tight enough and wish, REALLY, REALLY hard, it’ll happen. What do y’all think?