First, a question: What exactly are a friend's responsibilities to their best friend?
OK, time to move on. Got the new truck registered the other day. I was simply amazed it passed the emissions test here. You see, the company I work for (even though I would like to think it works for me!) refused to give me a decent raise, so they made up for it with a good deal on a second vehicle. Which is appreciated, but it costs about $150 to register and inspect it. And it adds about $600 a year to my insurance. And, it has 220,000 miles on it. It's in really good shape, and it is 4 wheel drive. But still. I suppose this gift horse should not be what I am looking at.
So, moving on again. My brother's family is more tumultuous than ever. Him and his wife (I dare not call her my sis-in-law) are trying to make everyone think the poor 16 year-old is an insane troublemaker. And Andrew isn't even from this marriage! He is from the relationship that ended the day before my brother began dating his now-wife. Weird. So they are trying to get him committed. And it isn't working. I wouldn't put it past my brother (a die-hard stoner) to plant something naughty in his own son's backpack and turn him in, simply to get rid of him. So this is a bit of drama. And my parents are coming out here to visit this summer with every intention of taking Andrew back East with them and never returning him. I only hope they do it like they say they will, filing a grievance and pressing charges, questioning the fitness of the household. It's a sad state when you find yourself wishing your only sibling would be incarcerated. But I do. He was never a good brother to me growing up. But that is a tale for another week.
Still trudging forward...The bar is calling me, and I am so hesitant to go. But I will. Just not tonight. It will do me good, to see some strangers, and some familiar faces. And even have a couple tall dark Guinnesses. It will do me very good. It has been weeks since I have had any. They make me smile. And they taste good. And they are filling! So no worries about over-indulging!
One of my favorite places to visit online is urbandictionary.com . They tell me that a friend is "Someone who stabs you in the front." Perfect. Or, "A common misspelling of enemy." Even better! Or, "An acquaintance that you CLAIM to like, but actually secretly hate them." Tasty. Fun to read and laugh at. Funny how we humans misuse words. Or mistreat people. or both.
Joke time. And it's kinda lame. But here goes: What do you call a dozen rabbits, walking side-by-side backwards?
A receding hare(hair)line.
Yep. That's it. Clean jokes are somtimes less funny than dirty ones But it still made me smile! Night to you all. Be well.
OK, time to move on. Got the new truck registered the other day. I was simply amazed it passed the emissions test here. You see, the company I work for (even though I would like to think it works for me!) refused to give me a decent raise, so they made up for it with a good deal on a second vehicle. Which is appreciated, but it costs about $150 to register and inspect it. And it adds about $600 a year to my insurance. And, it has 220,000 miles on it. It's in really good shape, and it is 4 wheel drive. But still. I suppose this gift horse should not be what I am looking at.
So, moving on again. My brother's family is more tumultuous than ever. Him and his wife (I dare not call her my sis-in-law) are trying to make everyone think the poor 16 year-old is an insane troublemaker. And Andrew isn't even from this marriage! He is from the relationship that ended the day before my brother began dating his now-wife. Weird. So they are trying to get him committed. And it isn't working. I wouldn't put it past my brother (a die-hard stoner) to plant something naughty in his own son's backpack and turn him in, simply to get rid of him. So this is a bit of drama. And my parents are coming out here to visit this summer with every intention of taking Andrew back East with them and never returning him. I only hope they do it like they say they will, filing a grievance and pressing charges, questioning the fitness of the household. It's a sad state when you find yourself wishing your only sibling would be incarcerated. But I do. He was never a good brother to me growing up. But that is a tale for another week.
Still trudging forward...The bar is calling me, and I am so hesitant to go. But I will. Just not tonight. It will do me good, to see some strangers, and some familiar faces. And even have a couple tall dark Guinnesses. It will do me very good. It has been weeks since I have had any. They make me smile. And they taste good. And they are filling! So no worries about over-indulging!
One of my favorite places to visit online is urbandictionary.com . They tell me that a friend is "Someone who stabs you in the front." Perfect. Or, "A common misspelling of enemy." Even better! Or, "An acquaintance that you CLAIM to like, but actually secretly hate them." Tasty. Fun to read and laugh at. Funny how we humans misuse words. Or mistreat people. or both.
Joke time. And it's kinda lame. But here goes: What do you call a dozen rabbits, walking side-by-side backwards?
A receding hare(hair)line.
Yep. That's it. Clean jokes are somtimes less funny than dirty ones But it still made me smile! Night to you all. Be well.
posted by Rich at 4/17/2004 06:00:00 PM
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