What did I do this weekend?

My weekend has consisted of two things so far - going hiking and defrosting the apartment's A/C unit. Aren't you glad I posted a picture from the hike?

On the way to work yesterday...

I can laugh about it now. Misty and I had just gotten onto the Interstate on our way to work yesterday when we came feet away from being impaled by a flying tree limb. (Keep in mind I’m driving the new car – the one I haven’t even made a payment on yet.) Anyway, traffic is heavy as usual and we’re chatting at approximately 70 mph when, all of a sudden, the car in the lane left of us runs over a branch in the road. It bounces in our lane – right in front of the car – and flies over us. All of this happened in the span of about 3 seconds.

First thought: “What the…?”
Second thought: “That’s a big branch!”
Third thought: “Shit! It’s coming right at me and I have nowhere to go!”
Fourth thought (by the time the branch landed): “Motherf***ing log trucks!”

Go ahead and laugh. Not something that would have happened in California.

Besides the obvious insurance and registration...

• cell phone charger
• CD holder for visor (w/eclectic mix of CDs)
• maroon graduation tassel (for rear view mirror)
• painted dog tag from Woodstock99 (also for mirror)
• Road Atlas
• street map of Charlotte

Coming soon:

• lint brush
• flashlight

CAR GO ZOOM!

Pictures of the new car, as promised. I'm excited. The true test... ROADTRIP! Destination: Bowling Green, Ohio. When: Oct. 13-15. Purpose: Homecoming, which will involve eating, drinking and being merry with old friends. (There will not be eating or drinking in the car, but the jury's out on being merry.)

Now accepting non-perishable food donations...

‘Cause I’m going to be living off bread and water for the next several years. I bought a new car tonight. And when I say “new,” I don’t just mean new to me… I mean brand spanking new off the dealership lot. Wow. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it so I’ll fill everyone in tomorrow (and maybe post a picture or two.) It’s a little overwhelming. I… well… what I mean is... yikes!

He's a grizzly bear of a man.

Typically not my type, but I’ve reconsidered. Misty and I went to see Marc Broussard in concert on Saturday. He and his band mates put on one hell of a show. And I walked away with a little crush. Grrrrrr…

First of all, if you don’t know who he is, you will. VH1 named him a “You Oughta Know” artist, not to mention he already has quite the following. The Louisiana native – who credits his father (Boogie Kings’ guitarist Ted Broussard), Stevie Wonder, Brian McKnight and Prince as musical influences – has charisma and raw sex appeal. And that voice! The man has range – going from soul to rock to blues. When Misty asked me what I thought, the only way I could think to describe him was a grizzly bear. I swear… it’s a huge compliment! And how can you not love a man who sings barefoot on a red shag rug? I say again, “Grrrrrr…”

(The other acts that night deserve a mention too. Kudos to the The Gabe Dixon Band and Sons of William on a great job.)

If that’s not it, then what the hell do I have tattooed on my ass?!?!

I’ve been thinking about getting my third and final tattoo so I did some research and found out something interesting. So I always thought I had the Chinese symbols for “strength” and “determination” tattooed on my lower back. Strength (left) is a common character so no problems there, but while looking up determination I realized that’s NOT what I have. In actuality, I have the symbol for “will” (above right) – as in “of free will.” Thank God I’m OK with that. I’ll definitely pay more attention this time around.

My sissy, Kylie, and her fiancé are coming down for the weekend to visit before they go onto Myrtle Beach. I’m excited because she’s the last one from the immediate family not to have seen the new place. (Plus, I finished the dining room curtains so I want to show them off.) I’m not sure what we’ll be doing (they’re not much for preplanning), but it should be fun.

Misty’s dog, Alex, comes to me when he wants to play fetch. I know it’s petty, but HER dog would rather play with ME. Take that!