Sorry

I have so many pictures to post on here and write about, but I just never seem to have time. Sadly, when I do, I don't have the tools to do so. I will do so as soon as I figure out all this and have some time. A lot has happened in the last few months, and I'm sure my rabid readers are just sweating with anticipation to hear about.


Laurel

Truths

Not for the faint of heart.

Here's a few things you may or may not know about me that aren't "kosher" in some circles...

1. I laugh at jokes that some (ahem, most) people
would find offensive or sick. Example:

2. I hate, and I mean HATE or for lack of a better word, ABSOLUTELY LOATHE the sound children singing. ESPECIALLY songs such as "Jesus Loves the Little Children" and "Jesus Loves Me." Why? It could be that the combination of their terrible harmonizing skills and badly written songs just "strike a bad note" with me, but it's time you know this.

3. Chewing gum is disgusting. It is both repugnant and repulsive. I just thought you should know how I really feel. Avoid doing it in my presence, because I won't be listening to a word you're saying, I'll just be counting the seconds until you spit (another nasty habit) that shit into the trash. Honestly, I'm just trying to out these things now, just so I don't randomly blow up on you on one of those "last straw" days...

4. For some reason I do not find children's everyday achievements........ interesting. " Look! He/she can read!" Well, frankly, in this society, he/she has to learn sometime to survive. It's a necessity and everyone needs to learn.
"Ohh he/she can eat with a fork now!! Isn't that cool? Isn't that neat!?!" No, no, it's not. Whether or not he/she can eat with a fork is not a concern of mine.

5. I swear like a sailor. Some of you know this, and I know who finds it disagreeable and who doesn't. Please note that those of you who don't like it should note that I do TRY VERY HARD not to do it in your presence. Be thankful. Now I've heard all the arguments against the swearing, and I have one thing to say. For the Christians I know, swears are MAN'S INVENTION. The only swear to God is taking the Lord's name in vain. Also, if you use words like, "poo" or "darn" or "fudge" in place of so-called swear words, it's just like saying the word! You mean the same thing, whether or not you use the word itself or not doesn't matter, what matters that you meant in the "wrong" way. Consider that.

6. I know I'm not always easy to get along with. I have a hard time dealing with myself sometimes so I feel your pain.

7. I am an independent. Politically speaking. Wanna know who I'd vote for? A horses ass, because it would do better to have something that can't make any decisions in office than someone who is incompetent in office or a figure head/pawn. Just my opinion.

8. I find nothing wrong with porn or erotic literature. That's just my opinion.

9. I find nothing wrong with gays/trannys/homosexuals/hermaphrodites. Except the ones with OBNOXIOUS lisps they didn't previously have....

10. I find only one thing wrong with weed. It makes people a bit unproductive, and some more than others. On the other hand, it helps some with social disorders and depression. Use responsibly, that's all I can say, not while you're driving, and not while you're working.

I suppose that's enough shock for one day.

Laurel

Much to Blog About

I moved.

I got a job.

I got a parking ticket. (my first!)

I found and apartment.





More to come.

Brillant

More to Come.

Laurel

5K Dog Walk for Monroe County Humane Societies

Meant to be posted June 10th, 2011. (day of the race).

Even though I have stopped running again (mainly due to depression) I decided to run/walk with Elvis on this dog walk. I also managed to convince my friend Becca and her dog Egor to come with us.

So here's the group of about 100-150 people and their dogs waiting for the signal to start. I think Elvis had a crush on that little boxer toward the right in the first picture. He kept looking at her, nudging me and looking at me, then looking back at her... As if to say, " Pretty nice, eh? Why don't we go over there?"



And they're off!!!

Here's my view of Elvis.
To the right of us we see Becca and Egor.


Overall, it was pretty nice, not too hot and it didn't rain until the end. I had some severe certain (monthly) cramps that prevented me from making it to first, so we just brought up the rear, or as
my brother calls it DFL.


The award for biggest dog doesn't go to Elvis as Becca and I thought, but to these two GIGANTIC Great Danes... Like a head taller than Elvis.


Here we are after the race, waiting for the prizes that were being drawn. Becca won a free oil change. I didn't realize this until later, but doesn't Becca look like Elvis is about to eat her?! Classic.


Elvis was fine until I did this.... he was like, "Laurel!! Not in front of the boxer!!!" Even the lady behind us was embarrassed by the PDA.


After the race Becca and I split a pizza and gave some of the crusts to Elvis and Egor.
I also found out that day that Elvis LOVES Corn Nuts and their loud crunching properties.

Laurel

Tidbits of Iowa Culture 2

I have seen some curious things in the past month and here's a few I've taken pics of.


Here we see an Amish cart with horses parked at the local Pamida. When I came back out of the store all that was left was two large steaming piles in the middle of the parking lot.


The Amish strike again in this ridiculous picture! A couple Amish men and their sons pile out of this Lincoln. This alone is hilarious, but why on earth do they have that decal on the grill? These Amish are livin on the edge, and they like their Lincoln grills raunchy. "An Amish with a 'tude, you know that's unheard of!"

















I have seen this common mode of transportation frequently, but only just have managed to capture it. It seems Iowans have decided that riding lawn mowers are the best way to get around in town. I've seen them driven to the post office, the grocery store, Pizza Hut, and my personal favorite, the local tavern. Here's one now on his way back from the gas station at which he filled up and purchased a doughnut.

This next picture is sadly blurry, much like the infamous Sasquatch picture. This photo is of a man with VERY peculiar side burns.... his are not vertical, but horizontal and in the center of the side of his face. He was in Centerville, IA, and was walking while muttering about "the margarine... the margarine..."

I've included another picture of what he would have looked up close to give you a better idea.

Very odd...

Lastly, I wanted to include my Uncle's awesome set up for his wireless headset...
A very clever use of painter's tape and a zip-tie. Just awesome.












Laurel

PERMED

So, on a completely random whim, I permed my hair. When I first looked into the mirror after wards my expression went from this:
to this:

to questioning disgust:
to asking god "Why?":
to attempting to pull it strait:
to using humor to cover up true feelings:


Then this happened.


Yeah, that just happened.


Laurel

P.S. I think I'll keep the curls after all...

I am Ridiculous

Play "Hair" by the Cowsills while reading this blog post.

My mother has recently started a blog about training two horses for a co-worker.
The link is as follows:

http://30dayride.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-one-deliverance.html

READ I command you!

So since we had this giant 46 inch or so matted chunk of tail, I had to be ridiculous with it.

This a progression of me attempting the lift the massive thing.
Double Click to see a larger version.

It was over 4 feet long!!




At this point I just started wagging it around like a sword and then mom happened to get a shot of this:

Me challenging my cat with a sword of hair.

Needless to say I've lost my mind. Also my attire for this entire experience was terribly selected as well, but they are my grunge clothes for work.


Laurel

2 Bulls

This is my new art piece. Hope you like it.


Laurel

Boredom = ?

This is what boredom wields. A poorly drawn Admiral Ackbar on your stomach.

I spent a lot of the rainy afternoon making hilarious comments ending in his catch phrase:

"IT'S A TRAP!!"

and humming the music playing during that scene.

Examples,
"Don't drink that spoiled milk, it's a trap!"
"Don't use the upstairs bathroom, to take a crap!!"
"Don't sit down on that chair, there's a tack!"

Well, I thought it was hilarious....


Laurel


Ohh another thing, look up "Admiral Ackbar" in Google Image Search. You'll find some hilarious photos! Thank me later.

LAZERfest 2011

The Line-Up: http://www.lazer1033.com/LAZERFEST-2011---Line-Up/9156225

So I originally wasn't going to go, but then I decided that I haven't gotten to do anything really "fun" just for me in a pretty long time. That and I haven't been to a concert/music festival since Cornerstone 2009, so I was jonesing for a live music performance.

The order of bands I was most excited about was this:

1. Queensryche

2. Three Days Grace

3. Black Label Society

4. Seether

I listened to Seether a lot in Jr. High and early High School so I had a few fond memories of them. They played almost all of the songs I wanted to hear from their album "Disclaimer." They also did a cover of Nirvana's "Heart Shaped Box" which was surprisingly really well done and very close to the original. About 65% of the audience were people my age, and I found it funny that a vast majority sang along to that song... you see, they only know it from Guitar Hero 2. That was a tad lame, but I still liked the performance.

Well for those of you who don't know, Black Label Society was a band formed in the late 90's by Zakk Wylde who was formerly the lead guitarist for Ozzy Osbourne. I hadn't listened to them very much myself, but I'd heard them on the radio and such and thought they were pretty decent. That and it would be awesome to see Zakk Wylde live and see his awesome guitar skills in action. (Please note that I DO NOT like Ozzy Osbourne, I liked him in beginning and in Sabbath, but he got.... kooky to be nice.)

I think I've always like several of Three Days Grace's songs, you know I'd turn them up on the radio, but I never "bought" and album or went out of my way to listen to them. I do really like "Pain," "Animal I Have Become," and of course, "Riot." I also like the lead singer's story of how after the first album the band realized he had an addiction to a drug (not sure what.. Oxi-something) anyway they sent him to rehab and while he was getting sober he wrote the lyrics to several of the songs, two of which, "Pain," and "Animal.." were on the album they published after that I believe was called "One X" or something like that. Good story.

They aren't supposed to play "Riot" at concerts anymore, because actually go pretty insane and literally cause a "Riot." It's happened before. So at the concert, people were chanting "Riot" when the lead singer asked for what the crowd wanted to hear and he told us that due to "security disagreements" and "technically difficulties" or some such, they couldn't play it. So then several people said, "Freedbird," and he said they didn't know how to play it. Then someone said, "Stairway to Heaven," and the lead guitarist started playing it, and he just started to sing along to it a little, and then he just said, "Ohh, Fuck This! WE'RE GONNA PLAY RIOTTTTTTT!!!!"

Everyone went INSANE. It was awesome! I was jumping up and down and waving my Satan's Horns around. [If you aren't sure what I mean, I've included a picture of Dio doing it, and for all of you who don't appreciate Dio as you should, HE was the on who started that. That's why he rocked so hard. Rest in Peace Dio!]




Then when they played "Animal..." the lead singer climbed up the side of the stage, which was insane, because it had been raining for like half of the day! He climbed all the way to the top where the tent was and sang from up there, and then after" Animal...." was almost done, we all just chanted until he got down. It was awesome.


Of course the band I wanted to see the most, Queensryche, didn't get to come because the plane they were on had some serious difficulties and such and they couldn't make it in time. Which really sucked.

On a side note, TicketMaster, where I bought my ticket, told me that if I brought my receipt and all the necessary evils (DL and such) then I could get my ticket at the event, but when I got there, there wasn't a TicketMaster booth or what have you. So I was screwed.

I tried to explain it to one of the staff, but they just told me, "No ticket, you can't get in." I thought at that point I would be thrown off of the blimp... but luckily I was on solid ground.
{ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o39ZuGNaGVg }
At that point my hair was down, I wasn't wearing my glasses, and I was just wearing my moto. canvas jacket. So I put my hair up, put on my glasses and my trenchie, and went to the other side of the row of event staffers taking tickets. When the ones nearest to me were busy, I just walked in.

You can now tell me how bad-ass I am. :D

I kinda wish I hadn't bought my ticket now, because if I knew the security was so lax, I would have been able to save the $56 I spent on the ticket... but ohh well, I'm just glad I got in!

I think in total it cost me $70 for the gas and ticket, but that's not bad for all the bands I got to see and such. Not as awesome as Cornerstone, but still pretty wicked.

Since it rained so much at the beginning there was about 4 inches of solid mud that was everywhere so by the time it was over, there was mud all over my trench coat, messenger bag, Dr. Marten's, and face/hair.
I've included a picture of my shoes, one after LAZERfest, and one after 30 minutes of scrubbing. I say, "Worth the Cleaning!"

All in all it was fun, and just in case you're wondering where I got the money, my mother gave it to me in advance for replacing the deck.

It's hard earned... or " [It] will be..... [it] will be... (said in a Yoda voice)

Laurel

The Subaru's First Mishap and It's NAMING

A little while back the windshield wipers stopped working on the Subaru. Before I would drive the 12 hour drive I need to fix them. So I checked around all that until I deducted that the windshield wiper motor was fried.

Hmmm.... that was on of the exactt problems with my Phoenix as well and I had to replace that too (with my Uncle Sonny's help of course).

Anyway, to sum up my not so exciting adventure, I went to a junk yard pulled a "new" one off myself from a 1993 Subaru Legacy, paid $19.99 for it, and put it in the car. All in a day's work.


Here I am, excited that I am done with the work, and happy I knew mostly how to do it. As you can see, I have grease and grime on both my hands and face.

In other news, THE SUBARU HAS OFFICIALLY BEEN NAMED!!!!!!!!!!!!

GIMME MAGNUS

Green
Irish
Mean
Machine
Extreme

Maximum
Awsometacular
GNarly
Uber
Subaru

Exhausting to remember?
Yes.

Bad-Ass and awesome?
Yes.

Totally worth the hours I put into thinking of it?
Probably not.

Laurel

Trannys, Wiggers, Vacuums, and the Fuzz

For two weeks I worked as a Kirby Vacuum canvasser and salesman.


I tried to sell the Kirby Sentria.

Needless to say, it didn't work out, I ended up quitting after 2 weeks for a whole ton of different reasons. But the experience was something I defiantly document.

My first and second of "training" they kept you in the dark about exactly what you were doing and what your wages would be. The third day they finally told us that we would be selling Kirby's door to door and the next half the group was gone.

Also on my third day, a TRANNY stole my wallet. His/Her name was Tina, he/she was older, and looked anorexic. You might be asking yourself, "How do you know she/he was a tranny? It could have been a really ugly older lady.."

Let me put it this way, the predominant Adam's apple and a bulge in his/her pants told me.

Anyway, I know it was her/him, because after thoughtful consideration of the situation, and examination of the facts surrounding the issue, it couldn't have been anyone else. The shitty part of it was that my manager and everyone else didn't care at all! It was fucking ridiculous! They insisted that we were all a "family" and we need to "look out for each-other" but only 2 people helped me look around for it and such.

The forth day we all drove to Denver, I was supposed to "shadow" Cynthia, a kind black lady who called me "Boo". Unfortunately, the leader of the group decided to just throw me into a house.

I sold it. It was to a very attractive Mexican maid who's niece who was there visiting taught me how to say, "Wolverines are awesome" in Spanish.

"Glotones son impresionantes!"

Unfortunately, she didn't have ANY credit and the financing company who works with the Kirby company declined her. To a Kirby salesperson, this is called "DNLing."

Directly after that, I was shoved into another house, and I spent 2 hours in there, and sold that one too. It DNLed as well. Plus I didn't get home until 1:30 AM.

The daily schedule was as such:

Be there are 8:00.
Morning meetings and prep. until 11:30 pm.
Gas up and get lunch.
Drive to suburban location and attempt to sell.
Stop knocking on doors at 9:00 PM.
Get back to "base" at 10:00-11:00 PM depending on if someone got in just before 9.
Drive home.
Get back to Lin's at 12:00-1:00 PM.

I did this for two weeks.

So to shorten this blog post, I will recount the events by the days they happened.


DAY 4:
I begin canvassing. (knocking on doors) I am screamed at by an older woman who was making spaghetti sauce for dinner, who had it in her hand when she answered the door, and who decided to throw the scalding hot substance at me for being so rude as to knock on her door.
I suffer minor burns to my right forearm.


DAY 5:
I decide that the main professional canvasser in my van is a whiny emo Mexican boner, who is both rude, untactful, and has a face full of metal with a gay-ass hair cut. These are all accurate adjectives to describe this douche.

DAY 6:
I am kicked out of the house by and very angry, butch but petite, lady. She had a cat named Lego.

DAY 7:
I do 3 demos for 3 houses. The first kicked me out in the first 20 minutes because "I was talking to damn long." The second booted me, "because the neighbors invited us over for carrot cake and we HAVE to go RIGHT NOW!"
The third absolutely reeked of pot and the lady I was doing the demo for was obviously high as a satellite. Needless to say there were no sales.

DAY 8:
A wigger steals my MP3 player. For those of you who don't know what a "wigger" is, I have taken a definition from Urban dictionary to help you.

Wigger: A pejorative term for a Caucasian adolescent ("white" person) who mimics the language, dress and mannerisms of black ghetto kids.

This picture depicts wiggerism at it's worst.

DAY 9 - 12:
Completely uneventful, no sales. Although at this point I had memorized the horrid and obnoxious "Kirby Song" which we all had to sing every day.

Hail hail the gang's all here
Gonna sell the kirby
Yes we sell the kirby

Hail hail the gang's all here
Gonna sell the kirby now

Hey!

Kirby will shine tonight,
Kirby will shine

Kirby will shine tonight, all down the line,

Kirby will shine tonight,
Kirby won't that be fine,

Sun goes down, moon goes up,
Kirby will shine.

Hey hey hey hey hey heyyyyy!

I got that kirby kirby spirit up in my head
Up in my, up in my head

I got that kirby kirby spirit up in my head
Up in my head to stay

I got that kirby kirby spirit down in my feet
Down in my feet, down in my feet

I got that kirby kirby spirit down in my feet
Down in my feet to stay

I got that kirby kirby spirit deep in my heart
Deep in my heart, deep in my heart

I got that kirby kirby spirit deep in my heart
Deep in my heart to stay

I got that kirby kirby spirit all over me
All over me, all over me

I got that kirby kirby spirit all over me
All over me to stay

I got that kirby kirby spirit up in my head
Down in my feet, deep in my heart

I got that kirby kirby spirit all over me
all over me to stay!

CUZ WE ARE?
POSITIVE!
WHAT DO WE NEED?
SALES!
WHEN?
NOW!
WHY?
MONEY!

The thing that pissed me off the most of this, that this song is a rip off of like 4 old songs that most people don't know about. It's pretty stupid.

DAY 14:
We decide to go to a small town near the outskirts of Colorado Springs. We hit about 10 houses, one of which possessed qualities similar to Buffalo Bill's from Silence of the Lambs. As we stop to get gas at a tiny gas station. We are surrounded by several cop cars. The previously mentioned emo boner starts freaking out saying that he has a warrant out for his arrest and is worried that he will be carted off to jail. Amused, I make some comment about how even jails have frequent cases of.... ahem, unwanted physical "attention," and he gets even more emotional. (insert evil and satisfied laughter in my mind here) A very pissed off looking female trooper comes up and asks for all of our licenses and looks irritated when I don't have mine and explain that it was stolen. Another trooper comes up the other side and opens the sliding doors. I try to look innocent and friendly as our team leader explains what were doing.
The officers tell us that we have to get a daily permit from the courthouse of the town every day that we want to try and sell in this town. Then they tell the wigger (the one that stole my MP3 player) in the back seat that HE has a warrant out for HIS arrest and explain they are too "lazy" (yes they said lazy) to arrest him and take him to Denver, so he should fix the issue for he meets a cop who is not lazy.

I end up going to the tiny malt shop across the street from the gas station, getting a small malt, and I must say, that is one of the best malts I've had in a long, long time even though I ate it too fast and got sick.

DAY 15:
I contract a 101 degree temperature, I still go to work. My new phone I got for my birthday breaks when a fat girl on our team sits on it.

DAY 16:
I still have a 101 degree temperature and as I was doing a demo I become violently ill, run to her bathroom, and hurl all over the nice lady's wall I was doing the demo for. I frantically try to clean the wall before she decided to see what was taking me so long.
Later, when we stopped to get gas, I hurled all over the toilet in the gas station. Tired and weak, I simply left and hoped that a janitor would find it before a customer did.

DAY 17:
Still possessing a fever of 100, I go to work again.
After leaving a set of town houses after getting the boot, I sit on a curb waiting for my team to pick me up. A group of children around 10-12 wander up to me, they start talking to me, bugging me, and mocking me. A lanky black kid begins kicking me in the shins as a pig-faced fat kid tries the steal my equipment. A small girl spits at me as I begin swearing and taking swipes at them. The pig faced kid (who looked remarkable like Chunk from the Goonies) pipes up, "YOU'RE FAT!"
I am appalled. "You're fatter!" I yell back at him. He looks shocked. (because he knows it to be true the fat little bastard)
Another child starts throwing rocks at me from afar.
At this point I feel my ass being grabbed and whip around, and see a short boy who has a resemblance of Spanky from the Little Rascals, grabbing at my ass.
I shove him away and start shouting "Stop it! Stop it! Fucking KNOCK IT OFF!!"
At this point my shins are bruised, my arms are scratched by one of the children who got a hold of my arm, my ass is violated, my patience is gone, the back of my head throbbing from a very well thrown rock, and my feelings are VERY hurt from being called fat by an obese child.
Right at the point that I start spewing a few select swear-spattered strings of insults, my van pulls up. I throw the Kirby in the van and dive in yelling, "You'll get your payback some day you little assholes!!"


DAY 18:
Late at night (9 PMish) I get thrown last minute into a townhouse. The couple is young, the man is in the army, the woman in a VERY low cut top that I find extremely distracting for the duration for the entire experience.
I do the demo like normal and then I get to the part about the "indestructible" hose, he says, "Can I try to break it?" I say, "Of course" because this happens and it's always been fine.
I go to the bathroom while he plays with it. I come out. It's broken. I'm thinking "how the hell?" He apologizes, and I try to continue my demo. She keeps asking him what he wants for dinner. They get into an all out fight/verbal brawl. Meanwhile I'm still trying to do my demo.
I'm wanting to do the mattress test, which is where you vacuum the edge of someone's mattress with the Kirby in "hand-held mode."
Turns out they don't have a bed and they sleep on the couch. I try to do it on there, but I can't make my point. Then he goes in the other room and grabs his guitar and comes back in an plays while I'm trying to do my demo. He BLOWS at the guitar. I think to myself this going to be a bad night, I'm not going to make the sale (mainly because he broke the indestructible hose) and then he asks me if I play. I say yes, and he insisted that I play something for him. I play the intro to "Thunderstruck" by ACDC and they just stare. (little do they know it's REALLY EASY)
Then I go back to trying to sell the damn Kirby. She gets pissy again about "what the hell they're going to have for dinner." Then goes and puts a pizza in the microwave. They continue fighting, with me trying to calm them down when the pizza is done. The pizza comes out, then all hell breaks lose. She goes INSANE about how he doesn't appreciate her and blah blah blah. Then she cuts up the pizza, and THROWS a big piece at him. He ducks and it hit the wall in a shower of hot sauce.
She chucks another piece at him, it hits me. I yell in pain as it burns my shoulder.

This is when my team leader comes in.

He is shocked and then he calls in the emo boner, and the other guy I like to think of as "The Bald Headed Young Salesman with Johnny Depp-Like Charisma." They look shocked as well both at the splatter of sauce on the wall and myself, and the broken hose.
The BHYSWJDLC decides to dive into a mini-demo, and shows them a few things as I decide that I'm starving and eat the pizza covering my arm. I burn my mouth on it and mutter, "It burns us!!" Everyone starts laughing at me. This phrase becomes the phrase my team will use to torment me until I quit.

We end up selling the Kirby in that house, but then they didn't make any payments so it was repo-ed.

After a few more days of this carnival of bullshit, lies, and me getting repeatedly burned with various tomato sauces. I quit.

Although I didn't give you ALL the details, I did give you the shining highlights. All I can say is, DON'T TRY THIS.

To sum it up, I made not a dime for all my work, I no longer have my wallet and MP3 player, and I felt so sick and exhausted by the end, I was pulled over by a cop (see previous blog post) who thought I was drunk and got a court order.

Don't get me wrong, if I had $2,700 to spend on a Kirby I would get one, as they are the best on the market.
I also learned that Dysons are horrid machines, I would recommend a cheap-ass Eureka over a Dyson any day.

Hope you enjoyed and were saddened by my stories, as I was.


Laurel

Bad Boys, Bad Boys, Whatcha Gonna Do?

I was recently pulled over by the fuzz. I also recently had my wallet stolen.... two unfortunate happenings that occurred in the same week... great, just great.


Here's the back story.. I had been working for Kirby (more volunteering than working) for the past week and a half. I worked myself to death for 14 hours a day at that time, catching a fever of 101 and keeping it for the last 3 days of my employment there plus several days after. (yes, I worked 14 hours a day with a fever... it's call work ethic!)

Needless to say, I was absolutely exhausted, and not to mention I had some terrible coughing and hacking fits every 10 minutes. It was about 11 pm, and I was just trying to get home as I drove in my miserable state down US-24.

I have a coughing fit, keep driving, I notice that a car has been closely following me for about 10 miles... I have another coughing fit... look behind me and notice that a police car is flashing its lights. I think to myself, "Ohh, I really need this..." and pull to the shoulder.

I look like this:

He comes up to the window holding this giant flashlight that is pointed right into my eyes, so I am temporarily blinded and of course my automatic reaction is that I want to see this person instead of a blinding light so I automatically say, "Will you hold that thing lower please?"

He doesn't lower it.

"Mam, you were wobbling all over the road, can I see your license, proof of insurance, and registration please?"

I say, "Actually I recently had my wallet stolen, which contained my license..." He cuts me off, " Let me see your registration and insurance then."

I reach into the glove compartment and find only my registration.... "ermm...." I say, "Just as second.."

I rummage around despairingly.


I can't find it.

"I don't know where it is.. I thought I put in right into the glove compartment.." I ramble on, " I'm so sick and exhausted, I've been working 14 hours a day at this new job...."

"Step out of the car please..." he cuts me off.

"What?!" I ask, bewildered.

"Step out of the car please.."

I get out of the car.

I notice he's a larger (as in chunky) officer with a yellow-blonde crew cut and a brown mustache. "Odd.." I think to myself...

"Hold your hands out strait across and put your finger to your nose."

"Hold on," I say, "I haven't been drinking, I swear." I state plainly, with my arms out-stretched.

"Put your finger to your nose."

I do it.

"Say your alphabet backwards."

I look at him incredulously.... "What?!! Nobody can do that anytime, certainly not me."

"You can start at Z."

I try to do it and fail horribly, "...Z, Y, X.....W.....V I think... Uhmmm"
I feel like a complete idiot.

"Just stop, please walk in a strait line putting one foot in front of the other."

I do so.

"Clearly you aren't inebriated.." He looks proud for using a big word, "Please get back into your vehicle and wait while I process this."

I get back in... humiliated and feeling like a dumbass.

I wait what feels like a half an hour, and he comes back. He tells me that since I don't have proof of insurance I have to "wait my turn" and go to court at the appointed time (June 2, 10 am) or else I'll get a warrant put out for me and I will go to jail. He gives me this paper.


And leaves, telling me to drive more carefully.












Later, as I'm reading this thing, I notice this:




My driver's license has the weight 165 on it....
and my eyes are CLEARLY GREEN.

179?!?!???!?!?!? Ass.



Laurel

Holy Enchiritos Batman!

Because of this video, I really wanted to try an Enchirito, but unfortunately none of the Taco Bells I went to carried them.

If you don't know what an Enchirito is, here's the link to the official Taco Bell website description and nutritional facts about this fine specimen.

http://www.tacobell.com/menuitem/Enchirito

It's simple math really:

Enchilada + Burrito = Enchirito.

When I was in Colorado Springs a while back, I stopped at a Taco Bell to grab lunch, and BEHOLD! that Taco Bell carried them. So I ordered one.


Here's a picture of it before I opened the box.


Here's the actual Enchirito.

In all honesty I think it was pretty good, and was SMOTHERED in sauce, but I think it was a little small for (I think it was) $2.35.
But, it was another amazing Mexican cuisine adventure, so that was awesome!

If you want to try an Enchirito, here's the Google Map of the location I know for sure has them:

http://maps.google.com/maps?q=taco+bell+on+acadamy+colorado+springs,+CO&oe=utf-8&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&hl=en&tab=wl


Laurel