For YEARS I have been promoting Eddie Money and his music. FINALLY, Hollywood has gotten on board my Eddie Money, Take Me Home Tonight bandwagon and I couldn't be more excited. Seriously, I think I let out an involuntary squeal when I saw this video.
This is probably what love at first sight feels like.
We all knew this day would come. The day when I regretted buying my Civic. Show of hands though, who knew it'd be because of the sound the horn makes?
I'm not a violent person by nature. Sure I can mouth off when provoked and "accidentally" kicked Becca in the head that one time, but 50% of the time my gut reaction is not to strike. That is, unless I'm on the road. Suburban driving brings out the worse in me and it's like idiot drivers are bred here.
The two left lanes on north bound Antioch have been left turn lanes only, to west bound 435 for easily the last 2 years. Still, at least once a week there is some jackhole that "misses" the 18,000 signs telling them they are in a turn lane. Said jackhole then proceeds to hangout in the middle of the intersection, waits until I'm driving over the bridge at 40 mph and then tries to cut back into the lane, right in front of me.
My natural reaction to this is to ride their bummer and lay on my horn until it's time for me to turn into my condo complex in about 50 feet. How else will they learn?
With the Stratus, the sound produced by my horn matched what I was feeling and yelling inside my car. If that feeling were represented as a cartoon character it'd be Bluto, from Popeye.
However, in the Civic I now sound like Wade the Duck, from Garfield and Friends, wetting himself.
If the Dukes of Hazzard can have a custom horn, then so will I.
Bubba, Bubba, Bubba...where to begin? He and I didn't get off to the greatest start, it's a classic tale of sibling rivalry. He tried to sell me for a quarter to his classmate Michael Zerr at his 3rd grade, classroom Easter party. I'd make myself cry and blame it on him. He'd tie my shoes together in knots so that I couldn't get them untied. I invented the term "smiling me off" to get him in trouble.
I'm 4 years younger people, of course he sounds like the master of sister picking, it's hard for a kindergartner to think of good retaliations...they still make up knock knock jokes like "knock knock. who's there? ummmm....ear....HAHAHAHA!"
But somewhere over the years we started picking on the same people and it's been friendship ever since.
I ran like this at work this morning after two cups of coffee and a $5 dare (minus The Flash costume).
Erin = funniest boss ever. In tough economic times you gotta keep the work atmosphere light y'all.
Also, if you feel like you are a slow runner incorporate the "zoom zoom zooms" into your form, I think you'll find it makes you faster. I'm talking to you Kendahl Garrett! Bubba won't stand a chance in the next rematch.
I'm Erin. This is my blog. I'm not exactly sure what all I'm going to blog about, probably life, tv shows and procrastinating since those are where my main interests lie, but let's not pigeon hold this thing, right?