| My Bad Day This is where my car broke down last Saturday... Scroll your mouse over the pictures to read more. |
| At the corner of Auction Yard Road and Sunset Hills This was just a few days after we got it back from the shop where it had work done on the transmission. |
| I sat for quite a while, waiting for someone to give us a ride. This left me with lots of time to think and let my mind wander...always a good thing, although there's not much to look at up there. I began to wonder about the four flags on the hill. What do they stand for? Let's see, countries have flags and people pledge to them. I wondered if the Sunset Hills flags had a pledge. I didn't know, so I made one up. |
| I pledge allegiance to the Flags atop the hill at Sunset Drive and to the 1200 acre development for which they stand. 80 homes, with a potential of 790, and each having a car in the driveway that has not broken down. |
| While we were waiting, my kids and I talked about other cars we would like to have. Of course, we all had different opinions... |
| My son wants a snow cone truck like this one and while we sat in the hot sun, he hoped that it would drive by. We have been on something of a chase with this truck. We keep seeing it in motion but never actually stopped so we can buy a cone. Farewell, elusive snow cone man! My son took this picture of your truck going through an intersection. |
| My daughters wished for one of these potato chip trucks that are always in the Walmart parking lot. They said that it would be like driving inside of a giant lunch box. |
| I want this car from Red Bluff Auto Sales. I had looked inside of it one day and immediately noticed that there were no old french fries and happy meal crumbs stuck to the seat. To me, that is a major selling point...oh yeah, and it runs. Enough of this discontent, let me finish telling you about the rest of my bad day... |
| Without my own vehicle, my mom picked us up and decided to take us to her house and make dinner for everyone. After we ate, my sister and I cleaned the table and did the dishes. My mom was acting so happy that I began to wonder if she was secretly pleased that our car had broken down. I believed that she was! Why, she was not feeling sorry for me in the least. So, I gave her dog, Dottie, some leftover broccoli, knowing she would share it with my mom later that night. |
| My sister saw me do this and promptly fed her other dog, Sonny, a piece of cauliflower. I thought of the toxic gas they would create and this helped me forgive my mom. When she came into the kitchen later, I told her that her dogs had taken part in an important scientific experiment. I told her to please let me know which one gave her the most trouble that night. |
| Needless to say, she was not pleased the next morning, and demanded to know what I had done to her dogs. I felt a little put out because all of it really was her own fault for being so happy. Blast from my past: This whole incident reminds me of something else. Growing up, my mom had a large white Australian Shepherd. One day, my sister and I found a black sharpie pen and decided to give her dog a set of arched eyebrows. When we were finished, her formerly plain dog appeared to be in a constant state of deep thought. My mom tried to scrub this off from him but to no avail. "I can't believe you used a permanent marker!" As you can imagine, this really hurt my sister and me...we had created this masterpiece on her dog which was totally unappreciated and unrewarded. After that, we tried many times to give him the perfect eyebrows and one time, even a set of eyeglasses. I guess we failed because she never did like the results. As I write this, I'm determined to do something for my mom's animals that she will enjoy. It's time to atone for my past eyebrow-drawing failures. In fact, as I left her house, I noticed that one of her pygmy goats had a certain gleam in its eye. It's difficult to describe just what I saw, there was just a realization as we made eye contact. "Whoa!" I thought, "This goat loves English Literature." There's definitely something there...give me a week to think about it. Mom, this time I'm going to make you proud! Maybe doing something nice for your goats will turn my bad luck around. |
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