I could sit here an write a book on all the thins that drive me nuts on my mother alone, but for now I'll jes pick this day.......

It started off wit my mother askin me a puter question which led to an hour icq conversation on how this is that an that is this wit er puters in er office. I could deal wit that alright I spose, it's nuthin new I'm always called to bail em out of this er that, but then... grrr see yeserday she called my phone (wastin my minutes btw) to ask me a mechanical question on the survivin truck she has. That's nuthin new either but what always frustrates the hell out of me is she'll argue wit me on my disgnosis. She'll act as if what I am tellin er is wrong er sumthin an I cain't help but think, then why the hell did you call me?? Some of it is, my mother is a decent old muscle car mechanic an she's dern good, but thins have progressed to a point where she jes isn't up to speed anymore an that makes er mad cause she doesn't know sumthin er nother an it's a huge deal cause she's a total control freak. Anyways..... so I tell er all bout the truck yeserday an towards the end of the icq convo today, she says btw, would you mind lookin at that truck? what am I goin to say? No I don't mind, I;ll look at it next time we're both in. Well then lo an behold, oh that truck is on it's way past you I'll jes have em swing by, where exactly are you? Oh I thought bout tellin er jes where I was alright...... what am I sposed to do in a truck stop parkin lot?!?!

I have developed a reputaion in the county of bein a mircale worker... I have no one to blame but mysef but that's a topic for another rant LOL

So the truck shows up, I had already told everone how to fix the problem an no one could figure out what I was sayin, it was jes a matter of the freash air vent drain holes bein plugged up, so when it rained it filled up an dumped it inside the cab. So nooooo no one can figure out where the stupid lil holes are, so I havta check this truck out in the parkin lot, clean the drain holes an send em on their merry way, but dern it all to pieces! I mean c'mon! I'm techincally sposed to be off duty today to reset my hours, which means I'm not techincally allowed to even sit in the drivers seat, I'm sposed to exit out the passenger side if I want to git out of my truck... but that's yet another rant LOL

Anyways... I couldn't give ya'll a clear picture on my totally dysfunctional faimly... I;d start writtin an ya'll would be here til hell froze over wit the voulmes I'd need to write.... hmmmm I wonder if I could publish that stuff an make a million bucks at it??

I bet you COULD write a best-seller.....people LOVE to read about that kinda stuff....altho you MIGHT have to get a translator.... B)

That's what I'm here for :D

:lol: and thank GOODness for that!! B)

An jes what? exacttly is THAT sposed to mean??? What's the matter wit my wordins of thins? can you not understand sumthin? Should I s p e l l it out for you er sumthin? Geezz if'n ya didn't understand sumthin you could jes ask ya know. I mean I don't bite very often..... least not other ppl, I chew on Sarah all the time though. If'n she ever were to die I done swore that I want er to leave me the fleash under er fore arm. Don't ask me why but I sure nuff like to chew on that like a chew toy er sumthin.