Moving out blues

I hate moving. I'm sure most of you share this feeling. Its awful. Especially in 100+ degree weather. Thank goodness Joe's friend Matt didn't cancel on us. Without his help, I honestly dont think I could have turned in my old keys today. You see, my parents were supposed to come home from Colorado on Friday with the Harley trailer, move a couple of things, spend the night with Joe and I, then help us move the entire next day. But earlier that week we got word that Joe's mom's birthday party was on Sat. So I invited my parents to come. This made them change their plans. So they could attend the party, they decided they would drive home with the trailer first, then come on Sat. to help move and go to the party.

Did they do what was planned? no, Friday I get a call at around 530 from them, they are 50 miles from Norman and ready to get the things I borrowed from them at my apt. back and leave. So not only did Joe and I have to rush back to clear off the desk and clean out from under the bed for them to take both, but we also lost their help for the move on Saturday, and I had to APOLOGIZE to Joe's grandparents for my parents rudeness and cancel their attendence to the party.

My parents hurt my feelings in several ways. Putting me in the position to have to cancel for them the day before an event they obligated themselves to, and making me feel as though they had no desire to spend any time with Joe and I at all. Seeing as I haven't seen them pretty much at all since the wedding. They came by picked up their shit, took a restroom break in my bathroom, and left Joe and I in a daze standing on the sidewalk. WHAT COMPLETE AND UTTER JERKS! I DENY ANY AND ALL AFFILIATIONS TO THEM, ESPECIALLY A GENETIC BOND. I swear, the nerve of people.

So not only did we lose two people to our moving effort, but Joe's brother hurt his back at work and couldn't help either!

My husband is some sort of superman, I have no clue how he and Matt managed to get all of our stuff in our new place, like a big screen TV and two couches and a bed.

Close call

Close calls really make you thankful for your ordinary day. I was running errands this afternoon around town. As I was making my way back home to the apt before work I witnessed, and was very nearly a participant in a horrific accident. I was turning right into the apt complex and was slowing down to make the turn, the corvette behind me changed lanes really recklessly behind me in order to not have to slow for my turn I suppose. A honda was pulling out of the same drive and didn't see the vet zoom around me. He was creamed right before my eyes by the vet going about 45 mph. Its weird how your mind functions at times like these, I distinctly remember shouting," No no!" As I saw the honda pull out. As if they would hear and stop. The crunch was really loud, even though I had Joe's stereo playing. I pulled out of the way quickly and called 911. The lady driving the vet didn't even think to call the police, she started bawling and called what sounded like her husband. The two guys in the honda limped over to me and thanked me for calling. They both used the phone to call their bosses. Apparently they were on their way to work. Seeing as how the fire station is less than a mile away, the police and fire dept. were there very quickly and I had to stay for questioning and a statement.
The whole time I was thanking God that I wasn't involved. It happened all around me. Really shakes you up.

Makes you thankful for boring and uneventful days...

BAHAHAHA

What a likeness.....






Can you tell which is the real Kim Jong Il?
The strings barely give that one away.... hahaha.




Take your defective missiles and shove em up your A$$!
AMERICA! FUCK YEAH!

*DROOL*

yes.....

THE TEASER TRAILER

oh god......

Independence Day!

Listen to the Speech