Reeser's Piecer

If you know me at all you know exactly what I'm talking about. The Big White Boat you hear screaming on arrival in the PHS Parking lot. And you've most likely never forgotten the Beasty red inTerior that brings back terrifying memories of riding with your great grandmother in her Oldsmobile. You may see me at the stoplight with my car turned off to save myself from the embarrassment of being in public with the Noise Machine. Or better yet, you may hear the lovely combination of my car and the blaring music in my desperate attempt to drown out the unbearable squeal, putting my favorite cliche' to heart: "Ignorance is bliss".
But one miraculous day on my christmas vacation back in Montana, my dad realized that I was the "new girl" at a new highschool her senior year, and things were difficult enough as they were without The pile. So after heroic efforts of attempting to tidy up The Monster, he thought "Maybe a new car isn't a bad idea." So he tells me "Let's go look around". I was ecstatic! All the pathetic pleas and endless begging had finally paid off? It was too good to be true!

- It was -

My dad decided to send me home in my mom's Bonneville, a slight upgrade from your great-grandmother's ride to just your grandmothers'. Hey, At least it wasn't possessed and had an actual cd player in it. It took a little sting out of my crushed dream of having a new car to call my very own.

But the time came, like I knew it would, that my parents would visit, and bring back The Shameful Lemon. My near-deaf father was pretty confident that he'd done a fine job fixing the painful screech. Sure dad. Sure. I ultimately ended with exactly what I started. It was time to make the best of my sorrowful reality, become friend's because of lack of any alternate option, and face The Beast. So I've decided I shall call her Reeser's Piecer.

Blogging with the Big Dogs

Howdy!
So... this is blogging... very nice. So I feel like I'm talking to myself... i guess I really am, which is feeling pretty crazy, but I'll carry on. So.......................... that was awkward. This whole blogging thing is new for me, but maybe someday I'll be able to blog with the big dogs.

I guess I'll just have to think out loud then. So, just now I was thinking... how my sister, Skeeter, and I are basically queens of making puns! I kid you not, and then we do our knee slapping thing... and you'd think we were the queens of nerds instead, but anywho. I guess when I see comedies, I just don't think they're that funny. And I've determined it's because I find my own life so much of a crack up most the time, that the comdies just can't top it. And I went to this comedy show that was 7$ the other night, and I wanted to cry when I left! And I wasn't crying because it was histarical - as in funny - but the histarical- as in histaria of sadness that I completely waisted 7$ of my non-existent gas fund! Maybe I should just tape my friends and family, and then sell it! .... Interesting!
Anywho, I don't know that this blogging thing is for me, so ah...
~ CHio!
* Teri