Spring is melting its way out of the snowbanks my friends.  It hit the mid 60's today!  So naturally, I thought I'd stop off at the car wash & vacuum out the car.  Seems our 1,600 town residents were of the same mind.    Looking through the rearview mirror as I shook my head & pulled out of the car wash I realized just how much my cool car priorities have changed.  I'm no longer desperate for a sparkling clean car.  Sure its a nice thing but not a necessity.  I cannot see waiting in line to use a vacuum either.  The dirt can wait another day.  It isn't like I'll be entertaining in it.  

On the other hand... I can vividly remember when my car was the spot for entertaining.  Drive-ins still existed when I was a teen and we regularly attended --thus the car became the (livingroom).  At some point my friends and I camped in our cars.  We'd stay overnight at the lake just to see the sun come up--thus the car became the (bedroom/front porch).  I also plead guilty to changing my clothes (my sister will never forget one embarressing moment when I insisted we put on new concert t-shirts) --thus the car became the (bathroom/changing room).  

My first car was a beaut.  A hatch-back chevy citation.  Cost me a whopping $450!  I had to get a loan out of the bank for that kind of money.  I put 30,000 miles on in one year and I don't believe it ever left the county.  I cruised daily.  I never once changed the oil.  Even though my Dad was a mechanic & taught us all the basics like how change the oil, sparkplugs and fixing flat tires.  I guess you could call that slight...the irresponsibility of youth.  I was too busy having a good time to properly maintain the car.  But, damn...it was always freshly waxed & vacuumed.

New music has been posted.  Smaller file than last week for those still struggling with the dial up pony express.  Allison Krauss & Union Station--blue grass. 

Well, I've returned to my blog after a few days of recooperating from my shoulder injury.  It's mildly painful to type but ^{I will survive}...(go gloria gaynor) 

I saw the old high school librarian yesterday when I fixed her computer.  Of course we remembered one another from the 80's.  I spent alot of time in the school library catching up on my kissing...oh, I mean studying in the back booths with my favorite study partner.  She never ratted me out so I always liked her.   GS was saying she craved Tuna Noodle Casserole so I decided, as her best friend, I must take action.  I spent the morning cooking and dropped it off during lunch hour.  Now for those of you the intricate details of preparing this delectable feast you might be wondering how on earth it took me all morning to make it?  Well, naturally, because I made it twice.  See, I was on the phone, paid less attention to the stove than I should have thus destroyed the first batch.

It's snowing!  It snows every Tuesday.  I am not kidding!  The chorus group cancelled again last Tuesday!  I'm finding this a very strange phenomenom.  Maybe Jefferson is right and there is something wrong with Tuesdays.  Just in case he is right... and my tuna had it in for me...I've decided to stay in.  I'm going to finish up my computer work, climb into some cozy pj's and curl up on the bed and flip through the channels.  Just subscribed to HBO.  I wanted to see the Sopranos and Six Feet Under.  It's quite comical because other than CSI (when I can remember) I rarely watch t.v. 

Signing Off.  Ten Four.  I'm out.

I will change the music soon.  Did anyone listen to it?  What did you think of Kasey Chambers, Australian Gypsy?

Another lovely start on a Saturday--early morning crisis with tenants.  A knock on my door before 7 a.m.  There is no better profession in which to torture thyself than being a landlord.  I think people are confusing me with Rosie the Riveter.  

Mother nature bared her fangs today and her temper showed us gust of wind and torrents of rain.  My daughter felt compelled to point out the similarities between the weather & my mood... At the tender age of 12, I wonder if she can possibly understand the torture of being denied the luxury of sleeping in? 

On a finer note, I found a pair of oh so sexy 4" heels to wear to the Jewel concert.  They are divine with cute straps that buckle around my ankle.  They scream pedicure before you step into me.  I must confess I have kind of a shoe obsession.  I haven't counted lately but at last count I had over 60 pairs of shoes.  Being that I am Rosie the Riveter, I am no doubt prepared for any occasion.  I must have hiking boots, practical flats, power suit pumps, strappy sandals, water shoes, nikes, reeboks, sketchers, ankle boots, flippers, cowboy boots, even platform shoes.. The list goes on & on...and, I keep buying.