Tuesday, June 17, 2003
      ( 9:45 PM ) AnGeL  

I'm beginning to think 'I THINK IT'S WILLIAM MORRIS OUT TO GET HER!' from Mudville Gazette Greyhawk is right. I have not heard word one from the shop that is holding my "baby" hostage for repairs. Imagines they (the William Morris agency Nazis and the government and the gouging insurance company is in a round the clock meeting now, deciding how best to make my life more interesting.) Thank You all for your kind words and thoughts. Sore has taken on a whole new meaning for me, I am finding sore places I didn't know I had places in. but considering myself quite lucky that no blood n guts kind of damage was done. The last accident I was in was a freeway rear collision, a pickup going 60-65 shoved a small car into my rear bumper. Both of the other cars were totalled. My daughter and her boyfriend were both taken away in an ambulance. I stayed to do the obvious with State police and etc. About an hour later when I finally got to the hospital (in my car, that was when I knew that my Stealth was not just a plastic toy) got to the counter to inquire about my daughter and her boyfriend and the next thing I remember was waking up from doing pushups on the ceiling. They explained I had run out of adrenalin. That was a 6 month recovery from neck injuries. of which I still have reoccurring issues.
This time I barely got out of the car and the ambulance pulled up next to me and asked if I was ok..beings I was upright and walking, I just requested they call the officer assigned to metal murder. Again thankful for not having a plastic car. A couple months ago I had to rent a vehicle while mine was in getting a 'brain transplant' to the tune of $1500.00. I treated myself to renting a Jaq for that month, but barely got to drive it. My business keeps me in lock up for most of 24/7's. I sure was happy to get mine back and return that brand new Jaq, it lost the heart test.
This brings me around to my thought for the day..How do we get so attached to our vehicles, personal properties? I've had a few lessons in life on priorities and what can and cannot be replaced, but yet I admit my car is more important to me than it should be. It was always my dream car, when I finally bought it I was elated. The insurance agent told me "Well, there comes a time in most peoples life that they go through the red corvette stage." Your's just happens to be the shiny black Stealth stage. I've always seem to have cars that made the little boys on the corners drool and slobber. That's how I knew it was the right car.... Guess it's a good thing I have a few rest up days before I draw the sword to do battle over the details. I lost a 19 year old daughter in a car accident, and I know my priorities, life over any possession anytime. My other daughter spent 5 years recovering from being hit by a vehicle. The lesson she taught me at that time was not to hold anger for accidents, but to take any tragedy and look for the lesson in it. Perhaps I should analyze this some more.
It's just a car.... it's just a car.... #


      ( 12:50 AM ) AnGeL  

Well all they say about 2 solid objects not occupying the same space at the same time are true. I learned first hand today the hard way as the "Postal Truck" pushed my stealth around in circles .... I was making a left turn on a green arrow light and the truck coming toward me didn't bother slowing down, he clipped my passenger side from the door back and the tire is no longer in an upright position. Will not know until tomorrow if they will total my car or try to fix it. I keep telling myself "It's just a car." (even though I don't think that) It's my baby. Tomorrow I expect will be a sore day, thinking bed is a good idea for now...... #




Monday, June 16, 2003
      ( 12:04 AM ) AnGeL  
Major Power Infrastructure Upgrade
Notice****
Our server will be having a major upgrade, it will culminate with the transition of an antiquated analog
power distribution
system to a State-of-The-Art digitally controlled power distribution
system. The time of the upgrade is scheduled to be during the hours of 12:00am
late Sunday
June 15, early morning Monday June 16 through approximately 3:00 AM
Monday June 16. Sounds painless...
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Sunday, June 15, 2003
      ( 2:41 AM ) AnGeL  

When the English tongue we speak,
Why is "break" not rhymed with "freak"?
And the maker of a verse,
Cannot cap his "horse" with "worse"?
"Beard" sounds not the same as "heard".
"Cord" is different from "word".
"Cow" is cow, but "low" is low.
"Shoe" is never rhymed with "foe".
Think of "hose" and "dose" and "lose".
And of "goose" and yet of "choose".
Think of "comb" and "tomb" and "bomb",
"Doll" and "roll" and "home" and "some".
And since "pay" is rhymed with "say",
Why not "paid" and "said", I pray?
We have "blood" and "food" and "good",
"Mould" is not pronounced like "could".
Wherefore "done", but "gone" and "lone"?
Is there any reason known?
What about "cough" and "through" and "tough"?
we're nearly done, enough's enough
"Thorough" can be made to rhyme with "dough",
But "bough" sounds like "cow" and not like "though".
"Draught" is spelled a lot like "taught",
But only one of them sounds like "bought".
We haven't mentioned "laughter" or "daughter",
Neither of which is spelled like it oughter.
And, in short, it seems to me,
Sounds and letters disagree. #




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