Missing anatomy

OK, I am trying to buy a new vehicle. Well, new to me, not "NEW" new. But...it seems that I lack a certain piece of male anatomy that causes car salespeople to even think that "The little missus" might be capable of even LOOKING at a car or TALKING about prices.

I'm considering calling Lorena Bobbitt and asking if she has any male anatomy parts that I could just take with me while I shop. I can pull it out of my purse, show it to the salespeople so they will know that I, indeed, am trying to buy a vehicle.

Today's attempt actually came in Clovis where 4-5 salesMEN were snacking and standing in the shade while I spent 10 minutes wandering around, peeking in the [locked] vehicles I was interested in. Nobody would talk to me or even acknowledge me. As I left (hey - it was 103 outside - 10 minutes was my limit), one man from anoter part of the lot asked if I had been helped. I explained after 10 minutes, nobody was interested in talking to me, so I would shop elsewhere. "But can I find someone for you?" "No, not now, it's too late." Tis a shame - there are a couple of excellent options there and I would likely have purchased a car from them in the next week or so. Of course, assuming they would look ME in the eyes when I go back with Hubby.

Maybe it's just ME and not the missing anatomy.

Pictures

DD#2 and Marine ~ July 28, 2007

WE WILL MISS YOU, Marine!

Synchronized swimming? Not quite. Just having fun times in the pool. This would be the "Who can stand on their hands the longest" contest. Can you tell whose legs match which twin?

Pretty predictable, huh?! LOL If you don't know, they're right-side-up below: DD#3 and DD#4

No new pix of DD#1 - if she's not working, she's out with friends. She stops in to check email, eat and do laundry. Oh, and to bring me iced caramel macchiatos. I love you, DD#1! :o) Even without the coffee. LOL

Be blessed.

The blame game

This morning's headlines were grand. Seems a young starlet's 13 year old sister has been quoted as blaming their father for all of big sis's problems (alcohol and drug use topping the list). OK, I don't follow this stuff, but it was in front of my face and I couldn't resist reading the article. DAD, then, blamed his OWN problems on his ex brother in law. When did we stop requiring personal responsibility? Why is it OK to have an addiction and take no part of the blame for our own actions? Can I blame my sugar addiction on my parents? I suppose I could...but it is unfounded and that won't help me turn away a lemon bar or a hot brownie with butter (yeah, it's a Texan thing). But really...shouldn't we all just say that we have a problem and it is our own problem?

I'm tired of the blame game.

Grow up, young [coughLindsaycough] starlet. Either continue the drugs and alcohol until you're pushing up daisies, or make something of yourself. It is YOUR choice, YOUR problem, and YOUR responsbility.

And on that, I am feeling like a lemon bar. Nah, just kidding. :)