More Ramblings:

I almost just got killed by a Roxy Wearing, Civic driving, mocha Frappachino Drinking 17 year old girl while I was coming home, and for the first time in my whole life (as I layed on my horn and slammed on my breaks) I said, 'Damn Teenager!" I'm getting old. And I think I feel a bit of the Arthritis coming in on my right hand. Anyway, that's not why I came here to blog.

I came here to post my "End of the Summer Car Clean Out List". I got really brave this afternoon and cleaned the last 4 months of excursions out of the ole' Rodeo. The findings reminded me of many adventures from the summer. List as follows:

1. 1 Lg. Bucket.-used as makeshift icechest for Meteor Shower/Drunken watch the stars fest.

2. Many bottle caps from said night, Stella Artois. Gordon Birsch. Mike Hard Lemonade.

3. 4 unidentified cigarette butts, but if we are honest they can be rightly identified as mine.

4. 2 blankets.- One with sand particles from beach/bonfire outing. One with pine needles from various wood excursions.

5. A shit load of empty gatorade bottles (Mr. Jason William Edge)

6. A shit load of burger King cups (Mr. James Rogers)

7. 1 pair of crooked "Shit Happens" sunglasses, always good for a laugh.

8. 1 picture of Ewan Talbot. My favorite one, I've titled, "Little suit and slot machine" picture. I keep this in the car because no matter how sad I may feel, that picture always puts a smile on my face.

9. 2 unfinished letters meant to be sent to a Mister T.W. in The ol'Vietnam

10. 1 shredded-to-pieces map of California, no doubt pulled out during the haul up to San Louis for the former Mrs. Jen Kendall's nuptials.

11. A shit load of unpaid bills forwarded from Las Vegas (sin city)

12. 2 Starbucks cups with the name "Amber" on them...Interesting who is this "Amber" character?

13. 1 box of Bapa Piacentini hand-me-down sweaters given to a Mr. Joseph Piacentini. Apparently they did not make the cut at the airport, so were left to rot is sister's vehicle.

End List. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to drink a glass of wine and take a P.M . see if I can't get the arthritis to stop barkin'.