My Thanksgiving Weekend
So I had a weird weekend. It wasn't as exciting as this Thanksgiving, but it was fun nonetheless. By the by, that site is about 6 years old and hasn't been updated in as long. Also, I was 8 went I wrote it. As for the names, well, I guess I was mad at my brother that day. Go figure.
Now onto 2005 Thanksgiving. I got off work early but had to stick around to pick up my dry cleaning. I picked it up at 6 and started toward San Angelo. Came to a complete stop about 15 minutes into the drive. After an hour, I had traveled a shade under a mile and I still hadn't gotten out of southwest Oklahoma City. So I just went home and crashed there with the intent of leaving early in the morning for San Angelo.
Thursday, I got up on time, loaded up my truck and turned the key. Nothing happened. Tried it again and nothing. Not an attempt to turn over. So, at 6:00 a.m. on Thanksgiving Day, I opened up the hood of my truck to look at the engine. But, since my dad only taught me how to check the oil, fluids and change the tires, I only did what the Y chromosome in me, and opened up the hood and stared at the engine. While that's not completely true, I did know that it was either the battery or the alternator. But, since no one was in sight as far as neighbors go, I was stuck there. So, I went inside and watched TV and played online poker. Thank goodness for football and the witty banter of a well-broadcasted parade. Nevermind the anchors failing to mention the sirens blaring behind them. My cats got turkey in gravy and I had myself a PB&J sandwich and some tortillas for desert. Mmm.
Friday, got our cooler younger neighbor to help me jump the truck and took it to get the source of the problem checked out. Autozone said it was the battery, so 40 bucks and a few wrench turns later and my truck was a good as new. I got back in time to hear that Donivan and Stephanie were making their way up to Mustang for the evening. They showed and promptly crashed.
Saturday, Stephanie and her puppy (a energetic Jack Russell named Porkchop) woke me up and had me turn the alarm off so the dog could go outside. Way too early for a Saturday. Took a nap and waited until Donivan got his happy ass up. Once we were all up, we partook in Stephanie's newest and most gooder hobby, Geocaching. Went to four places within a couple miles of the house, then I went back and watched OSU get the shit kicked out of them for 60 minutes while they went to her parents house for some dinner. Saturday night, went out with D&S, Cassandra and Miranda and saw Superfreak. The girls got tore up had some unspeakable fun. (At least none of them got a new nickname like last time, right Steph?) Sunday, I wrapped up a paper that was due on Monday. Not a very eventful weekend, but fun. Hope everyone's was good to them.
Now onto 2005 Thanksgiving. I got off work early but had to stick around to pick up my dry cleaning. I picked it up at 6 and started toward San Angelo. Came to a complete stop about 15 minutes into the drive. After an hour, I had traveled a shade under a mile and I still hadn't gotten out of southwest Oklahoma City. So I just went home and crashed there with the intent of leaving early in the morning for San Angelo.
Thursday, I got up on time, loaded up my truck and turned the key. Nothing happened. Tried it again and nothing. Not an attempt to turn over. So, at 6:00 a.m. on Thanksgiving Day, I opened up the hood of my truck to look at the engine. But, since my dad only taught me how to check the oil, fluids and change the tires, I only did what the Y chromosome in me, and opened up the hood and stared at the engine. While that's not completely true, I did know that it was either the battery or the alternator. But, since no one was in sight as far as neighbors go, I was stuck there. So, I went inside and watched TV and played online poker. Thank goodness for football and the witty banter of a well-broadcasted parade. Nevermind the anchors failing to mention the sirens blaring behind them. My cats got turkey in gravy and I had myself a PB&J sandwich and some tortillas for desert. Mmm.
Friday, got our cooler younger neighbor to help me jump the truck and took it to get the source of the problem checked out. Autozone said it was the battery, so 40 bucks and a few wrench turns later and my truck was a good as new. I got back in time to hear that Donivan and Stephanie were making their way up to Mustang for the evening. They showed and promptly crashed.
Saturday, Stephanie and her puppy (a energetic Jack Russell named Porkchop) woke me up and had me turn the alarm off so the dog could go outside. Way too early for a Saturday. Took a nap and waited until Donivan got his happy ass up. Once we were all up, we partook in Stephanie's newest and most gooder hobby, Geocaching. Went to four places within a couple miles of the house, then I went back and watched OSU get the shit kicked out of them for 60 minutes while they went to her parents house for some dinner. Saturday night, went out with D&S, Cassandra and Miranda and saw Superfreak. The girls got tore up had some unspeakable fun. (At least none of them got a new nickname like last time, right Steph?) Sunday, I wrapped up a paper that was due on Monday. Not a very eventful weekend, but fun. Hope everyone's was good to them.