It's alive!!!!
For the first time since George drove it outta here and towed it back last Thanksgiving, I heard and saw my white Firebird running.
Talk about gettin' teary eyed... sheesh.... *grin*
Now, all we need to do is add some tranny fluid, figure out where the last few vacuum lines go and put the hood back on.
Then, I need to find a tape of the "American Graffiti" soundtrack so that I can drive this thing properly... that is, of course, with the song "Green Onions" by Booker T & The MG's blasting.
To be followed by the entire rock opera "The Wall" and then "Dark Side of the Moon".
Anything by AC/DC would be a nice follow up, no?
Motherless GAWD, I can't wait to get my "detailing" little hands on that car. I'm dying to wash and wax the poor thing and I
will make the interior look new again, just like I did when I first got it.
And, I will also beat the ever-lovin' SNOT outta anybody who so much as breathes on this car ever, ever again.
(Not my car, but exactly the same... except mine has some black pinstriping and tons more dirt on it.)
Even Jesus Himself, if He needs a ride, can take a horse. (Well, I may make an exception for
Him... He
is cute, buuut...) Lord knows (no pun intended), I have more of them than I do working Birds. Matter of fact, I have the same number of horses as I've put engines in this (demon-possessed) car. By the way, it's name is officially "Christopher", now. Christine's brother...
I'm hoping he'll cultivate her self-regenerating abilities... save me the aggravation of worrying about when and where to get the
next blasted-assed engine from, ya know?
I went back to the salon, too. Got some more layering done, then came home and
still had to do some more trimming. *siiigh* I've got it pretty damned close though and she didn't charge me for the extra layers, soooo... I won't bitch.
Here are two examples of pretty close to what it looks like...
It looks the most like Heather's hair, color and all, but it's the second chick's style I was/am shooting for, still... I got a "whhooo... niiice" and a thumbs up with a big grin when I got it curled and went out to see how Rob was doing with the Bird, and when Eric saw it. (*grin*) Even with no styling gel or any hairspray in it, it took the curl well and held it, so I'm lots happier with it, though I can see where I may have to do a little more trimming.
(Ummm, if I keep mentioning "trimming" for too much longer, someone please come confiscate my scissors before I "trim" and "even it up" into a frickin' crew cut, okay?)
Alright... I can't decide if I should clean this house, go to bed or go kick the mooing bitch's ass who will NOT shut up out there by the gate. If I go to bed, I won't have to hear her, but I will have to wake up to a semi-disgusting house. I could clean with the headphones on, I suppose...
Yeeaahhh... my little friend is enroute to my 24. ('My little friend' is that monthly little visitor we all know and dread and 'is enroute to my 24' is cop talk for 'coming to my location'...) It must be coming... something (I forget what) in American Graffiti nearly choked me up and so did Joanna Staten's (Goldie Hawn) apology to Andrew (Roddy McDowell) in "Overboard". The look on his face when she's apologizing is so touching... He was a good actor. I remember him in "My Friend Flicka" when he was a kid. It was a little strange that a kid on a ranch in the midwest had an English accent, especially when no one else in his family did, but it was still a good horse movie and he was good in it.
But, like I was sayin'... between tearing up over stupid shit and wanting to smack that cow upside the head, I do believe it's about that time again. (Oh, I remember what it was in American Graffiti that got me... John Milner being killed at the end... yeah. That always bugs me anyway, but when it makes my eyes sting and my throat close up, ya just know something else is up... lol.)
Shit. I guess I oughta go on and clean the house now, lest my "buddy" shows up and makes it harder than it has to be. 'Sides, I'd rather not have it "waiting for me" when I wake up, ya know?
Who needs that?
On the other hand, I just yawned so big I coulda parked the Bird in there, sooo....
Which will I do?
Stay tuned for the next exciting episode of "Utter Drivel in Excruciating Detail" or "Hey, Who Shaved my Head, Where's my Firebird and Who's Vega is This?"
Peace, y'all...
Posted by: Stevie at
02:16 AM
Comments
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LMAO at your "stay tuned" message. Never fear. I'm readin' and lovin' it!
Posted by: Margi at October 26, 2004 02:36 AM (MAdsZ)
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'Who's Vega is This'?? LMAO
Funny thing: when I came out to California back in the late 80s, I noticed a severe LACK of Vegas on the road in California. It would seem that Vegas just weren't sold on the West Coast...
Posted by: Mad Mikey at October 26, 2004 08:45 AM (Qd8TD)
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I'm sorry, is this s'posed to tide me over 'til the real ones?
:p
Congrats on the wheels =)
Posted by: Mad William Flint at October 27, 2004 08:48 PM (jRssG)
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