mountaineer musings

pee stop!!

i just LOVE these hotspots in the rest areas! half-hooray for TXDOT again! (they get the other half when they fix those stupid, embarrassing signs.) oh, it's funny, when you first get out of your car at these rest areas, you see a big sign that says "watch for snakes"; i took a picture so y'all will know i'm not lying.

ok, so i told Bikermommy i wasn't coming to Fort Worth this weekend because my car was acting up, and she offered to let me drive her Jeep. yay, right? no rickety, bad-shockety, wobbly-tired, messy, dirty, bug-laden Explorer, right?

Bikey failed to mention that
1) the Jeep has cruise control... that doesn't work. i have a harder time stabilizing my own speed than jumping more than 7 inches in the air (little white girl).
2) the driver seat will not raise any more than it's already raised, so i can't sit at a perpendicular angle (i just really like to sit straight up when i drive, less shoulder soreness).
3) when you turn the headlights on, the interior lights just flicker a lot. so i'm freaking out, wondering if the headlights themselves are flickering or even on.
4) this car is so clean. clean and i just don't go well together. wah, i want to make a mess!
5) the drive isn't any shorter in the Jeep than in the 'Splorer. another dream dashed against the Texas pavement.

'nuff about that. i stopped at the Walmart in Childress and bought Martina McBride's greatest hits, because i really wanted to hear and wail to only her. uh, the CD section at this Walmart (which has extended hours at Christmas where they stay open all the way until 10 p.m.) is about as big as a litter box. when i first walked in, i wasn't sure they even had one.

k, really. must. pee. now.

well, they can't spell y'all...

... but i've gotta hand it to TXDOT. these new hifalutin' "safety rest areas" that they're puttin' up have WiFi hotspots, which means i can get a Coke, pee, wash my hands, get a Butterfinger if i so desire, get driving directions, check the weather, scope out cute guys, learn a little Texas history (of course) and blog all from one location. and it's mighty clean and quite nice.

kinda like being home already, except for the Butterfinger, cute guys and clean-ness. one of these days, though, i'm gonna re-construct my Hot Guy Gallery (just have to decide on a wall for that), clean my house and buy a case of Butterfingers at Sam's. just so my house can be as neato as the safety rest areas in Texas.

until then, i'll continue to spell y'all the correct way and be on my way home.

lata, musees.

undisclosed location unreached

so yesterday i set out to my undisclosed location around 3:30. i got to Dallas around 4 and sat there in rush-hour traffic for awhile. around 4:30 i was still sitting on 35, wasn't even to 30 yet, when my A/C stopped blowing cold air. i checked my gages, and my car temp was almost in the red zone. stupid Dallas drivers, who are the worst and most inconsiderate drivers i've ever encountered, would not let me over, even though i had my hazards on and was looking at them as if to say "please, i don't want my car to incinerate right in front of you and stop down traffic, you moron". this went on until i remembered that i drive an SUV and can pretty much have my way with the little beemers i was encountering. now, before y'all think i wasn't taking care of my car, let me just state that i had my oil changed on Tuesday, and they checked everything. they told me all my fluid levels were fine, specifically mentioning my radiator fluid. i also had the thing inspected, and it checked out fine...