I've been in a little writing rut latley. I can't seem to find my niche. Maybe I left in in one of the cars I sent to the junk yard? Or possably in one of Baby's diapers. Not really sure where to look for it. I guess when it shows up I'll know what it is cause I really don't even know what it looks like. It's been gone so long that I have forgotten. Not that I really was any good at writing but I think I have the right to think that someone values my opinion and my daily doings. Right? Someone out there cares about what I have to say in my blog, right?

Every day for the last two weeks there is this little mexican man that walks down the street where I work. At pretty much the same time every day. I don't really know if he has ever sold anything on my street cause I am at the end of the street and I just see him turning around and going back up the street to the main road. I wonder how much money he makes selling ice pops out of this three wheel cart? The bells on that thing are anoying. Glad he's gone, till tomorrow. Maybe one of these days I'll buy one of his ice pops.

My car is overheating today. I was in the drive-thru of Mickey D's this morning and I had already placed my order but not yet paid. when all of a sudden I see tons of white smoke coming from under the hood. I hand the guy the money and pulled on thru. The girl who handed me the drink gave me a funny look and I told her it was a loner from Gene Simmons. She nodded and said "Tell Gene I said to give me back my bra and panties!" Will do...