Thursday, March 06, 2008

VACATION?

I GOT SOMETHING FOR YA!

we are thinking about joining in on a buddies road trip at the end of the month. they are headed out to death valley. this is my drinking partner, so i imagine I'll be fairly hung over throughout the entire trip. driving while hung over pretty much sucks my ass. driving at night chaps me raw. I'm going blind. so it's a driving trip if you hadn't figured that out yet.

anyway, i know nothing of the area and am interested in checking it out. trouble is we have two dogs that would more than love to hit the road with us. that means camper shell, also not really a problem. here in lies the dilemma. i need to bring along at least two extra tires, (as i am a four wheeling fool and shit does happen.) two cans extra of gas... two dogs, two cans of gas in an enclosed camper.... see what I'm getting at? I'm going to have to build a rack for my camper... to put all the stuff i normally put in the back of the truck, coolers, stoves, guns, etc...

huh, well that wasn't such a big deal to figure out was it? fuck that means welding... more going blind...

so I'm all fucked on dayquill right now and my ears are popping one then the other. head is packed and come to find out that last weekends little sleep over caused us all to get sick again... from the same kid who got us all sick last time.

WTF is wrong with parents who let their kids go to other peoples homes and infect them with some sickness. we noticed that this kid was not right. but couldn't put a finger on it. come to find out that today her mom is bringing her to the doctors. 103 degree temp for the second day in a row...

alls i have to say is... fucking bitch! quit asking us to watch your kid when she is sick so you can have an adult night out.... I'm gonna spike your next drink at the bar with some ipecac. see how you like it.

i don't like to bitch about being sick, partly because I'm always suffering from something, back problems, belly problems, ass... anyways... I'm gonna have a word with this lady and her husband about this... and why is this kid always sick anyways?!?!?



20 comments:

INNER VOICES said...

yes, yes... but im not coughing or sneezing, not sniffling on kleenex or useing the office phone, only my own. im not in the office with a bunch of people today or with the office ladys baby. ive been outside MOSTLY. i had to watch the phone so that office mgr. could rush her paycheck to town so that her pub funds would be availiable imediately.
im simply suffering in my mostly quiet head, every now and again i get to hear something not mufffled... if i were to be hacking and blowing snot everywhere i'd be at home nursing my cold with some frosty beers next to the fire! thanks for checking in and calling the kettle black!

FirstNations said...

children are plague dogs, little germ carrying beasts that should be soaked in isopropyl and bleach before they are allowed to roam at large.

except for my Goonybird, of course!

INNER VOICES said...

hahahahahaaaa, arent we supposed to be building our imune systems from years of exposure to these little germ carriers? when does it max out and our super immunities kick in?

Shelagh Ayan said...
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INNER VOICES said...

HEY TURBID!!! come back, no need to delete, i know you are out there!

Cece said...

I think I would stop inviting THAT kid to my house. Oh and my comment about the picture is: OUCH!!! Little Cheese need a copy of my book, so check out my blog. LOL (no pressure there, really!) Anyone else with kids that are reading this, check out my blog too. Way to go Big Cheese in being good in school. And lastly, I hope all of you get to feeling better soon.

High Power Rocketry said...

: )

Leah said...

Yes, do feel better! I'm sorry you're ailing, and VERY sorry about Lil Germy and her totally negligent mom. That is sucky. I'm so obsessed with germy kids that I inquire about health before my daughter's friends come over! How's that for neurotic?

Lucky, lucky you--a road trip--I didn't get my driver's license till a couple of years ago, and I really missed out.

FirstNations said...

dude, i bit your 101! its up on UJ.
your 101 is awesome, btw!

cher said...

business in the front, PARTY IN THE BACK!!!

INNER VOICES said...

cecile... i'm gonna play a larger part in the okaying of germrats into my house from now on!

r2k, i remember spotting you on a statcounter a LONG time ago... i too see that you are making the rounds... i'll have to look into yer many blogs more deeply.

leah! no licence? awesome! i didnt get my licence until i was nineteen... i was on my third car and working for a specialty auto delivery service. it was getting hard to continualy fake that i forgot it... thanks for the tip! i'll be looking at health charts from now on...

nations1: loved yer 101 facts, eerie how similar some things are... what do you make of it?!?

cher, love the mullet reference! lets party!

cher said...

i'd so love to dude. we'd probably never stop laughing. you better make sure you get travel insurance. just incase you injure yourself.

pick up Kay on your way. Or, she may have already moved in my then.

INNER VOICES said...

remember i half canadian! i have dual citizenship... hahahahaaaaa, if i need a new brain i just go north of the border baby! and i can have all the indian doctors try there six year doctoritz on me... im hoping to meet up with kay soon! i think we will drunk dial her again this weekend!

cher said...

oh you so should. she is the best.

you should pretend you're me.

so which half of you is canadian?

INNER VOICES said...

that would have been mums half. or the left half of me i guess... i talked about all this on mjs last post/comment box. jeesh, whereve ya been?

cher said...

i dunno.
probably looking desparately for my brain. i can't think of where i left it for the life of me.

INNER VOICES said...

is it in the disaster kit?

cher said...

LM effing AO!!!!
awesome!
just awesome.

INNER VOICES said...

it did look like a rather small box!




ah ha ha haaaa

cher said...

You've got me pegged. me and the size of my brain.