May 2004 Archives

Heh, going dowstairs soon to watch "how to lose a guy in 10 days."

Yeah, now if I can just figure out how to FIND a guy in 10 days. Hehehe.

It's about 9am. I am in my bed, restfully half asleep. Just trying to squeeze those last few Zs.

My cell phone rings, it's my direct Manager.

He says that it's a holiday tomorrow, so the business sales team won't be there.

Yeah, at the point, I just know what's gonna happen.

So, he pretty much tells me, that I would have to work tomorrow. He words it as if it was optional, but hey, I know better. I just say, sure, whatever, and go back to sleep.

Today @ Work. Because today was work, hehe. My usual saturday doulbe shift.

the spanish speaking customer just kept coming. I helped some, but otherwise, they were a real loss of time. Aside from them, there was a repeat returner, and that was a lot more time, along with a customer who is EXTREMELLY cheap. He came by, and wanted to swapped something he got for free, because it didn't work quite the way he wanted. It was free, and there were no swaps, but he would not have none of that. Otherwise, he is a nice guy, so I can't complain. I can complain about the repeat returning lady. Gaw, she is on laptop # 4 now. If she tries to return that one, I swear, we are getting it, and well, you can imagine what one would say.

Aside from that, I helped the replacement numbers, so we finished in the green @ the end of the day. I bought $43 dollars in replacement plans. All for me, and all legit, but mainly just because I wanted us to end up well.

It's crazy, but everyone left the store happy, and getting what they wanted. So, job done.

Oy, today we had a big ol' BBQ @ work. It started @ 1. I only got there at about 17:45. That was short of the "special sale." The kind were we have a lot of stuff, with a lot of rebates, and a lot of people want it. Compared to the last 4-5 times, this was much more organized. There were no overall issues, and mostly everyone got what they wanted. It was a good day indeed.

On top of that, of course there was a remainder of chips and ice cream. I of course ate a bunch of chips, and muched down, say 3 ice cream bars. Very yummy indeed.

Aside from the rush of people into the store, there should be more days like this. *dances a little ditty*

I sit here, and I see the many opportunities for change @ work. I visit the different departments, and things are all done without rhyme or reason. Things happen because at one point, they were just convenient. Things slowly get relaxed, and people do things seldomly. Things that were supposed to be done daily, get done once in a while.

I have the urge to go and help change some things. I want to add some organization. I have made suggestions, but it just falls on deaf ears. It falls on the ears of people that just want things to be the way they are. They know that they could be more efficient, but it's not really worth the hassle.

As I see more and more of things, and along with the fact I don't feel like applying the effort, things don't change. Everything is the same old, same old. I cringe at things that go wrong, and wish I had the time to fix them. I'm just there when noone else is. I could train my team, but hey, I never get to talk to them. Orders get placed incorrectly, and things get forgotten in a clutter of paper.

I am Un-Driven to do some things, but under my skin, the desire to do them boils with more fervor. In my mind, it slowly gathers that I am going to do it. The plans start to be sketched, and the drive starts to come. The energy is in me, and the ideas are on my head.

Un-Driven, hmm, that's the way things been, but that is drifting away. The lack of drive leaves, and what comes to replace it, is a new found vigor. I want, a need to make things better, to make things come together.

I know there is much to do, and some will not go through, simply because you can't change a machine, but you can oil it up, and improve it. Gone need be the cobwebs, and the rusty sprockets. This machine needs to be running at a more efficient, optimized pace. I'll try to help it, but the rest lies on all the other parts. I am but a piece of the machine, but I will do my share to help things move along.

If I fail, so be it, but ohh would I be glad to see things going better.

Yeah, now I remember why I stopped playing them overall. That is after I went to sleep @ about 05:00. Yep, everyone was about ot wake up, and I was going to sleep. I woke up feeling rather shitty. My eyes were tired, my body didn't get any rest. I know if I start playing video games at night again, this will happen.

I get all caught up in just finishing that dungeon, just ending that quest. It's just an item, but I must get it.

In the meantime, I could be doing other productive things, like... Well, there are plenty, but playing games is leasure time, and that's all good, so there. *hehehe*

Arghh, I've been in quite a rampant mood about video game snafus. That is all thanks to Richie et al.

The gamecube is itself minus 3 controllers. Apparently in the fantasy word of Jaime, Sleepy Chris owns some controllers. Which is all not true. There is the black, and transparent indigo, 2 normal indigos and an orange. Except for the second indigo, they are all mine. The second indigo is Jaime's not Chris'.

Also, my Zelda Windwaker game for gamecube not on my house. Richie when he left, put the games in my sister's room. Well, apparently hey boyfriend came and got them along with his DVD's. I can just bet that my game is at some random house. I wanted to start playing the game again. I stopped because, ohh guess what, Mr. Richie ERASED all my save files for the game. I was over 70% done with the damned thing. I wanted to finish it, and get that feeling of accomplishment from it. Well, not even that, I just wanted to see how the game progressed.

On top of that... Yeay, there is a on top of that. I own a total of 3 controllers for my Playstation 2. One of them ended up snapped in half, the other is missing a few connectors, and the one I bought because of the previous 2 is permanently stuck as if I was pressing up. That is not to mention randomly missing save files for my games.

I own a few games, and I own them with pride. I rarelly get games, but when I do, it's because I have the wish to play them all the way through. When some nitwits break all my stuff, I get wicked pissed. That's the state I have been on. I can't enjoy my pieces of entertainment.

There is more of course. The other game that I like, is with a friend, wich I don't have much contact with, so I will probably never get to see it. My computer games that I bought, well, one or two ended up with a friend, that became very much of a un-friend after he stole from the place where I work at. So, I don't deal with him, and hence, my games.

Now, there is more. My sister keeps borrowing my digital camera, and forgets it on her bf's car. I've wanted it for the past 3 days, but she said he will bring it by tomorrow. The fact is, I WANT IT TODAY. Garrrr. And I shall bring the fact, that my previous digital camera, was broken @ my aunt's hand, when my sister went to visit her. The speaker on my camcorder broke while it was being used dowstairs by Richie & Co.

It's just amazingly sucky. There's also things from my mom, and Black Chris that have been lost, or aided in misplacement by Richie and the gang.

I swear, no more lending anything. It all eventually gets broken. Granted, some things are lent because someone said it was ok. I had no say in most of those things, and some other things, I didn't find out it was gone, until I was going crazy looking for it.

(I shall also bring to fact, that lots of other things were broken, kidnapped, misplaced by my sister's friends, and boyfriends. My N64, and many pieces of eletronic devices.)

Sometimes I just want to use my own stuff, is that too much?

Well, I am very much totally feeling like I was just a placeholder. The interim person, that is there to gap a moment. With that, it makes total sense on how things went.

That is the reason why being with someone, and the end of being with someone sucks. There is always the aftermath of everything. Seeing someone you've been with along with someone else. Worse yet, knowing that they were probably thinking about that person when they were with you.

It feels like being cheated one, but without the physicallity of it. Imagining in retrograde what was going on while we hanged out together, or when we were far away.

It sucks not to hear why, when, where. It sucks to not know all along.

It sucks that one chose to shut the door, and alienate, instead of expressing themselves.

I didn't like being on the other side of that door, that was being shut at me. Now the door is locked. In many ways it got locked, and the key is still to be found.

It's a pivotal point when you see someone you've been with, persuing someone else. All the theories of what would happen, become reality, and one's ability to just handle everything beautiful goes awry once what they really feel comes to surface.

Everything has a reason.
I'm not mad for what has happened, just disappointed about things. I wish the end had a different flow, that didn't leave a hanging question in my mind.

Ohh, I am soooo getting the feeling that I need to get Paul, and expunge him from my life.

Our pseudo-post-break-up-friendship is just like the end of the relationship. He barelly talks, never attempts to contact me, and always dissapears once I say anything.

He's still a nice guy and all, but actions speak louder than words, and on his case, there are no words.

I was thinking of going to visit him one of these days, because I was not busy, but have to reconsider.

I give up on my side to try doing anything. In this game of life chess, it's his move.

3 days ago, when mom was power cleaning the house, she bleached all the restrooms.

Only problem was, my sponge happened to get in her germ war path. I got this white sponge, that I've been using for about two weeks. When bleached touched it, it went from white to a creepy orange, yellow, off white amalgamate. I can still take showers with it, but I am so dumping it as soon as I get some quality loofah.

Ohh, which brings me to a point. I am probably breaking out because of the sponge, but can't confirm it. As I said, I am going to get a loofah, to see if things get all normal again. Loofahs are much more scrubby, and it would make sense to have them remove dead skin that would clog pores. Sponges just do more gliding, and less scrubbing,

Air conditioner @ work broke. It's currently summer. The office units work fine, but the floor is waaaarm. The temp averages 82 degrees inside the store. It's not burning hot by any means, but is most definetly unfliendly to the max.

After I left work, for some strange reason, Ben G, and Ben J were outside talking about the most random stuff. Somehow, we were talking about the movie Boat Trip. So, I somehow quip about a customer of mine, whose company distrubutes porn movies. I talk about how I keep up with some news on that area. Well, there's a website I go to, that just headlines them along with all other things, and I read them. That lead to a porn talk, that lead to japanese porn, and the fact that a lot of stuff is masked. Somewhere in there, pops up golden showers and scat. That is thanks to Ben G who just happens to remember a swedish porn, with bad english, where the girl just says random stuff relating to that.

So, we get back to Boat Trip, and now we are suddenly talking about High quality japanese lesbian porn movies, and japanese lesbian porn movies that have girls french kissing in the whole movie. Ben J sure knows his asian porn, and how to get it. Somewhere in the, since we just happen to be talking about lesbian porn, they ask me to say Vagina out loud. Of course my managers are leaving the store, granted, I was a bit far away from them, I just should Vagina three times loud, which is just hilarious.

So, yeah, there were a few more random topics that flowed into the conversation, all insane and crazy.

A random factoid is that among some people that I work, and have worked with, I am the only gay guy they feel confortable with. I guess that is good? Granted, I am probably the first gay guy that they had to have this much contact with. As it was said in the past, I always know everyone in the store, and talk to them all the time. Keeps me in a friendly loop with everything, so I'm happy.

Weeeee, room clean. Mom did some final touches, like, cleaning the rest of it *hehehe.*

Homemade food is delish. My phone cam is still slightly snappy. Although, I gotta avoid taking candid pics, it's not good to invade people's privacy, even if they are cute.

Work is dull. I got good ideas to execute, I just gotta, well, do the actual doing them part of execution, hehe.

Ohh, it's nifty that Brad and Nancy (from Rampway, well, not really now, but that is where I met them) have a Mini. Yep, a Mini cooper. It's so blue, and small, and cute. I want one!!!

Well, not really, but I would like to have one just because. They are small and zipy, and that is uber nifty. Uber nifty is good, so it all comes along very peachy.

I need more sweet treats in my life. That solves everything. Well, aside from weight problems, everything else.

IPOD's should become college issued material just because. I pay technology fees, so I need IPOD. See, it's so logic. Let's all petition.

Life is like a rollercoaster, ride the big ones before you're ready, and just watch yourself puke.

I should have more bad habits. Maybe, I can turn into an evil genious and take over an island. Make the Island of Doctor Marciohhhhh. It's an H bake sale, they have cookies. Not girl scout cookies, because those are copyrighted, and expense as shibitz.

Now, let's everyone toast to our lives. Ohh, and then, like, umm, YEAY x 2 very much so wooopie shazam fo shoo peach keen awsome groovy nifty kewl and go go power people.

Well, now richie is out, and I have my own restroom. Not that I minded sharing the huge restroom with mom, and sis, but I now have my own. I don't have to worry about 2 hours of hair drying, or random showers when I want to take a shower.

Ohhh, and I bought deodorant, and hair gel. I ran out of those a week ot two ago. I like my hair all floopy, but people seem to have a problem with it. Well, and there is the whole, hair is falling in my face and annoying the heck ouf ot me thing, but that's besides the point.

The point is, I have hairgel, and it smells yummy. My deodorant smells good. Granted, I've been buying the same one for a while now, so of course.

Now, I'm gonna go to bed, since my brain already left me, and is in my pillow. Yeah, the sentences above do hint towards that, hehehe. Me = Sleep @ Now.

A bit ago, I was thinking about ranting about people not contacting me.

Well, that feeling died, because I've done that rant before. It's overall pointless. Going on a sad trip doesn't make the fact any better.

So, I have a happier version. *smiles*

Right now, I'm glad to not have to worry about much things. Going out, and hanging out, has it's time and place, but my demeanor ranks them out right now. While I am not doing much overall towards anything, I am having time to think. Well, granted I don't use much of that to do that, but still.

No rings, means not having to spend any money, and not having to worry about people. It means not having to think how to act and to react. It means not saying something awkward, or stupid. It means to guilty outings, and no worries. It means no plans will come undone, and noone will be upset. Right now, that's good.

I'm currently worrying about my problems, but working through them. My body is just being naughty, and not behaving that much, but that's all kewl.

I shall remain me, and things will move along.

Ok, I just got call from the doctor. They told me the results of the other tests. Yet, they all came negative again. Because of the area, they ran STD tests. They ran everything, and all came negative. Ohh, and it's like the third or forth time I run such a battery of tests, and they all come negative. I run them periodically.

Now, the random red bumps on my arms things, that is slowly spreading, just helps to throw everything into a puzzle. I will probably have to schedule a new appointment to help figure it all out.

I am not worried about things the least bit. Trust me on that one. Everyone's body reacts to things in different ways, and there has been a wide variety of things for my body to react to. In the meantime, I will just see what comes, and what changes, and go to the doctor when necessary.

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Well, now there is noone extra living in this house. It's just mom, sis, and I.

Richie is just finishing getting his things out. I think the only thing left now is the foosball table.

It's weird not to have anyone else living in the house. Over time here in the us, we have hosted a large amount of people in our house. Now, we have noone currently living the spare rooms.

I don't mind it that much, because with some people there were issues about letting people in the house and such. Random friends, and random hours, who just loved to eat everthing in the fridge, and more. That, is something I am glad doesn't happen. Otherwise, things are back to a basic house. I am not going to say normal house, because it always managers to get weird.

The good thing, is that most people that lived here, had some kind of problem. Ohh, and I don't mean little ones, I mean life problems, that dragged everyone around them down. The thing is, that we have our own house problems, and as problems are added, everyone shares the load a little more.

Now, we just have to deal with our own problems, and have time to reset our systems to optimal. There is no more extra randomness, and having to take care of people. No driving so and so here and there. No having to buy groceries for someone who doesn't pay back. No more extreme spikes in the bills, that the extra person doesn't want to share. Even though, a lot of it was because they just left every single bloody thing on, or took, showers that nearly clocked an hour. No more pot smoking in the house, or drunkess. No more people randomly using my computer.

Yeay for that. Granted, if someone really needs help, they will probably end up using an extra room. Ohh well, but for now, things are getting under control without all that extra stuff.

Hmm, here's something interesting. I've veered from what I was eating for a litle bit, and now, I completelly broke out on my arms, it's weird.

Me -- Went to doctor today
Me -- Paid for doctor visit
Doctor -- Showed results of some tests, but the main test I needed results for showed a "will follow"

Now, I gotta wait until the doctor calls the lab, and figures out when my results will be back. Overall, it was just a useless visit. Not to mention the doctor got in the office 30 minutes after the scheduled appointment. Oy Vey.

Well, now my schedule is mon/wed/fri 6 to close, and whole day satuday and sunday. It's not that bad.

Ohh, and I got to talk to old team David. He had a lot of things to say, and they were interesting. There's always a story behind a story. Also, he will give me some insight on my upcoming project @ work.

Now, lemme get ready to walk the dogs before sis comes here trying to figure out why the heck I am not ready yet.

So, they let me go off inventory at about 9:45. I thought I was going to stay there till the weee hours of the morning helping. I did work all day long, but still, it would not have been that bad to just help out at inventory. I was gonna volunteer to stay, but they seemed so willing to just send me home. Well, I didn't complain mind one. I just got all my stuff, and drove home.

Now, some extra hours would have been nice, but as they always say, they are working on a budget. Translating that I need to be too, hehehe.

Ohh, and I bought myself breakfast this morning from QT. Nice pancakey bread with eggs and sausage. Tasted yummy. I actually went to Subway for lunch, and dinner, it was Sonny's BBQ. My ops ordered that. We usually had Olive Garden when the old Ops was there. There were miixed reviews, but people overall liked it. It was turkey (sliced, a whole lot, and warmed up), beans, potato salad, normal salad, and buttered slighthly toasted bread. Very umm, yeah. Suraj and Cold had to go out and get good themselves. One is vegetarain, and the other just could not eat it. Well, we sure saved a lot of budget on the dinner, hehehe. (Ohh, and the slightly mix of sarcasm and trying to be funny, is just right, although not wholesome.)

Now, I am voting I go to sleep, because I do work tomorrow. Bleah on that.

So, tomorrow, I work from about 9AM to just about 2AM. Yep, that's about 15 hours or so. It's inventory, and I am not 100% up for it. I worked today from about 12:30 to close. Then, I gotta open, and work till midnight. After that, I have a full workday on Sunday.

Oy, I could bitch about it, but hey, it's a good way to make hours. Granted, there won't be many hours made, but still.

I just gotta remember to pack a second set of clothing, because I don't wanna be stuck wearing my work shoes all day long. *makes a mental note of that, because it's easy to forget*

So, I just checked the school website for grades. I thought they were not coming out until the 19th.

Well, they were avaliable today.

I checked, and I got a A in my Computer Science class, and a B in my Calc I. I am sooooo happy. I expected to get a B in Computer Science, and I was hoping to get a B, but braced myself a little bit for a C in Calc I.

I am very much bouncing off the walls happy. That means my academic standars are still all fine and dandy. Yeay for that.

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I tried to resist doing this test, but like, everyone around me did it. So, that's mine.

I am soooo peeing green.

Well,

I just weight myself about 10 minutes ago, and the reading was... 189.5. That means, that I have finally crossed the 190 mark. I used to be below that mark some time ago, and now I am below it again. YEAY.

I hate doctor visits, but I will probably have to swing by the doctor tomorrow. The reason for the visit just sucks majorly.

Well, AT&T just called me on the phone. Well, they called me speaking spanish, but talked anyways.

Well, I thought they were going to offer something, and I was all ready to just say no and decline. I told them I didn't use my long distance service because I had a cell phone. Well, turns out they guy just wanted to tell me that my rates were being lowered by 3 cents, and my Internation rates to brazil were being lowered by 11 cents.

I didn't really know how to react, since I started the conversation with a harsh mean tone. It was weird. Then, he just talked about 2 more minutes explaining when things were going into effect and so on.

I'm happy I guess now. It's the first call from a phone company that was actually good. Go figure...

Ahh, I'm glad this semester is over. I like school and all, but sometimes it's just annoying. I started with good study habits, and everything slumped. That is what made it bad. The material, and classes were not bad, and frankly were not hard.

I took my finals this morning, and I'm glad I am done with them. I did pretty well on my Computer Science final, but I don't think I did so well on my Calc final. I will find out the results in about a week or two. Although, no matter what they are, everything will go on just fine. That's the great thing about my classes.

Finals are in just about 24 hours. I study barelly any. I am just hoping things go well. Otherwise, I am very nervous about them. Lemme get back to studying. Well, not really, because I haven'd study today yet, so lemme polish my final skills for the tests.

Ahh, monday will be my 2 finals. After I take them, school is over. Well, until the fall semester that is.

Since I hate the tensions of finals, I just want the day to come already, and for it to be gone already.

I think I will gave 2 B's. I am hoping I don't get a C. Granted, I would have to get below a 70 on both of my finals for that to even be a possibility. Well, I will see how things

Since, it's going to be very much summer. I'm gonna start one of my favorite never finished projects. The kind of project where I loose weight. Also, there will be that other project, that is pretty much evil.

I've been kidna loosing weight. Dropped from a 198/199 from a few weeks ago to the 192 area in which I am now. I'm very happy.

More later, and all that jazz.

I requested from my family not to do a single deed for me tomorrow. I know that my sisters banking acount is on a single digits, and I know my mom has no money expect 5 bucks grandma gave her yesterday for gas.

I always said I would like my birthday to be quiet and uneventful. Well, for better or worse, my wish has been granted bt the current situation. I am not really worried about it, because 22 is just a boring age to celebrate. Granted, there aren't many days to celebrate otherwise.

I will be awkward tomorrow if anyone does anything. Granted, I doubt it.

Everyone around me is just as broke. Grandma called me, and said she can give me her usual Birthday money, but she promised to give it later. *grins* I don't know why she finds the need to give like $20 on birthdays. I guess it's a grandma thing, and there is the fact that she no longer knows that to by her grandchildren.

Anyways, there will be no cake tomorrow I gather. It will be surprisingly like any other day. Well, except for the fact that I will be according to the callendar, one full year cycle older. Go figure.

I'm going to sleep now. Tomorrow I need to study a lot, since I completelly slacked since monday. I really should know better going into finals, but that is soooo besides the point.

I will officially turn 22 in a few hours.

That's gonna be interesting. I slowly get farther away from my youth, and go towards a fully adult future.

It's a bit scary, but I'm not worried much about it.

I am very much not looking forward towards my birthday. So unlike my previous ones it's going to be

Ahh, I was in the shower just a bit ago, and happen to ran out of shaving cream. Since I needed to shave, I reached for my sister's Skintimate, Apple Berry Crush Scented Moustirizing Shave Gel. I put some on my hand, spread over my face, and WOW. The smell was delicious, and the shaving experience was made so much better. Also, like so previous shaving creams for woman, this one actually worked well on my face. Granted, I had the urge to eat it, but it's still all good.

The house has some problems. It's problems between people. Richie's (roommate) behaviour is just getting worse. It's not destructive, it's just that he doesn't care. He doesn't care about the food, the utilities, and things around the house. He doesn't pay for any of them, yet uses them. He doesn't ask whether we need on thing or another. Also, when we let him use the car, he comes way after he was supposed to be back, and leaves the car with not gas.

My sister, when we talk about him, somewhat protects him. She says we should not be harsh on him, and so on. Also, she spouts phrases that her boyfriend does. She more and more becomes part of her boyfriend's mind. I always told her that her mind melds with whomever she is dating. And since she has not had a relationship gap for some years now, it's not a good thing. She was with her first long time boyfriend, and as soon as she broke up with him, another was just waiting. When she broke up with that one, there was Jaimie. He came right when she was going to breaking up procedues with her ex.

She cares less and less about the house problems, and understands them less and less. She thinks my mom is just lazy, and so on.

Her boyfriend has some ideals, that I don't quite agree with. He is a bit uncaring, and doesn't do the things he says. I don't like him, and it's that simple. He's a nice enough guy to do basic hanging out with. Meaning you can go to the movies, and play some video game with him. He is a movie buff, and so on. Aside from that, if there is a situation where people sit down and talk, things go sour.

Also, spending time with Jaimie, in a car, while on a trip is a utter pain in the ass. He goes well with my sister, but that's because she is very adaptive to whomever she is with. Whenever someone is talking about something bad that happened to them, now she just uses her bf's cliche phrase "Ohh, lemme get a tissue for you."

Not that she ever cared much about the house situations, but she cares even less now. She barelly contributes towards house things. She doesn't pay a rent, she doesn't help out with the bills. She helped with the car insurance this month, but that is nothing. I paid the other 75%. I still have all the bills, and so on.

I helped out with her birthday trip to Florida. Well, and that is after we gave her gifts. It was her BOYFRIENDS idea to go to florida, and that was HIS gift to her. Yet, she used HER car, and she had to BORROW money from ME to go there. She also asked me to buy her linkin park tickets on my credit card. I bought it, and she hasn't paid me back.

At times she is just as draining as all her stupid peers. Her friends are all riddled with trouble, and manage to screw up things. That is not a much recent things, but just a chain of events that carried on from her past. Granted, there is some other fault that lays upon my mom for not just kicking them out completelly.

Mom sometimes just tries to help and help, to a point where she is drained. Granted, she now gave my the chance to take a more hardline attitude with people. That's my way at times, if people abuse what we give, then they just get cut off. Easy as that. It can hurt not to help someone, but helping that person is sometimes just as bad.

Some people never learn things that keep repeating. I will have to say that I have done this before, but eventually caught up to reality, and fixed my ways.

Yes, it's good to help, but sometimes, the people are SO not worth the effort.

Ahh, today was an interesting little day for my sister. I love her to death, but sometimes the thing she does, are just not quite right.

Today, she came to my job to take me to lunch, since my car was having an oil change. Well, we are getting out by the steep side of the parking lot, and she is just about to merge, when a man in a bycicle crosses in front of her. He goes "hey, ohh, oh, ohhhh." My wonderful little sister intead of slamming on the breaks, actually accelarates. The mens pedal brushes the car, but he is otherwise left unharmed.

Then, as wonderful explanation of her: "Mom only helps out at the clinic 2 days a week, and has 4 days left, where she work." Of course I point out her wonderful math, to which she just glares at me. Well, weeks have 7 days, you take 2 out, and you end up with 5. *hehe* (And trust me, she meant 5 days, not 4)