
Just a picture of me and my friend Megan...I think it's cute.
Anyway this past Thursday I began the 9 hour drive to Pensacola Florida to work a Regional Flag Football Tournament. YEA I thought as I drove. The weather is going to be in the high 70's, I'll have some time to go to the beach, and I'm going to get to drink with some good friends that I dont get to see that often. Where did all my optimism go? Well first off I burnt a ton of CD's to make my drive solo a little easier. But, they didnt work. I almost ran out of gas in Alabama some where with no one around and no cell phone signal...great. Then, just as I pulling off the interstate onto my exit in Pensacola I hear a noise coming from my car. It almost sounds as though I blew a tire. So I immediately pull over on the side of the exit ramp and check the tires...good to go. So I start going again...and the noise is just horrible so I stop about 100 yards further on a state route highway. I get on my hands and knees and look under my car thinking i might be dragging something...that's when the cops pull up. He wants me to drive it up about another 200 yards to the shell station. I tell him he can drive it so that maybe he can hear the noise and tell me what it is. He's got nothing. Shocker...So they leave me at the shell station all by my lonesome. Way to protect and serve boys. My friend Ruckman comes to my rescue. He happens to think it is something with the transmission...well this is SUPER! But, nothing is open so my car sits at the gas station. In the morning we have it towed (for 60 bucks) to the Ford dealer. Well as I am waiting for the Ford people to look at my car we decide to go to the beach. It was sooo nice out...this was prolly the only highlight of the trip. They did not get to look at my car until the end of the day on saturday and it turned out to be something with the brake hardware so it only cost me 125 dollars. All in all not too bad. I was expecting a TON more money. On saturday the weather mysteriously turned freezing at like 1 in the afternoon...what happened to the 70's? I was absolutely freezing. I woke up on Saturday feeling like i swallowed razor blades, but only on one side. Tonsilitis everyone was telling me...sweet. Then Saturday night I ate about a whole pizza that had been sitting out for like 13 hours. You better believe that I was vomiting in the morning. About 5 times I believe...does that constitute food poisoning? Now the best part. I'm driving home and about 60 miles from home going 80 miles an hour when a raccoon the size of a bear jumps out in front of me. Of course I demolish said BEAR. Getting to the point...my fog lamp is hanging from my car.
Was I in Hell?? No just good ole p'cola!















