I've got me a fearless heart..

...strong enough to get you through the scary part. Back in the 80's, Steve Earle wrote those words and my Daddy sung them to me. That's what I want. A fearless heart. Strong enough to get someone else through the terrifying part...maybe one day I'll get there.

Three day weekend!

Unexpectedly, I've found myself with a three day weekend. If you know my schedule, that almost never happens. So here I am on a Saturday morning, wandering around the hobbit hole, fretting over how to spend my time. Most of my comrades are working all weekend, so I have a short list of partners in crime to choose from. I considered going to visit my mom, but just couldn't quite bring myself to haul my ass all the way over to Alabama, not to mention the fact that it's still fairly hot down there, making tattoos a little more difficult to hide. T-baby and I have been talking about getting together, so we're gonna check in with each other later in the day and see how each other is feeling. She's had a hell of a week, what with being sued by a crazy-insane ex-employer and all, and I think it's taken a toll on her energy and sanity. So there's a chance I may drive down to Macon later on and hang with her for bit.

Drive Invasion is this weekend here in the Dirty Dirty, and is always more fun than you can shake a twelve pack of PBR at, but damn! It's gotten expensive! $25 a day! But the movie selection is stellar as always, as are the bands. Plus the Starlite Drive in is definitely a must do destination for the new ride.

Looking around the hobbit hole here, I'm realizing that it resembles the aftermath of an atomic dirty laundry bomb, complete with little urban tumbleweeds made of Lulu cat hair lazily blowing in the breeze. I'm also realizing that I have ZERO inclination for cleaning.

I also need to figure out what I'm going to do with Ding Ding Here Comes the Shit Mobile. The whole point of a new car was so that I could get rid of the 1993 Mitsucrappi that I've been driving for 10 years now. That thing made a new and exciting sound every day. And I don't mean in a good way. I suppose I could sell it to some poor, unsuspecting soul, but I think my karma would seriously suffer. And I really can't have that. I think I'll spend some time today researching donating it to Cars for Kids or something like that. I don't think it would even garner me $500 in scrap. Any ideas? If any of you guys have ever donated your old car to a charity, how did it go? How does it work?

Also Dragon*Con is here this weekend. I'm sorry if I offend anyone, but spending Labor Day weekend with a bunch of folks who think that dressing up like Princess Leia, Chewbacca, and Captain Sulu is EVER a good idea just doesn't seem all that appealing to me. I'm skipping the parade because I'm fairly sure that witnessing 50 Wonder Women strolling down Peachtree just may do something unsavory for my psyche.

I'll leave you guys with that little mental image.

Where have I been?

I know, I know...I've been absent for about a minute. I still need to get up some posts about Turkey, and I will, but I've sorta been busy just living life and letting it get stupid complicated on me.

Just damn if dudes can't make a grrl crazy. Up until about 48 hours ago, I was fairly content, loving the fact that "mundane" and "ordinary" were adjectives I could use to describe how I lived. Then I had to go and just complicate things, but really only in my head. Things were rocking along just fine, then a little comment like "I don't really miss people when I'm away" had to jump up in my tiny pea brain and back me into a corner where I start second guessing everything. Overnight, I've turned into one of those stupid chicks who sits around and asks herself "What did he mean by that?" Well Holly, he probably meant what he said. I'm just kind of sucking tonight.

Did I mention that I am SOOO ready for a road trip? Perhaps that's because I just bought a brand new Charger, complete with a v8, 5.7l Hemi engine. So on top of all the weirdness, I'm kinda feeling like an awesome badass. Yes, I will be taking it to Drive Invasion over the weekend. We won't even begin to discuss the the gas mileage on the car. I just call it the visible evidence that supports the idea that I make bad decisions.

Okay, gotta go. M.A.S.H. reruns are on.

Keep it 'tween the ditches, y'all.
H