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Just when I think I'm caught up on something...

My transmission is giving me fits. Yesterday and today it's acting funny when I first start the car and start rolling. And when I pull out of my parking spot at the complex (when I pulled out this morning, that is), there was a puddle of something. Small puddle, but a puddle.

1. Why does my car act up on the weekends?

2. Why is it always the frickin' transmission?

So now I'm going to have to tell my sister that she has to drive several days in a row next week (ha, that won't work one day because of doctor's appointment for her) so that I don't do any more damage to the car and can get it worked on (let's all hope it's the same as last time - a loose bolt).

Although, between typing that last sentence and this one, I talked to my dad, and he suggested going to Sears (as all the good mechanics are closed on the weekend - well duh) and having them look at it to see if they can pinpoint the problem. They have lifts, so they can put it in the air and look. And if I point out the bolt issue, maybe that can help get things going right.

Still.

Just when you think you're ahead...

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Dear Kevin Harvick:

I love you. I seriously do. If I didn't love you before yesterday's rant/comedy routine on Kurt Busch that had the media center rolling, I'd have loved you now. The nonchalant "I'd still like to kick his ass." The "I probably shouldn't have said that." The "Don't worry, he'll embarass Roger Penske before long." And the "I probably shouldn't have said that either." Gah! Love!

Plus the last bit of "My wife is giving me a look that says I should really shut up about now." Hee!!!!

Story on Kevin's comedy routine.

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Dear Delana:

OMG SERIOUSLY I LOVE YOU! Anyone who can give their husband that look just rules.

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Dear Monstrously Big SPEED Reporter and Rich Brenner:

*sigh* Let's have a talk about Kurt Busch. I know you all want to believe he's God or a nice guy because he's smart and can race like a bat out of hell, but come on. He's an ass on his good days. By that I mean, he's an enjoyable ass. He's arrogant. He's abrassive. His problem is a deep-seated insecurity that causes him to lash out at others as a way to prove that he's better than them. He's just very savvy at saving his comments for times that aren't on the air. He still gets heard, but just because you didn't hear it from his mouth (we won't ask why you aren't listening to his in car audio) you deem him a saint and above reproach.

Get over it.

I would like Kurt Busch if he got over his need to belittle others. Some basic personality things are going to be nigh on impossible to change, but they can be tempered. Harvick and Stewart are both abrassive, and granted, they fluctuate from year to year, but they know how to step back and get over it. (Well, Harvick isn't as good at getting over it, but that's the woman-grudge in him. He has some cliche womanly traits.) I almost wish Kurt would mouth off more instead of insisting on being so sweet to the media, just because it gets his frustration out. (Just watch the tapes first, buddy. Don't go blaming folks for things that are your fault or not their fault.) All drivers are arrogant, and Kurt's no exception, but his shit stinks just as much as anyone else's. He can balance things out by not internalizing and getting over whatever grudge he holds against the world for not recognizing him as a god.

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Also, weird dreams involving being eaten by a horde of Wookies (they were mean Wookies, although it was after waking up that I realized that the one was focusing on my hands because I had been holding the sacrificial hamburgers that were supposed to keep them from killing us all).

Really, between that one and the John Corbett as Cyrano de Bergerac dream, I swear my mind is trying to meld with ze Bubbles.

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The iRiver has named itself.

Vincent

See, I've been fighting the "it's a DARK blue" part that wanted to give the iRiver a kind of depressive name. I wanted a cool name. But I put the thing on Shuffle and it starts spitting out one depressing country song after another, and finally it culminated with "O Death". Okay! I give! I'm naming it Vincent, after the really depressing song sung by Clay Aiken and Kevin Covais on American Idol.

*g*