More Car Buying Fun

So I just spent 4, count 'em 4, hours of my weekend at the car dealership. Woohoo, can't think of a better way to spend my weekend. Okay, yeah I can. All so I could get told by the sales maggots that while I have stellar credit, they can't offer me anything but their financing interest rate of 500%. Yeah, good times. Good times. I came home to find, within ten minutes of being home, a better interest rate from one of my banks. So much for not being able to get better than what they offered.

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I (heart) you!

Happy V-day to everyone. If you are in a relationship or are starting a relationship, then best of luck to you. This holiday was made for you, and your wallet. If you are not in a relationship, or just ended one, then sorry. I'm sure your tired of all the hearts, candy and flowers. I can sympathize. I happened to like the hate V-day cards. Very funny. Probably not for the recipients but funny nonetheless.

I am currently waiting for my Valentine's Day present (yes it's almost 8 p.m.). My thoughtful spouse planned ahead and ordered my present back in January. People who ordered flowers this morning already received their stuff and yet, here I wait. It figures, I just have this kind of luck. I think I know what it is (something of the floral variety I'm sure), and the only thing better is if it shows up at midnight, wilted and rotten. That would just complete the day. Well, it's the thought that matters, right?

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Jack Attack!

Okay, I watch "24" and have watched it for the past two seasons. It's cheesiness is just so over the top that you have to laugh. If you were Jack Bauer and you were caught up with saving the world not once, not twice, not three times but six or seven times, wouldn't you leave the country and not tell anyone where you were ever? How many times does he have to save the country before the big-wigs in Washington believe his hunches? If I were Jack and told him that I thought so-and-so was not a terrorist and was actually trying to promote peace in the middle east and the White House told me that I couldn't possibly know what I was talking about, you know what I would do? I'd throw both fingers in the air and tell 'em to stop calling me to save the world. But that's just me.

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Homage to the auto industry

I find myself headed down the road of automobile purchasing hell. I'm sure everyone has at some point in their adult life travelled this road. I personally am not a huge fan of yucking it up with Bob the sales maggot in order to not sign my life away for a reliable set of wheels. Yet here I am giving out my personal information to some stranger that I know will begin to harrass me (probably in a very friendly way) when I don't spend a bazillion dollars on some piece of crap vehicle. Am I wrong here? Shouldn't I be concerned about this? While I would hope that I would be treated fairly whether I am a woman or a man buying a car, I know this will not be the case. Thankfully, I have garnered some knowledge on the vehicle I would like to purchase so I won't be stuck there with Bob (or any other sales maggot that fits the description) telling me the benefits of all the vanity mirrors in the car. Why can't they treat a woman like they would a man buying the car? Why are they discussing horsepower and torque with the guys and telling the women about the bouncy seats and hair clearance? Also, why is it that they can mark up to $10,000.00 off a car during a sales clearance (THEY ALL MUST GO!!!) and not just give you that price up front? A little honesty would go a long way. I would love to hear a salesperson say, well it ain't pretty but it will get you from here to there for a long time as opposed to it's a beauty isn't it, all the bells and whistles and then it falls apart just as you leave the lot.

Kicking the tires and smelling for lemons at life.sa.laugh@hotmail.com.

Long time no see!

It's been a long time since I posted. First there was the debacle, followed by the neverending weeks-leading-to-the-Super-Bowl hype. Then I had to move projects at work which was a bit of a headache, but I count myself lucky that I'm still gainfully employed (always a plus in my book).

So what has happened in this last month-ish. Well there was Peyton finally dumping the choke! moniker. I was quite happy. Maybe it was because they beat a Bears team that was playing dirty according to what Reggie said happened during the NFC Championship game. Or maybe because he's Archie's son so Archie could win a Super Bowl vicariously through him. Either way, good stuff.

Then there was this quack! Complete with a stellar mugshot. I'm sure her kids are so proud. She went from being a role model for girls everywhere (she was a female astronaut for God's Sake!) to the joke of NASA. The diaper thing alone will keep it on your mind for years to come.

February is here and with it comes the rush for the V-day gifts. Let the games begin! First you must think of what to get your loved one(s). (Let's hope for your sake the one(s) refers to your wife and mother, or wife and kids. If not, pity for you.) Will it be one of the big 3 (which are perfectly fine in my book)? Flowers, Chocolate, Jewelry. All great by themselves, even better in combination.

For those of you not in the mood, or just became available for V-day, maybe not by your choice, here's something to give you a giggle (it did me). I especially liked the "Valentines Day - depressing geeks since 496 A.D." How great is that?

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