Livin' dangerously.

Last night I went over to Boyd and Lynnea’s to help Nea paint her office. We’re painting it the color Peanut Butter. You want to lick this wall, I swear. Right now my side of the room has a big white gap about a foot from the ceiling... I’m not tall enough to reach all the way and we only had one chair. Nea and I are professionals.

Boyd and Nea live a little ways east of downtown St. Paul. I live just shy of downtown Minneapolis. One of my favorite things is the drive on 94 between both cities. I once heard it described that the difference between the twin cities was this: Both are typical mid-sized Midwestern towns but St. Paul thinks it’s a quaint small community and Minneapolis likes to pretend that it’s a BIGCITY city... So anyways, 94- coming from St. Paul the highway swings left, it swings right. You go up and over then you go back down. There are Volvos everywhere. It’s the most meandering city I’ve ever driven through. Eventually, I start to give up all home of ever making it out... then over one more hill and BLAM! Minneapolis skyline. I had a good moment- I switched over the last of my Duluth radio pre-sets to the ones here. When I saw the city, I realized- I’m home.

And those feelings lasted until my car did this: you know that cartoon noise when something is supposed to be bouncy- booyyyoooiiiiiinnnng? That’s what my car did. And this is on top of the already scary grinding noise I’ve been ignoring for the past 2 weeks. So now my car does this:

Shuuuuga-whoop-shuuuga
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
booyyyoooiiiiiinnnng

It’s hilarious. Well, it is now, anyways. At the time I didn’t know what to do so I just pulled over. Or rather- that *was* my plan but I was downtown on the stupid street with one lane and the train tracks. So there’s no where for me to go. Arg. I *stopped* and of course, that’s when someone pulled up behind me. And started honking. And I could feel myself start to puff up (like cats, y’know- to look more terrifying and stuff). AAAh! Don’t get out of your car, I’m a scary-killer chick. And what the hell do you think honking is gonna do? You can see me standing outside my car here. Car’s not going to move without someone to drive it rtard (I put all this aggression into one look. It probably looked like I had something in my eye...) He got out anyways and came over and asked me what was wrong. I said- ‘Sir, my car is making this noise,

Shuuuuga-whoop-shuuuga
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
booyyyoooiiiiiinnnng’

He said what do you think standing next to your car staring at it is going to do? I admitted he probably had a point and got back in and took off. I turned up the radio to 40 and to me the problem was solved. I went home and went to bed, woke up and went to work. As I was pulling into the lot here at the Normandy, Melissa (smoking outside, scandalous!) started waving her arms at me. I rolled the window down and she said- Kell... your car is making the most ridiculous noise I’ve ever heard a car make- you should have Stan look at it. She went and got Stan and told him my car was... boinging. To which I replied, ‘No no no, Melissa, it’s like this:

Shuuuuga-whoop-shuuuga
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
booyyyoooiiiiiinnnng’

Stan wanted to know if it was more GRRR or more shuuga. (Apparently one is worse) After making the noise for 20 minutes to 15 different people I finally gave up. You know what people? It’s fine... I’ll take it to the shop after work. This is a blatant lie. After work I’m headed up to Duluth. I decided to leave Norm here... just in case. If Stan doesn’t get a chance to really check it out before I leave... it may just blow up. Wish me luck.

So if you don't hear from me... yeah. It's been fun.