Lauren Reagan

Plane Crash

AND THE OLD FARMER TOOK CARE OF THINGS HIS WAY!

Air Force One crashed in the middle of rural America . Panic stricken, the local sheriff mobilized and descended on the farm in force. When they got there, the disaster was clear. The aircraft was totally destroyed with only a burned hulk left smoldering in a tree line that bordered a farm. The sheriff and his men entered the smoking mess but could find no remains of anyone, including the President.

 They spotted a lone farmer plowing a field not too far away as if nothing at all happened. They hurried over to the man’s tractor.

“Hank,” the sheriff yelled, panting and out of breath. “Did you see this terrible accident happen?”

“Yep. Sure did.” the farmer mumbled unconcernedly, cutting off the tractor’s engine.

 ”Do you realize that is the airplane of the President of the United States ?”

“Yep.”

“Were there any survivors?”

 ”Nope. They’s all kilt straight out,” the farmer answered. “I done buried them all myself. Took me most of the morning…”

“President Obama is dead?” the sheriff shouted.

 ”Well,” the farmer grumbled, restarting his tractor. “He kept a-saying he wasn’t…

But you know how bad that sumbitch lies.”

I love hearing from my best friend who moved to Texas almost 4 years ago. I miss her so much, we have been best friends since the 4th grade and you couldn’t ask for a closer and better friendship then what we share. Thank goodness for cell phones, email and Instant Messaging, that way we can communicate almost on a daily basis. We always have so much to talk about, it amazes us both that we don’t run out of things to say to each other.

She bought a Chevrolet Silverado when she moved down there. She wanted a new and reliable car to depend on while finding her way around her new home town. She has found the need to find a reliable car repair and service center in order to get a brake job done that she knows is needed on her fairly new car. The Internet has made that task a much easier one to tackle. She found a great site at repairpal.com that has assisted her in finding a good Dallas auto repair shop.

She isn’t married and has no one to turn to for help with car issues and she needs to make sure that the place that she picks will do her and her new car good, all the way around. With vehicles it is a never ending battle keeping them up and running. I wish her luck.

My first car was a 1967 Ford Mustang, god how I loved that car. She had a 287 under the hood, with a 3 speed on the floor and she could stomp all the other cars in a heart beat. She not only looked good and ran good, but she sounded good too. I got pulled over one time buy a State Cop who said that I had “glass packs” on her proceeded to crawl under her to see. Heck I didn’t even know what “glass packs” were back then. He did seem very disappointed that he didn’t find anything illegal on her and let me go on my merry way, thank goodness!

I ran across an interesting site the other evening that had all types of car and truck exhaust systems and  interesting exhaust tips listed, which I found to be of good reading quality and it reminded me of my run in with the law with my beloved Mustang, back in the good old days. I wish that I still had her. Once in a while I’ll see one some where that looks just like her and it brings back some really cool memories. Maybe one day I’ll find another 67 Ford Mustang that I can buy and I’ll be in Mustang heaven once again.

On the way home from work yesterday, I saw what I thought was a cow, but cows don’t jump and run by leaps and bounds, so then I thought it was a big black dog. Long story short as I came up closer, the darn thing got on it’s hind legs and stared me down, that is when I found out that it was a big black bear. How freaky is that?

I’ve been told that Google is going to be doing one of their sweeps soon. I have to say that I really don’t understand what all that entails and I don’t think that it really affects me much, but I’d love to learn what these sweeps are all about. As long as I can keep my blog going, I’m happy, I don’t care what Page Ranking my blog gets.