Phil called me up last weekend and exclaimed that he had just made the world’s ugliest birthday cake and was glad to know that his mother’s love would over look it.  I was curious what the cake looked like, so I made him take a short video of it.   In my mind, I had expected it to look a lot worse.    I think Phil is right, though, he should definitely stick to computers because cakes sure aren’t his thing – even if they taste really good.

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Phil’s famous last words were, “Hell, lets do it.”

And this is what happened.

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Had three men not come to our rescue, we would have had to call a tow truck.  I told them that we would love their help, but that they were not allowed to ask how we got into our mess.  They just smiled.  Thankfully, the car was on a slight incline.  When they lifted the back end up, the front two wheels caught, and the car was free.

Everyday is an adventure with Phil.

But this is my dream!!

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I may just have to go live with this lady.  I’m sure she needs an extra paw . . . I mean hand.  Yes, my sad attempt at being funny failed.

As I mentioned in a previous post, I decided to be a Purple Queen for Halloween.  The thought only really occurred to me after I opened my dad’s birthday present that arrived the day before Halloween.  Inside the box was an awesome purple shirt that said “Everything purple is mine.  Everything else can be dyed of painted.”  It was totally a Gabe shirt.  There was also a purple newsboy style hat. It was then that the thought hit me.  I ran to my closet and pulled out everything purple that would go together.  You would be surprised how my purple I own.  I had Phil take some pictures of me to document the purple awesomeness that was me.  🙂  I just wanted a picture of me in my getup, but no, I had to pose and look pretty, too.  Of course, the photo shoot went to Phil’s head, and now he thinks he can be a professional photographer, just like he now thinks he should be a pie maker because he made a really nice pumpkin pie for my birthday.  Well, anyway, All Hail The Purple Queen Gabe!!  🙂

Today, when Phil came home from lunch, he walked in and immediately said, “A car drove into one of the apartments and smashed up a few cars, too.”  I had to see it to believe it.

Just like Phil said, a car had jumped the curb, obliterated one car, dented the hell out of another one, and had driven head first into the front left side of the apartment building, barely missing the window.  The damage on the vehicle indicated speed, but I couldn’t fathom why the car had been driving so fast and how the accident occurred.

After lunch, I took the trash out, and decided to stop and ask some of the people standing around what had happened.  The woman I had talked to said she had seen the car right outside the apartment complex, before the accident, with a 50 gallon trash can lodged under the car.  Two cops were parked next to it.  She said that while at a gas station, the accelerator of the car had gotten stuck and forced the guy to run over the trash can.  The cops looked at the car, did something to it, and let the guy go.  Ten minutes later, driving into the apartment complex, the accelerator got stuck again.  The car rapidly increased in speed.  Nothing the guy did could stop it – at least not that he could think of while it was happening.  I don’t know how or why he decided that ramming into a line of cars and a apartment was a good idea, but that is what he did.

Thankfully, no one was hurt, but man, I felt bad for the pretty Mustang that got taken out.  I can’t imagine how the owners of the cars felt when they went outside and saw the carnage.

It wasn’t the first time I had heard of an accelerator getting stuck.  A year or so ago, I was watching the news, and saw where a woman had called 911 from her cell phone because she couldn’t get her car to stop.  She couldn’t even get it to slow down.  The car was reaching speeds like 80 or possibly more, it may have been a 100, before two cop cars smashed into both sides of her car to make it stop.  I really hope my car never does something crazy like that.  I don’t how I would react.

What do you think it means when I dream Phil is a vampire and he is trying to blow my house up with C4?

I think it means I have been reading too much of Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight series.  I’m on book four now.  When I am done, I won’t know what to do with myself.  Any suggestions on what I should read next?

I don't why, but I found this humorous.

Reasons I haven’t been posting about anything lately:

1.  Nothing interesting has happened in my life worth noting.

2.  Haven’t been on any picture escapades – although, I have more than enough memory for my camera now, thanks to Phil.  He got me a 16 GB memory card for my birthday.  Yeah, 16 GBs!! That’s almost 5000 pictures or 121 minutes of video on my highest setting!

3.  I’ve been engulfed by Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight Series. I’m already on book three and I just started reading a week ago.  It’s pretty decent, although at times cheesy and repetitive.  One thing is for sure, I know what I am going to wish for when I blow out all 27 candles this Sunday.  I wish Phil was a vampire. 🙂  He practically already is – he’s strong, pale, and comes alive at night.  Maybe I should ask him if he is one before I waste my wish!

4.  Pen pals.  I’m communicating with three girls.  One in Italy, one in Germany, and the other in Spain.

5.  I’m lazy.

Here you go guys.  Laugh all you want.  I have no shame.  🙂

This is why I should never fall asleep anywhere in the vicinity of Phil. As embarrassing as it is, I still laughed. I hope it makes you chuckle, too.