Another radio show done and in the bucket as they say, had a good one, last night and although couldn't talk much with this blooming head cold, I muddled through as any Confederate Marine would do so I did.
For some odd reason , can't get that vision of that little young seatcover at Simerly's out of my head. Usually these kinds of sightings just hit then they're gone in just a few hours or minutes, not this time. When I see little candy toes in purple hose with shoes off, just asking to be attended to, it just throws off my equaliberium off.
Then there was Marsha down there. Sure she's looking for a place for her son and all but why did she give me her phone number? Was that an invite? That big nugget on her left ring finger usually says no, but is she looking? Or am I just over thinking it? Any way life goes on. Still looking at renting Mrs. Smith's shop come February maybe March, depends on funds, Shelly doesn't know if she's ready to cut the cord and not be nursing that hind teat, of Mom and Brother and Florida, which makes it hard for me to plan anything. Look I love Shelly almost as much as I do my toew truck LexiBelle, course there is nothing I love on Earth more than LexiBelle. But there are times that I think should have ignored that pm on FB, last May. Had I done so I wouldn't have moved here to Western Idaho, gave up section 8 housing help, gained another shop and worse of all, be as far away from my LexiBelle, plus could have made some good money going toewing with my own truck pocketing the whole toew fee, instead of just 10% of it as I do now.
Speaking of Lexi's. Caught two phone calls from two of the important Lexi's in my life. One from Miss Johnson, seems she heard of Boars Nest West and wants a shot at being queen bee of it, considering that. Then out of sheer surprise the name sake of my toew truck calls, seems as though my daughter wants to get in touch. Reminding me she turns 30 this year, damn that made me feel old. Last time I saw her she was still hammering away on a passifier. Marlena turns 30. Might have to venture over there mid month March.
So my clock is off, I sleep days, work nights. This all started about the time I got LexiBelle. See back then 70% of your really good money making toews came anywhere from 01:30 to 04:00. So rather than going to bed only to have to get up to answer a call, as back then LexiBelle, owned all of U.S.-30 and U.S. 93 all the way into Nevada to Contact Nevada. So when the Hazzard Knytes elected to fire up their own radio station due to the pig headed attitudes of all other media here, and the fact I gave my middle finger to many of the other locally owned radio stations here and kicked their ass's ratings wise, I opted to do the overnight shift on radio, if I caught a toew Kathy Dodge would venture up to the house and babysit the station till I got back. The same thing too was that down at the shop, both Jimmy and I could get real work done on rods and customs. No other interuptions. We'd only break to scoot up to Bliss for a cup of java at the Oxbow and served by one of the Exon twins. That was back when all of Bliss operated 24/7/365. I nailed one of the Exon girls Bro snagged one, Jimmy was after the other. You had to be here then, those Exon girls were true princess's if there ever was any. I'm going to have to find out what happened to them. But I've always loved being up at night, sleep days, it don't make me devilish or sinister, just means my circadian rhythm is off and as hard as I try can't reset that clock. Course the time shifts twice a year don't help either.
Any mile, need to catch some sleep have church down at the rock today an 11:00 hours, and will be there until 17:00.