Ok....I'm a nice guy. Pretty much get along with everyone. BUT...I have found there is a breed (origin, spawn, etc) of people that I cannot stand. CAR DEALERS!!!!! Since my family is going to expand...I figured it was time to go and try to trade in my GMC Jimmy. No pain, right? Nah...too hopeful....if trading a car was a military operation is would be dubbed "Operation HorseShit." I walk into the Chevy dealer...and there is some jive turkey with a cheap ass gold tooth. Of course, he smiles a fake smile and blinds me with his pearly whites as the sun catches the LEE press on gold tooth. I tell him why I am there....and Willis imagines his commision in crack rocks. Unfortunately, I had already called and talked to Brian. Willis is dejected now....wondering where his next fix will come from. He goes and gets Brian for me...and I wait...and I wait. Finally...in a delusion of utter superiority....Brian arrives, with a confident strut with a dislodged corncob in his scnitzel. My overactive imagination hears the high school band roaring....the announcer introduces Brad... Biff ...no .. no...Brian. So we go and look at Extended cab trucks that can seat 6. I find a very nice one...with a really cool exhaust. I'm thinkin'...I can swing this. Now to the infamous trade in. Biff and his trainer, Chuck, wanna test drive the jimmy. Right on...so I throw the dynamic duo the keys and they drive off. I'm running numbers in my head...I've checked the NADA book value and know what I SHOULD get on a trade. I am hopeful...waiting...and eyeballin' my new ride. Biff-n-Chuck get back and they strut confidently into their office. Fifteen minutes pass by...as I see Willis mackin' on some cute little white chick. The words "Alabama Black Snake" come to mind (tribute to Darrel). Finally...here come Brian. He lays down his paper...feeling soooooo important. $4500 bucks. Huh? What? NADA said 6225 trade in!!!! I look at him and asked if that was the trade value. He confidently states, "yeah, thats all its worth to us." I look at him and say, "Your fuckin' nuts (creative license)." So I walk out. So...somewhere...driving around in a sweet chevy truck...is Biff, Chuck, Willis, and....and...Britani...all suckin' on a crack pipe. Hey Biff...I got somethin' for ya to suck!

Ok...well...this is different. What the hell is a blog? Does it mean "bitch log?" I really, honestly do not know. My life is changing rapidly as of late. I just signed a contract to buy 20 acres of land with a 3 bed 1 1/2 bath home in Kidder, Mo. Nice house, nice land....comes with two small, stocked ponds. Plenty o' deer. Plenty o' turkey. Plenty o' cash. I figure since this is the "bitch log"...I should at least mention a bitch. Kinda funny...my ex wife and her fiance are buying my place I am in right now!!!Oh well...it's just money. I got me a girl I love. I figure I'll marry her early in 2006. Everything seems to be going in my favor. Kids are good....Austin's b-day was today.....Darrel's is tomorrow!