you think you have problems

The other day i was talking to a friend of mine and i was telling him about some of my girl troubles. I told him how i had had a couple of dates with a couple of different girls, but nothing that i thought was going to lead anywhere but "the friend zone" and how although i was getting a little attention from each of these girls i wanted one girl to give me the bulk of her attention. As i was talking to him it dawned on me that this guy hadn't had a date in as long as I've known him and he would probably be grateful to have my problem and all of a sudden i felt very selfish.

my kingdom for a center cap!

so, i go to the wheel shop and show the guy a picture of my wheel and ask if he thinks he can fix it. he says he's not sure, but that he has a wheel in the warehouse that he can sell me. so i drive home and change and grab my jack, drive to joes, get the wheels and take them to the wheel shop where the guy tells me that the rear wheel/tire look fine and he's not sure about the front one. i tell him if he can't fix it, get me the new one, and if he can fix it i need a new center cap. i stop by the next day at lunch and he tells me that they can't fix the wheel, so i ask if he ordered the other one for me, "oh, you want me to order it?" YES! so i tell him i'll bring the wagon after work so they can put the rear wheel back on. when i go back they are about to put the tire back on when the mechanic points out a bubble in the tire. i tell him that he's not going to put that tire on my car. tha manager comes back out and i tell him that he had told me that the rear tire was fine and it is obviously not. he ends up selling me 2 matching rear tires, one for half price to make up for the mistake and i order 2 new front tires. the next day i stop by and notice my tires are already there, so i ask to see my rim, the guy takes me back and there's no center cap "where's the center cap?" manager guy comes back out "that's how it comes" "the picture you showed me had a center cap" "well, that's how all our used rims come." "i'm not paying $190 for part of a rim" "i'll see if i can find you a center cap" i could hear the people he was calling laughing at him. so i left pissed and went back to my office and ordered a brand new rim cheaper and stopped by a different tire shop and ordered the tires cheaper, and was told they would be in Saturday and that they would call me.. so, the next day i get an email from the new rim people saying that they didn't ship my rim because they found a flaw in the center cap. i called but they had closed for the weekend, so i left them a message to call me. monday i called and explained to them that i needed that rim, so they agreed to ship it and send the center cap when they got it. i stopped by the tire shop on the way home to see if my tires had come in yet since i hadn't received a call yet. tire dude told me that they never got picked up and that he would go get them right now. i told him just get them here tomorrow because i didn't have the rim yet anyway. so when i got home from work the new rim was waiting for me and i loaded it up and headed to the tire store. when i got there tire dude asked "can i help you" "yeah, my tires are here i need them put on" "what?" "my tires are here i need them put on" "okay what's your last name?" "vidinha" "ok. what's your phone number?" "832 260 4462" as he looks me up in the computer "who took your order?" "i can't remember his name" "okay which car is yours?" "the green wagon". so he goes out and looks at it and comes back "so, you have 235/55/17 on the front and 255/55/17 on the back" "are you asking me what's on the car, or what i ordered?" "what did you order?" "i ordered two 255/50/17" "all 4?" "no, two" "for the back?" "no, for the front" "how much did he quote you?" "i already paid" still not sure why he didn't see all this in the computer. so i tell him "the spare is on the car, i need it put in the back, there is a brand new rim in the back tha i need one of the new tires mounted on". he takes off and comes back in a few minutes "your tires are here" "i know, that's why i'm here, did you hear what i told you about the spare?" "no, they didn't tell me anything about the spare" "did you hear what I told you about the spare?" "no" "THE SPARE IS ON THE CAR, I NEED IT PUT IN THE BACK, THERE IS A BRAND NEW RIM BACK THERE THAT I NEED ONE OF THE NEW TIRES PUT ON" to which i get a blank stare "did you get that?" "ok" so i finally have everything mounted, i still need an alignment, but i think that's going to have to wait until the weekend.

curbs are evil

so, i lent my buddy joe my wagon so he could go to san antonio to pick up some furniture from his sisters place. he made the trip alright, but driving it home from work monday he decided to make sure the curb was still there, it was. he feels so bad, he's paying to have it fixed and he's okay, and i get to drive his bimmer untill it's fixed, so i'm not mad or anything. joe's a good guy, i trust him, and i'd lend him the car again if he needed it. i called my brother and told him about it, my dad over heard and i could hear him in the back ground asking "someone did something to one of andy's cars?" "what did, he do to them?" to which my brother replied "nothing" then dad asked "was it a girl?" i thought it was pretty funny.

it's official

saturday i went over to a female friends house to pick her up. i got there a few minutes early so i sent her a text letting her know that i was out side hanging out with her brother and dad whenever she was ready. well her dad didn't realise that she knew i was there so he went in and said "that guy is out there waiting for you". so it's official ia am "that guy". i was talking to her about it later, we both thought it was pretty funny because i had been talking about being "that guy", but we decided that being "that guy" is alot better than being "that other guy".

i'm that guy

i'm the guy that everyone trusts around their women (girlfriends, wives, daughters). i'm the guy who has alot of girls who are friends, but no girlfriends. i'm the guy who all the girls feel comfortable around because they know i'm not going to try anything inappropriate. recently i had a family emergency and i was pretty shaken up, a female friend of mine came over late that night to keep me company, and i didn't realise until she showed up that she had to sneak out of the house while her folks were sleeping. later she told me that her mom called her on her way home wondering where she was, and when she told her she was with me, her mom was okay with her sneaking out. once someone said something about me being a man, and a female friend of mine said "that's not a man, that's just Andy". once i was going on temporary duty with an attractive female from my unit and i was teasing her about being alone with me while her husband was at home, to which she replied "oh, he's not worried about you". i appreciate that everyone feels that i'm trustworthy, but this is very emasculating. it isn't doing anything for my love life either. now if you'll excuse me, i'm going to go put my nuts back on their shelf since apparently i wont be needing them, and go on with my business.

the power of prayer

i consider myself fairly religious, and i pray fairly often (not as often as i should). the other day a friend of mine, who i have never really discussed religion with, had a big test coming up and she told me how nervous she was and i told her that i would pray for her. well, i told her i have an audition today and she said that she would pray for me. that reminded me of when i was in basic training: every night before bed i would pray, and in a bay with 50 other guys, there's not alot of privacy, so most of the guys knew that i praed every night. while i was there i was having a very hard time making the physical fitness standards, not only because I'm not in very good shape, but i had also fractured some bones in both my feet. the instructors were giving me one last chance to pass, and the night before one of the guys came up to me and said "i don't pray very often, but I'm praying for you tonight". all this got me thinking, how wonderful is it thatsomeone care about you enough to ask God himself to intervene on your behalf? it's always hard for me when i see one of my friends in pain, whether it be physically, or emotionally, and there isn't anything i can do, then i remember, there is something i can do, i can pray for them.

kill people and break thier stuff

i have a good job and i make decent money. i have to deal with idiots just like most jobs. it's not hard, but it does get stressful sometimes, and like most jobs, some days are better than others. however, my job has some big differences that the average job. i help defend freedom every day. and while my job may be a little more gruesome than some, i love it. i am very proud to do what i do, and I'm one of the few people you will meet who will be glad when they lose their job because their services are no longer required.