Music to my Ears

TOOL OF THE DAY: the radio

The truck finally bit the dust, yesterday. She's been taking an average of three tries to actually get started lately, but *cough*sputter*click* she wasn't having any of it this time. So, she went into the shop and came out not only more agreeable to starting but also with radio and speedometer and odometer in full running condition! I've driven this green beast around for the past 11 months singing to myself with only the percussion of rolling lumber to accompany me, but now...I am overjoyed! I immediately programmed my favorite stations.

• Button 1: 93.1 for when I'm feeling ghetto
• Button 2: 97.1 "Hank FM, We play anything country."
• Button 3: Z99.5 gotta love Smiley in the Morning
• Button 4: 102.5 WMDH, more country
• Button 5: 104.1 WLBC land, usually with Kim Morris, sometimes Steve Lyndell
• Button 6: 105.7 to round out the easy listening, not my favorite, but I had an extra button

CoJo tempted fate today by standing directly behind the truck to direct me. Little does he know that one day I will have to break. (And since I'm loving the pun...) Someone should advice him to steer clear of me, just in case.

I discovered a new business--selling dirt. Did you know you can buy dirt? We drove to the pay booth, they weighed the truck before we loaded and I went bounding up and down mounds of dirt road to more mounds of dirt and big machines. It was the thing of little boys' dreams! Even I just wanted to hop out and play in the oversized sand box for awhile, but then I don't think most people who know me would be surprised by that. Dirt cheap is an accurate term, by the way. It cost us less than $5 for a ton of pit run!

And to round out another silly day o' work, CoJo and I emptied a load of cardboard/trash into the office dumpster. There was a lot to toss and I hopped in to crush it down to make room for more. I was slipping all over the place and very well could have hurt myself but there was a lot of giggling and I made it out unscathed.

Dumpster Diver,

Construction Kim