I think there is a homeless man in my garage...

So, after my battery saga the other morning, the man who helped me stated that yes, he actually could use my help after I gushed to him " Oh if there's ever anything I can do for you please let me know.." Dang, I will never say that again.

He asked me if he could use my garage to put a transmission in his car. OK I said, no problem. So that evening I get home and he was calling me and I had to help him put the car in my garage and then suddenly it occurred to me that I REALLY DON'T KNOW THIS GUY LOL

Long story short, that car is still in my garage, I think he has no where to live, and him and his car need to G.O= GO

I am so naive sometimes. To make matters worse, he is trying to hit on me and I'm like, " OK. NO. NO. NO." Men, are so stupid sometimes I swear. Not everything is about you getting laid.

So right now I am calling my apartments to see if there is anything I can do to get him moving on.

My life, I swear.

Hello!!!

Well this is my first live blog and its like, I've always thought of blogging but I never have done it.

So, Im gonna do it and lets see what happens or TRANSPIRES... LOL

I will get to my actual life later, but I just have to rant about these A Holes who live in this city of mine.

This morning I pulled out of my garage and the battery died on my car. So, I'm stuck at a 4 Way Stop at 7:15 in the morning with a dead battery and NO JUMPER CABLES, or ANY idea whatsoever how to use them! What the hell! After making a quick mental note to get in touch with AAA, I got out and opened the hood ( Like I was about to do something). LOL

Almost immediately I started getting honked out for blocking the 4 way and a couple of people hollered to "move!" and then I got called the B word. When someone calls me the B word, I either take it as a compliment or knock someone out.

I had no one to help me! They just kept driving past me and being mean! Dude, this was the icing on the cake! I wanted to cry..

My friend Gina came from home to help me and bless her HEART! She was all cute in her little flip flops in that rain! That's a real friend! I also want to give a shout out to the Iraqi refugees who are my upstairs neighbors. The husband came running up to me with his keys in his hand saying " take my car". WOW

When I was younger, my dad always taught us to help others and share what we had with the less fortunate. It was not uncommon for a stray animal, or person to be sitting with us at the dinner table on any given night.. My dad worked in the oil field and he would run across a hitchhiker or a stranger in need here or there and they would come eat with us, take a shower and he'd take them back to the truck stop or wherever.

My dad taught me to love, to show compassion and to care for all creatures great and small. We had skunks, bobcats and injured birds.. All those animals at one time or another.. ;-)

I miss my dad but money cannot buy what he taught me. He taught me to love. Unconditionally. Forever.

Thanks for readin ya'll!