Pamelia, Lists, Spokes, Sith and Alternators.

So here is a little update posting. Since I got pulled over, pranked, a Nephew, and started hanging out with a super cool, super hot chick. A lot has happened. I went on a really awesome hiking trip with Jason and a bunch of other awesome people from Cascade Hills. We hiked the trail to Pamelia Lake, had lunch at the lake, then continued to hike around the lake until it was time to head home. It is the first time I had been there since before I joined the Army, so that puts it at about 8 years. Make sure to ask Jason, Matt or myself about the time we took the RC challenge to the lake. Never again will we do that. The hike to the lake with my friends, some new and some old, was truly awesome. I put on a pack that weighed in at about 40 pounds. I thought it was a bad idea, but now I am glad I did it. The weather actually was really good, and on the way back, we stopped at a clip joint and bought milkshakes for 4 bucks.

Steve had mentioned in his blog about how he was going to start making lists, I will beat his slow ass to the punch here, and say that I have never been a big fan of making to do lists, until recently. I mad a list of all of the crap I wanted to get done last week. With the help of my new old friend of course. Anyway, I got everything on that list done, or pending due to the other people's crap that I am waiting on. Needless to say, I have started using lists, and I have found them to be most helpful. I do feel that I will continue this new found crutch for my laziness and forgetful nature.

Spokes. I have a friend (who shall remain nameless) who comes up with some nifty sayings, and lots of wholesome tasteless pictures, videos, and music. So this person (we will call him Linus) was telling me a story about a conversation, and Linus brought up spokes. When I asked Linus what the hell spokes were, he told me that Spokes, were the little wrinkles around one's butt hole. Therefore, to tell a person that they have no spokes, means that they have been abusing the exit only system of the butt hole.

Sith. So last night I saw it. I wasn't expecting much, and wasn't disappointed. Except for when I ordered a large pop, and ended up with like 64 ounces of fountain coke. The film (Star Wars; Revenge of Sith) or whatever the hell it is called. There were a few good light saber fights, and a lot of decent cartoony special effects, but as a whole, it was a lot like the last two, but maybe marginally better.

This afternoon I had just finished my Quiznos sandwich, and was getting ready to get back to work on my to-do list, when my phone rings, and it is my good friend Tim, asking me for a favor. Of course I say, what can I do to help. Apparently, Tim's little car broke down in N. Willsonville, and he had a plane to catch. I agreed to babysit his car until the tow could arrive. I got to his car, and managed to start it right up. I moved it to a parking lot off of the freeway and walked back to my truck. My mom was the only one available to be a co-pilot for this trip, so I drove back to Salem and picked her up. We drove back to Willsonville, picked up Tim's car and began to head for home. I was positive that there was some form of problem with the charging system. So my policy was, no signaling, no headlights, no wipers, or any other thing that used juice. (I have juice in my fridge.) We got about 11 miles south of Willsonville when the bad rain hit us. Even if I had been using a normal car's wipers, they wouldn't have been able to keep up. as I drove home, the battery went more flat, and the wipers got slower and slower. We got out of the rain, and made it to my house. I did a 6 minute alternator removal, and headed back into town with mom. After a frustrating conversation in spanglish with the girl at Auto Zone, I determined that I will never go there again. I headed to NAPA, and ended up getting the thing tested. Turns out it is fine, and I managed to not spend 90 bucks of Tim's money. I put a charger on the battery, and am hoping that it is just a freak occurrence. We will see.

So there you have it folks, a lame little posting just for the sake of posting. Who thinks that I should put finishing Foxholes on my to-do list?

Yeah, me too.

Oh yeah, Thursday night, May 26th, guys night out movies at my house. This week's movie will be LoneStar. As per usual, five bucks will get you in, and if the weather is good, I will be grilling. Make sure you let me know if you will be here.


At 5/22/2005 8:57 PM, Blogger Rebecca said...

Thanks for helping my little brother Timmy (call him Timmy, he really likes it)! I'm bringing him home just as soon as his LAME flight gets in (was supposed to be here at 5pm).

Here's a story about Tim you might enjoy (sounds like you are a manly man...). So Timmy is in high school and he was a band and choir geek. His cheesy friends made him a sweatshirt that had Timmy embroidered on the front and on the back it said "I'm every woman" (back in the day when Whitney Houston was big and not a drug addict). He wore it. That's all. You should tease him.

Thanks again for helping dear ol' Timmy.

At 5/22/2005 11:49 PM, Blogger Tim said...

I must say big thanks to Eric. He is the man (not woman). My friends in high school were bigger nerds than I, if that's possible. I think the sweatshirt is long gone.

Another added bonus to my trip: my flight was delayed about 4 hours.

Since we're sharing stories. Rebecca cried at the movie theater when she saw Waterworld.


At 5/23/2005 10:46 AM, Blogger ted said...

If I'd spent money to see Waterworld in the theater, I'd have cried, too.

Hey Eric, how old is that battery? Does it have any fluid in it. Beyond that, maybe there's a short somewhere and it's just slowly leaking. No, wait, that wouldn't explain why it's discharging while the car's running with a functional alternator. I'd say take a battery out of one of your Blazers and run around in the car for a while and see if that's the problem.

At 5/23/2005 11:55 AM, Blogger everyday.wonder said...

Man, you have been busy.

Glad to hear Tim's car was not a total loss. I expected it to be something more like pistons falling out onto I5 at 50 mph...

The scary part is when I got to Tim's comment about how the he *thinks* the sweatshirt is long gone...

At 5/23/2005 1:34 PM, Blogger Rebecca said...

Actually, when he is home alone, he gets it out and sings "I'm Every Woman" at the top of his lungs. :)

I won't even try to justify why I was crying. My friend looked over at me and said "Are you crying?" He then stood up in the theater and said "My friend is crying!!!". That is a good story about Rebecca and her sensitive side. See, all the Lewis' are sensitive!

At 5/23/2005 1:36 PM, Blogger Tim said...

I wore it the other day on NW 23rd in Portland. I was trying to blend in.

I actually still have a sweatshirt that says "I Got Wiped Out At Andrew's Bar Mitzvah" with a picture of a guy skiing. I honestly have no idea where I got that one. All the guys I know named Andrew aren't Jewish.

At 5/23/2005 4:17 PM, Blogger rebecca marie said...

guffaw. how can you tell if it's a good day? when two out of three blogs have a story about tim's breakdown.


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