Hillbilly Life

Yesterday at work was icky.

Yesterday in Narc's tank was super fun. For the city folk, that's what you see country folk swimming in when you watch a movie. Anywho, I was sitting on a boogie board, which was proving somewhat painful. (Every time I lost my balance, the board would fly up out of the water, sending the band attached to my wrist slicing through the water until it became a rather pushy g-string.) After finally mastering it, one of Narc's dogs named Pooch swam over to me, scratched me up, and tumped me over when his paw got caught in the band attaching me to the board. Later, I was swimming under water and opened my eyes, a habit. It was pitch black. I snorted water up my nose and started swimming rather ineffieciently. I think I saw the face of death under there...oooor Satan. That was pretty much the scariest thing ever.

By the way, I'm apparently afraid of the super-dark.

My dad told me one of his ambulance stories over the phone this morning. Last night he was called out to a psychiatric case. When they arrived, they found a man, who we'll refer to as Jim-Bo, wearing a white t-shirt and his underwear. From what Jim-Bo said (but how well can you trust a man wearing only his tighty-whities (spelling?)), he had walked almost 20 miles to Bastrop from the county jail. Then this conversation took place:

Dad: Do you have insurance?
Jim-Bo: Oh yes.
Dad: Do you have your card with you.
Jim-Bo: No. It's in my wallet.
Dad: Where's your wallet?
Jim-Bo: In my pants.
Dad: Where are your pants?
Jim-Bo: At home.
Dad: Why did you leave the house with no pants on?
Jim-Bo: Well, my friends drove up, so I just hopped in the truck.
Dad: Why did you get in the truck with your friends if you had no pants on?
Jim-Bo: Well...cause we were out in the boondocks.

That's a good enough answer for me.

Also, xanga and myspace allow me to show the reader what I'm reading/listening to/watching. I love that feature and so at the end of each post, I'll just write it. Like so

Listening to: Rilo Kiley's Under the Blacklight