So on the way to Shelton Friday night, I was driving my car and Igor was driving behind me. When we got to the end of Route 25 in Trumbull where the highway ends and we take a right onto Route 111 towards Monroe, we were approaching the traffic light, which was a green arrow to turn right, so we turned right, going about 30 mph or so. Meanwhile, a red Jetta (all ghettoed up and stickered out) going in the other direction made an illegal U-turn in the middle of the road, cutting me off so bad that I came *this close* to smashing into him, which probably would have demolished the right side of his car, nevermind the girl in his passenger seat. I laid on the horn and sped up behind him, but got caught in traffic. I called Igor, and he said he was going to go after him, but he got caught behind traffic, too. I figured we'd lost him, but alas, we spotted him turning into the Dunkin' Donuts parking lot, so I followed him in, and Igor swung around the other way. By the time the teen realized we cornered him, he was already backing into a parking spot and saw me staring him down (from inside my car). Igor parked his car right in front of the kid's, and jumped out of the car, rolled his sleeves up and charged over to the kid, who was sitting in his car still, starting to look scared (OK, I was even scared now). Igor knocked on the boy's window and was like, "Roll down your window!" (Not so tough anymore with your crooked baseball cap and stickered up Jetta with a fart can muffler -- blasphemy -- are we now?) The kid cracked the window and Igor yelled at him something along the lines of: "What the F do you think you're doing? She almost T-boned you back there the way you cut her off. What are you doing?!" The kid was like, "Yeah, I heard her beep at me." And Igor screamed some more obscenities at the boy and walked away. I drove off and some guys approached Igor as he was getting back in his car and he told them the punk almost hit me and then Igor got in his car and burned rubber out of there. I heard the stunned kids from the parking lot looking over at us as we drove away. No one even followed us, I was shocked.
I've never seen Igor get so mad he rolled up his sleeves and got in someone's face like that, but I guess that means don't mess with the precious girlfriend and her precious Volkswagen.
Knight in shining armor, er, fleece sweatshirt and VW hat was in full effect.
That's hot.

Now I'm really one of the cool kids: I got a myspace page!

I'm a Karmann Ghia...





Which VW Are You?

by Auto Glass Across America

Happy Birthday, Bunny!

Miracle of all miracles -- my Blogger works at work! Horray!
I just wanted to say that I hope you all enjoy my ridiculous drunk entries as much as I do. (Drunk entry, as in the one below.) Do you even know how long it took me to type that without spelling everything incorrectly? At least 10 minutes. Gosh.
Horray for Friday! Now if only I had a raft to float home in. The rain really makes me wish I lived in Vegas where it's warm and sunny right now, I'm sure.

No. 179 of Why I love my Igor:

It's Thursday night and I'm a little tipsy after being out with the workies for a few hours of drinks.
So we return to his house and I'm starving! So I look in the fridge and find enough Russian delicacies to make myself a treat: a sandwich on whole wheat bread with sliced Gouda cheese, spreadable Mother Goose liverwurst, random salami and mayo. And a yummy dill pickle on the side. And Nacho Cheese Preztel Combos on the other side (from college).
Yum.
Yeah, it doesn't get any better than this.
:)

We went to the Antique Tractor Show in White Hills over the weekend. It was good, farmer fun. The longer I live in White Hills, the more endearing it grows. Don't get me wrong, I love the city, but I'm a country girl at heart. White Hills isn't as woodsy as it once was, but we did have that bear sighting on my street a few years ago. (I'm not joking.) So yeah, Willie and I geared up in our boots and he in his flannel shirt and I in my NASCAR sweatshirt (appropriate wear) and drove over to the dairy farm in the Jeep for the show that boasts "if it hauls dirt, it'll be there." And it was fun, I'll admit it!

Here's the whole album is here.

But here's some photos from the show: