New Tire Control Issues

About the end of March my car was making the most evil racket. I couldn't figure what could possibly be wrong. The worst part was the poor handling. It wasn't bad when accellerating or braking but coasting was unbearable. The car would jump arl over the road. It was kind a scary. Finally I'd had enough and I have no idea why but I decided to check the lugs. I didn't have a wrench so I just checked them with my fingers. And one of them I was able to unscrew?! with my my fingers at that point I decided not to drive my car any forther without correcting that little problem

It seems that when I got new tires the people putting them on, may have forgotten to tighten those when they put the new tire on. Luckily it was just that one tire.

New Tires Solves Control Issues!

Yep. That's about all their is to say about that.

Cookies in the Parkinglot

Theres a little bar about 5 miles out of town an the corner of a paved road and a gravel road. Jared, a friend of mine, lives several miles up that gravel road from the bar.

Tonight as I was going to visit Jared, I slowed down for this corner. I noticed there was some old snow pack on the end of the gravel, but didn't think much of it. I made the corner off the pavement and began to accelerate. I heard the rear tires spin. I watched with surprice and fear as my car spun around on this little patch of snow pack. My headlights illuminating the bar and the cars in the parkinglot then the road and the cornfield on the otherside, around and around...

Eventually, I came to a stop facing the intersection I had just pulled off of. Since I was already at the bar, I figured i'd just step in for a beer. And try to stopp shaking.

Old Age

The other night I was playing cards with Rick and the boys, when Lisa walked in. She's an eyeful, absolutely beautiful young lady. But she looks like she's in her late forties though shes only twenty-seven. I couldn't believe how old she looks. Still beautiful but old.

I remember when she came to to live with her dad, twelve years old, red/black hair. Her parents were divorced. Her dad a recovering alcoholic, worked eighty hours a week to provide for her and her siblings. They were a wild bunch. Lived on a ten acre patch of land with a few old outbuildings and a delapidated little house with a caving in foundation. All the neighbors organized a work be to rebuild the foundation. I remember think it was the most rundown place I'd ever seen.

By the time Lisa was sixteen she had had two miscarriages, and declared herself a lesbian. Then the year she graduated highschool she got married to a guy who hooked her on meth, cocaine and other drugs. They had a kid that had withdrawal in the hospital upon delivery from al sorts of crap. Social Service took custody before she was released from the hospital. She fought  em but couldn't stay clean long enough to pass a urine drug test.

She met up with another guy, who started taking her to church. She got pregnant, had another child with this fellow. She was baptized. She got clean, got custody of her other kid, and married this guy.

Things seemed pretty good. They had been married for six months when Lisa's husband put her in ICU for two months. Social Services took the kids, again. One of the stipulations for getting her kids back this time was legally seperating from her abuser. She divorced him, before she got out of the hospital and moved back in with her dad.

Now she's livng on her own again. shes got custody of both her kids. But man, she looks old. I just can't get over that.

Which is better?

Boarding school or controlled residential learning environment?

Just put your opinion in the comments section of this post.

Thank you and have a nice life.