It feels like the days are dragging into each other huh?
\nThe need to get on a plane is overwhelming.
\nMy sister called the other night begging me to move back to Redding.\u00a0 She used the guilt trip method too. She must not be reading my blog lately because, “Co-Dependant No More” doesn’t allow guilt trips.\u00a0 I backed up that book with a Dr. Phil book.
\nTonight I was actually thinking about it though.\u00a0 It might have been the Journey song that came on the radio.\u00a0 You see, in Redding they live by classic rock.\u00a0 They play Journey and Air Supply in church up there.\u00a0 It’s scary how out of the music industry they are.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Anyway, a Journey song came on and the heater was blowing full blast…and the memories of Redding and Shingletown came flooding back.\u00a0 Good ones.<\/p>\n
Redding is about 30 degrees hotter than hell on a good day.\u00a0 During the summer you have to have a towel in car to put over the steering wheel because if you touch the steering wheel after leaving the car in the sun for more than 2 minutes your hands WILL MELT.\u00a0 If you forget the towel, you have to learn how to drive with the tips of two fingers.\u00a0 God forbid you have a stick shift.<\/p>\n
Living in Shingletown while going to high school in Redding without car means you’re spending an hour and half on the school bus, in the heat, going uphill on the curviest road created.\u00a0 You learn real fast to make friends with people who have cars.\u00a0 You can get home twice as fast and you don’t have to peel your legs off the pleather seats every few minutes.\u00a0 Our school bus in the 80’s looked like we were transporting\u00a0 30 long haired dogs with all of us fighting to stick our heads out the windows.\u00a0 It was either to get some relief from the heat or to avoid the barf smell that lingers when someone throws up on the bus because of the nauseating drive.<\/p>\n
The driving arrangements went like this; Preps and Jocks drove the slammed mini-trucks.\u00a0 These would seat two and the driver.
\nThe guys who hung out with the preps drove El Caminos.\u00a0 These only sat two and the driver.
\nThe guys who were just the dude that ‘hung out’ drove Honda Civics.\u00a0 seating FOUR and he driver.
\nNow you have the girls;\u00a0 Only one girl in our group drove and she lived half way between Redding and Shingletown and couldn’t drive us all the way home.\u00a0 She did drive a bad-ass Camaro.\u00a0 Kudos to chicks with big hair and nice cars.<\/p>\n
The pecking order for being a passenger in a glorious car instead of the bus went like this;\u00a0 Girlfriend first. Best Friend second, Best friend’s girlfriend is third.<\/p>\n
I dated the guy who rode a skateboard.
\nMy best friend’s boyfriend lived in Redding…and probably had a suspended licenses.
\nGuess who rode the bus a lot?<\/p>\n
One year I managed to secure a spot with the guy who drove the beat up Honda Civic.\u00a0 It didn’t have air conditioning, but that was okay.\u00a0 What sucked is that it overheated all the time so we would have to drive with the heater on to cool the engine.\u00a0 It didn’t have FM stereo either.\u00a0 All five of us would take turns thinking of a song we all knew the words to.\u00a0 Being from Redding the only songs we could sing with accuracy was Journey.<\/p>\n
So with the heater blazing, feet burning, smoking and singing we were creating one of the greatest memories I had of living in Shingletown\/Redding.<\/p>\n
Tomorrow I will have to tell you about my best friends. There is picture that is now circling the internet with me in holding an empty bottle of Tequila.\u00a0 This picture is RIGGED. RIGGED I SAY!\u00a0 I can honestly say I have NEVER done a single shot of that evil toxin.
\nNever have I heard a story start with, “OMG, this one night I had such a good night, I was drinking Tequila.”
\nNope, It usually start with, “The worst night of my life I was drinking Tequila…” and it ends up up with the story teller weaving you into a tale of puking and losing garments of clothing.”<\/p>\n
I’m sure you have a story like that one.\u00a0\u00a0 Tell it, as long as it doesn’t involve a Journey song. That would be just too pathetic.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It feels like the days are dragging into each other huh? The need to get on a plane is overwhelming. My sister called the other night begging me to move back to Redding.\u00a0 She used the guilt trip method too. She must not be reading my blog lately because, “Co-Dependant No More” doesn’t allow guilt trips.\u00a0 I backed up that book with a Dr. Phil book. Tonight I was actually thinking about it though.\u00a0 It might have been the Journey song that came on the radio.\u00a0 You see, in Redding they live by classic rock.\u00a0 They play Journey and Air Supply in church up there.\u00a0 It’s scary how out of the music industry they are.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Anyway, a Journey song came on and the heater was blowing full blast…and the memories of Redding and Shingletown came flooding back.\u00a0 Good ones. Redding is about 30 degrees hotter than hell on a good day.\u00a0 During the summer you have to have a towel in car to put over the steering wheel because if you touch the steering wheel after leaving the car in the sun for more than 2 minutes your hands WILL MELT.\u00a0 If you forget the towel, you have to learn how to drive with the tips of two fingers.\u00a0 God forbid you have a stick shift. Living in Shingletown while going to high school in Redding without car means you’re spending an hour and half on the school bus, in the heat, going uphill on the curviest road created.\u00a0 You learn real fast to make friends with people who have cars.\u00a0 You can get home twice as fast and you don’t have to peel your legs off the pleather seats every few minutes.\u00a0 Our school bus in the 80’s looked like we were transporting\u00a0 30 long haired dogs with all of us fighting to stick our heads out the windows.\u00a0 It was either to get some relief from the heat or to avoid the barf smell that lingers when someone throws up on the bus because of the nauseating drive. The driving arrangements went like this; Preps and Jocks drove the slammed mini-trucks.\u00a0 These would seat two and the driver. The guys who hung out with the preps drove El Caminos.\u00a0 These only sat two and the driver. The guys who were just the dude that ‘hung out’ drove Honda Civics.\u00a0 seating FOUR and he driver. Now you have the girls;\u00a0 Only one girl in our group drove and she lived half way between Redding and Shingletown and couldn’t drive us all the way home.\u00a0 She did drive a bad-ass Camaro.\u00a0 Kudos to chicks with big hair and nice cars. The pecking order for being a passenger in a glorious car instead of the bus went like this;\u00a0 Girlfriend first. Best Friend second, Best friend’s girlfriend is third. I dated the guy who rode a skateboard. My best friend’s boyfriend lived in Redding…and probably had a suspended licenses. Guess who rode the bus a lot? One year I managed to secure a spot with the guy who drove the beat up Honda Civic.\u00a0 It didn’t have air conditioning, but that was okay.\u00a0 What sucked is that it overheated all the time so we would have to drive with the heater on to cool the engine.\u00a0 It didn’t have FM stereo either.\u00a0 All five of us would take turns thinking of a song we all knew the words to.\u00a0 Being from Redding the only songs we could sing with accuracy was Journey. So with the heater blazing, feet burning, smoking and singing we were creating one of the greatest memories I had of living in Shingletown\/Redding. Tomorrow I will have to tell you about my best friends. There is picture that is now circling the internet with me in holding an empty bottle of Tequila.\u00a0 This picture is RIGGED. RIGGED I SAY!\u00a0 I can honestly say I have NEVER done a single shot of that evil toxin. Never have I heard a story start with, “OMG, this one night I had such a good night, I was drinking Tequila.” Nope, It usually start with, “The worst night of my life I was drinking Tequila…” and it ends up up with the story teller weaving you into a tale of puking and losing garments of clothing.” I’m sure you have a story like that one.\u00a0\u00a0 Tell it, as long as it doesn’t involve a Journey song. 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