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Monday, January 29, 2007
Hey Dude, where's my poll???As you can see, there's some kind of "server error" with my poll question. Crappo. I'm hoping it's
just something with the system and it'll fix itself in the next few hours. Otherwise I'll have to test out web.com's
tech support! xoxoxo, Martha
Saturday, January 27, 2007
I couldn't resist...I know I've already done a few "which act would your choose to go see"poll,
but with the news of David Lee Roth going out on the road with his old bandmates, I had to see how they'd stack up against
the competition, especially Aerosmith. xoxoxo, Martha
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Gods of the Big 80'sComing up with ideas for this week's show. Sometimes I'll go in to record
with 7 fully prepared segments, I'll read them over to Jordan (Producer/DJ/MasterMixer/Husband) and he'll give me
a blank look and say, "those aren't funny, go back and FIGURE OUT WHAT YOU WANT TO SAY TO THESE PEOPLE!" It
sucks in the moment but always makes for a better show. At least I hope so! xoxoxo,
Martha
Friday, January 12, 2007
CarsOh wives, oh my legions of wives I needed you. I needed your collective strength, your
protection, as I felt the sickening impact of my own mailbox impaling the side of my husband’s brand-new convertible.
I was making an emergency run back to the toy store with my 5-year-old son, Ryder, because the astronaut he’d
carefully chosen just an hour before didn’t stand or bend or do anything cool. He’d been so excited to spend his
Christmas money from “Nana” and I absolutely hate when toys turn out to be a big disappointment, so I’d
said we could bring it right back.
“You shouldn’t go out now, the roads are slick from this rain,”
was Jordan’s reaction when I told him we were heading back down to the shopping center. I brushed away his, to my mind,
over-the-top concern, “Oh come on, it’ll be fine, fine!”
I swear to you, 45 seconds later I sliced
my own mailbox off it’s post and caused approximately $3,000 dollars to Jordan’s brand-new, metallic black convertible.
His pride and joy. “You shouldn’t go out now. You shouldn’t go out now. You shouldn’t go out now,”
playing over and over in my head.
I sat behind the steering wheel with my head in my hands wishing two things:
1) that I would turn into a block of ice, and 2) that someone woud come along and smash me into a million tiny fragments.
Tiny sparkles that wouldn’t feel this dread. I couldn’t move, except to moan, “damn, damn, damn.”
OK Quinn, get it together, your kid’s in the car. “I just knocked over the mailbox and I’m going to
get out and look at Daddy’s car.” Trying to keep all my limbs from fleeing the scene, I opened the door, got out,
and slowly forced myself to take in the devastation: a 3 foot gash of white paint from the mailbox, culminating in a full-on
hole punched clear through the otherwise shiny black body. The top of the steel mailbox upside-down on the grass.
Damn,
Damn, Damn.
It was so weird, just on the other side of the fence, Jordan was blissfully unaware of the fact that his
car had just been decimated.
My first thought was to get the carnage over with as soon as possible, so I actually opened
the gate to go tell him, but then I reconsidered, “There’s nothing to be done now, he’s got to finish this
week’s Gods of the Big 80’s, and this’ll just blow his mind. Ryder would be thrown into a total upheaval,
I may as well continue on and tell Jordan when I get back home.”
Driving along Pacific Coast Highway in a daze,
my first call was to my good friend, Brian, the service guy at Vista Ford in Oxnard. Now you might be wondering, “Why
would Martha be buds with a Ford Service guy in Oxnard?”
Ah. Interesting story. About SIX WEEKS AGO I scraped
the exact same side of the car against the friggin’ gate, and we had to have the whole thing buffed and re-painted.
Oh my god Jordan’s gonna freakin’ lose it!
Damn, Damn, Damn.
“Brian, it’s Martha Quinn.
Guess why I’m calling.” His guess was that Jordan had supercharged his engine and crashed the car. Nope. “Don’t
tell me you crashed the car,” was his second guess. Bingo, Brian!
I pulled over, described the damage, and from
my description, Brian gave me the $3,000 estimate. You didn’t have to be psychic to know I was completely panicking.
“What??? Are you sure??? Oh my God!!!” Trying to be nice he said, “Maybe it’s not that bad!”
I wanted to think he could possibly be right, but the car looked like it had been keyed by the Hulk.
“Are
you taking the car out for a drive but really you’re bringing it here to be fixed?” Brian had a fantastic idea
there, but I didn’t think I could actually swing that. I thought about bringing it home and acting like it was a hit-and-run,
but I figured the insurance company would find me out, and then I’d be an air-head criminal.
At the toy store
I imagined the clerk saying she wouldn’t take back Commander Perry and then I’d start crying, “You have
to, I just cracked up my car to get down here, and it’s gonna cost $3,000 dollars, and if this stupid astronaut didn’t
keep falling over this wouldn’t have happened in the first place!”
But toy return was uneventful, and I
headed home, heart pounding, where Jordan’s reaction to his car’s new feature was quite the opposite. “WHAT
THE HELL HAPPENED? WHAT DID YOU DO? ARE YOU CRAZY? HOW COULD YOU CRASH INTO YOUR OWN MAILBOX?”
I honestly couldn’t
blame him, so I dutifully accepted my lashing, though I did point out he seemed to be a bit Kid Rock about the whole thing
(think Kid Rock banging on Tommy Lee’s hotel room in Vegas).
To his credit, Jordan recovered rather quickly, but
does feel compelled to yell things like, “Fire in the hole” when I get behind the wheel. His friends all dive
for the bushes, that kind of thing. And our friend Ron Young, singer for Little Cesar (who we play all the time ‘cause
they seriously rock) is a hot-rod fanatic who knows a body-shop guy who said he could replace that rear quarter-panel for
a mere $2,000. Gee what a break. But one thing’s for sure-I will not drive that car, not for a long time. Hey I don’t
want to be seen in that junker!!!
Xoxoxo, Martha
11:04 pm pst
Tuesday, January 9, 2007
Malibu Fires and moreI'm sitting here googling "Kurt Russell P Diddy" cause I could swear there was a story a few years
back about Kurt Russell seeing someone toss a cigarette out of a car, chasing him down, it turned out to be P Diddy, and they
had a big fight. The reports seem to be the big fires of last night, the one that destroyed homes, was started by a
cigarette carelessly ejected from a car. At any rate, along the way I stumbled upon a gossip website that's
quite amusing: http://www.defamer.com/ xoxoxo, Martha
Monday, January 8, 2007
Global warming links up!Now all I need to get finished are my writings about my interaction with our mailbox
while driving my husband's new convertible, and what aspect of my personatity I'm trying to exorcise with this week's
poll. xoxo, Martha
Oh no, I forgotto put up the Global Warming links I was mentioning! OK, it's 7am. I'll make
breakfast and lunches (kids and dogs) and then I'll put them up. xoxo, Martha
7:04 am pst
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