a cross between flying fish and piranhas

I think I"m addicted. Everytime I go with out it, Ilinger around, waiting. Sometimes I think I love my truck....too much (even though I highly dislike my truck, I love it at the same time). Whenever someone else drives it, I have to watch it drive away...and linger about outside in hopes I"ll catch a glipse of it coming back. That low slung-mean looking beast of a truck. OK, maybe not beast...but a not-nice animal all the same.

Hopefully, I"ll be getting a bit of money my way very soon. I'm doing some custom upholstery work for someone who works with my dad. He saw my work on the truck, and asked if I could do some work to his Camaro. It's money, so of course I will. Looks pretty cool, I'll try to get some pics of it before I cover it with material, after, and installed.

My birthday wasn't too bad. No major complaints, but nothing to write home about either. No special slice of....um, pizza from PaPa John's, lol.

Angel eye stuff should be here by the end of the week...can't wait.