Rebecca A. Foster

Maybe it is the Texan in me, but I love big trucks. My dad had a Ford F-150 V-8, not a huge truck, but the perfect size for me. The best part of visiting him (other than him, of course) was being able to use the truck while I was there. He just used it to tow stuff, so it was all mine when I was in town. I felt like the Queen of Sheba driving it, I wanted to drive all over the other cars.  I have a dorky sedan, but my dream is to own a truck. Too expensive for me right now, but someday... If I had to choose between a guy who drove a sportscar and one who owned a truck? Truckman, hands down. Sports cars are for weinies! 

Three things: 1. Not having syphilis! I'm going on a trip overseas later this year and the country's visa requires you to prove you're syphilis-free. At the doc's, the nurse came in and asked me, "Did you want a pap smear while you're here?" Nope, I sure didn't. Nurse: "Oh, I just figured since we're already testing for syphilis..." trails off. I explained I don't REALLY think I have syphilis, it's for a visa. I'm sure she gets that all the time. Also, thanks a lot nurse! 2. Harold and Kumar! 3. Big trucks! I'm driving my dad's big black V8 engine truck while my car is in the shop. I can't park it worth beans but I feel like the Queen of Sheba driving it. I want to drive over the top of other cars. My Toyota will seem so small after this.