Sunday, May 28, 2006

F250 Super-Cab Prototype Truck in Ann Arbor!

(at the bottom of this post)

Ann Arbor is a stones throw away from Detroit Motor City (they still make cars in Detroit, right?). It is not unusual to see shrouded prototype vehicles from the Big 3 (General Motors, Ford, Chrysler) and Toyota on the highways for road testing. It IS unusual to see them in the parking lot of a local grocery store on a weekend. Even MORE unusual for me to have a camera ready for a moment like this. Having these images captured on my digital camera is nothing compared to the story of how I got them.

Like the paparazi Queen that I am, getting the first photo was no big deal. It was easily snapped by me, sitting in the passenger seet of my 12 year old, 6 cylinder mini- SUV. My husband, the mad man that he is, was in the drivers seat. He gracefully backed our vehicle to block the driver of this monsterous truck, a Ford F250 SuperCab dueley (2 axels in the rear). The first photo was taken straight on. After snapping the shutter, I gave the driver a BIG smile, and a little princess wave as we drove off. I reviewed the photo and decided I didn't like it. It looked too much like....
Darth Vader, and less like an incognito Super Truck.

Hell, lets get another shot. He is still in the parking lot, waiting for his wife who was in the store...He couldn't go any where fast. Could he?!?

As hubby circled the lot to line up the next picture, SuperTruck reved its massive engine and quickly sped down an aisle. HUH!?! It must have been my wave that pushed this driver over the edge, 'cause he was on the move! Up and down the aisles we both went. Him on the run, us in lame pursuit. Our truck was a Hippo compared to the purr of the Leopard SuperTruck (we went to the zoo today, can you tell?).

This picture was taken just before our Tom & Jerry game moved to the large lot BEHIND the store. Much better clarity of a photo...
In the back lot, SuperTruck raced at least 60 MPH behind another building.

Here is the photo of SuperTrucks hasty retreat.

Happy with the second shot, we decide to go home. As we were cutting through the lot towards the front of the store, SuperTruck came flying towards us at a high rate of speed. With precision braking, he maneuvered the truck to a dead stop in front of our truck. The drivers door swung open. Doing his best "I am David Beckham after winning the World Cup, and I am so sick of photographers" move, the driver jumped (literally) from the cab and ran to our truck. He barked "WHAT IS THE PROBLEM?!?" into my open window. From the back of my truck my son says, "Awwww! Are we done with the chase?" After hearing that, I burst into laughter while looking at the drivers face. The driver, who in reality is the stereo typical engineer Little Man, takes one look at my husbands sizable girth and backs away from my truck. He knows he doesn't stand a chance against a tangle he was so going for with my husband.

I say, "Dude, come on! You're in a shrouded, manufactures plated truck! I got all the pictures I need. Thanks!" I resume my evil laugh as he weakly replies "You got your picture, now leave me alone!" He runs for the safety of SuperTruck, slipping a bit on the running boards as he frantically climbs in. Another roar of laughter erupts from our truck. His teenage daughter, who is in the back of the cab, peers out her window. Obviously, she was upset that her fathers persona wasn't as big as the truck he drove. She jutted her hand out her open window, flashing us her middle finger as SuperTruck sped away. More laughter from our vehicle...

Now are path is open, so we began to leave the parking lot. Next thing we hear is the roar of SuperTrucks motor. That Little Man Engineer still behind the wheel of SuperTruck, is now behind us, and moving fast. All we could see out our back glass was the huge shrouded grill. My husband, the madman, not at all bothered by this sight says "Well, you mother fucker! Coming up on me like that.... You wanna fuck with me? Here you go..." Hubby slams our truck into reverse and steps on the gas peddle. Good thing SuperTruck has a big engine. He needed it to get out of our way. "Oh yeah! Just as I thought, you fucker. Wouldn't have that nice job at Ford if you returned their truck all smashed" my husband says under his breath. More laughter from our truck as we watch SuperTruck speed away in reverse. Off to home we go.

I am sure Little Man Engineer spent the rest of his evening deleting this high torque escapade from the data laptop attached to SuperTruck. No sense in having Fords top brass reviewing what LittleManEngineer was up to while "borrowing" a prototype vehicle for the weekend. No worries, LittleMan! I've exposed the dirty work of you and SuperTruck for all to see. Thanks for the FUN!!

Okay. I have corrected the model of this truck, thanks to several auto insiders who have visited this blog. It is an F250, NOT a 350 as earlier reported. I posted a link to this story to Autoblog, (and Blue Oval News, thanks Ron) as suggested by Bob from Ack/Nak. As a result, numerous people from around the globe have stopped by to view these precious pictures. It has also flooded the internet through countless link backs to it. Thanks to all the bloggers who have carried the story farther than I expected. For those of you who have taken the photos and the story itself for use on their own blogs, I have no problems with you doing this as long as you give credit where credit is due, ie. telling your readers that you got the info from CamieVog @ Perfect Blue Buildings. Many of you have done this, and for that I thank you.
Several blogs, after reading the story, have made comments about how UNSAFE this situation could potentially have been. I will clarify, it was not OUR vehicle that was racing around, it was the F250! We were merely attempting to achieve a decent angle for a better shot. We did not exceed the posted 15 MPH speed limit in the front parking lot, and did not go over 25MPH in the back parking lot. I will also mention that the back parking lot was EMPTY of cars and people. Once again, sure we were getting some better pictures, but it was the engineer behind the wheel of the F250 who was doing the erratic driving! This entire story could have been avoided, had the engineer allowed the photos to be taken in the first place. Remember, it was HIS choice to use this vehicle as a "grocery getter" on a Saturday night. It only proves to me that he wanted to be noticed or else he would have driven his wifes Ford Focus instead.

Thursday, May 25, 2006

"Lose Yourself...."

Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact That I can't get by with my 9 to 5 And I can't provide the right type of life for my family
Cause man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers
And it's no movie, there's no Makai Pfeiffer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus Teeter-totter caught up between trying to be a mother* and a prima donna Baby mama drama's screamin on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotony
Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot or I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure's NOT!

credits: Post- "Lose Yourself" by Eminem
picture- by Audrey Niffeneger

this is the song that I have been playing non-stop in my head. i am fine, i will be fine, i just needed to vent, and get it outta my HEAD!

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

"The ones who love you, are the ones who stay...."

"Dearly beloved, are you listening? I can't remember a word that you were saying..."
(a phone call I recently made, and now want to forget)

Trina: Hello?
Camie: Hello. Is this Trina?
Trina: Yes, it is.
Camie: My name is Camie, I am your brothers best friend.
Trina: Who?
Camie: You are Trina, right? Logan Ecchols is your brother, right?
Trina: Yes, ah, Logan Ecchols is my, eh, brother.
Camie: Right. Just making sure. I'm calling to let you know that your brother (who you haven't spoken to since the early '90's) is in dire straights and needs help.
Trina: Oh... I'm not helping him.
Camie: What!?! Let me put it to you this way. Your brother is in the process of being evicted from the place he has lived in for 20 years. Do you understand me?!? Evicted! He will be living on the streets soon. Your brother!
Trina: I am not helping him. He didn't help me with MY dad.
Camie: Your dad? He was Logans father, too.
Trina: (no answer)
Camie: I hope you take the guilt of turning away your own blood, you brother, to your grave!

CamieVog hangs up the phone and proceeds to cry for half an hour, feeling like more of a sister to Logan than Trina ever could be.....

To the "real life" friends who are reading this post: You know who I am talking about! Logan needs more than a listening ear right now. He needs cash, and FAST! This is not a joke. And if this situation is inconvienient for you, well how will you feel when he has no where to go?? You know that Logan would give you the shirt off his back if he was able, and yet you let his calls go to voicemail or don't answer his emails. Don't be like Trina! Logan is too good of a person, and YOU know it!

title credits: Veronica Mars, and J.O.S. by Green Day

Sunday, May 21, 2006

I AM..............TAGGED!

and so are: Ron, deadpuppy, and *(asterisk)

I AM: painfully honest, loyal, a great listener, too hard on myself.
I WANT: a Stella Scooter with a sidecar.
I HATE: crowds, cooking, liars, people who don't listen, people who feel it is their job to give me a hard time.
I MISS: travelling.
I FEAR: failure, the death of anyone in my immediate family.
I HEAR: dead people.
I WONDER: if I am doing a good job raising my son to be a great adult.
I REGRET: being a classic under achiever. I should have went to med school...
I AM NOT: who you think I am when you first meet me.
I DANCE: very badly. However, my mom was a professional ballroom dancer.
I SING: about as bad as I dance.
I SEE: visions of the past, present, and future.
I CRY: more often than you might think.
I AM NOT ALWAYS: happy. And you would never know it.
I MAKE WITH MY HANDS: beautiful knitted garments.
I WRITE: because of my blog.
I CONFUSE: feelings with logic.
I NEED: to constantly re-assure myself that I'm okay, and not too crazy.
I SHOULD: relax.
I START: lots of cool projects.
I FINISH: things too slowly for most people.

there you go, Lucky!

Saturday, May 20, 2006

Is this a sign I spend too much time tripping through my own brain?

Which soldier type are you?
created with
You scored as Special Ops. Special ops. You're sneaky, tactful, and a loner. You prefer to do your jobs alone, working where you don't come into contact with people. But everyonce in a while you hit it big and are noticed and given fame. Your given the more sensitive problems. You get things done, and do what has to be done.


Special Ops


Combat Infantry




Support Gunner










Which soldier type are you?
created with

Monday, May 15, 2006

Is this validation that I am a good mom? (don't answer that)

What a wonderful Mother's Day. For those who take the time to read my blog, you know that I have been pining away for an iPod since their inception. First it was the 40GB. Time went on, and Apple phased it out to make way for the 30GB video model. That wasn't enough space for my liking, so my attention turned to the 60GB video. It's not the video part that is important to me...Like everything else in America, it is the size that counts (jab, jab, anti-crapitalist). I should be able to transfer my entire musical library onto it. No more cassette cases breaking as I sit on them in my car. No more CD jewel cases becoming projectiles in the event I brake too hard for the stop sign I almost ran. No more, "hey, can we listen to the radio?" from the cars other passengers.... ("Oh, there are other people in this car. What did you say? I can't hear you...Did you just ask to turn it down?? I still can't hear you.")

Yeah, I am happy about this new member of my family. I promise to love it and keep it safe.

How many of you readers have an iPod to call your own? Would you be interested in podcasts of Camie posts? I flirt with the idea, though I have no clue on where to begin. I'll need to call in the help of Fluffy Stuffin' since he is the guy in the know. Actually, podcasts of the telephone conversations I have with Fluffy might be more interesting.

Off I go....I still have hundreds of CD's that need to be converted and loaded into "Podwah". I also need to visit the iTunes store to redeem a precious gift certificate given to me years ago from Sir Fluffy. Any suggestions?

A BIG thank you goes to my husband, who worked very hard to get me such a lovely gift.

Thursday, May 11, 2006

"What's new, pussycat....meow, meow, meow..."

In extreme honor of *(asterisk)

An interview with CamieVog's cat:

1. What's your favorite food?
Sashimi is my favorite, but I will accept huge amounts of sushi, too. Also need a pint size dish of Samuel Smith Taddy Porter to wash it down. I am a cat who craves taste.

2. What is your favorite toy?
My tail, of course. When I tire of that, I turn to my "catnip" infused scratching pole. I find it is best for my pea-sized brain to remain as stoned as possible. I promise to get off the "junk" when there is a regime change in this country.

3. What is your best trick?
Behaving as the best CopyCat known to cats. This works well for me and my hyper stoned pea-sized brain. This takes pressure off my catolicious ego, since I am not overly original in the first place.

4. What is your favorite human trick?
Walking upright on my two back legs. As far as I know, I am the only cat capable of doing this. Well, don't quote me on that...

5. What human rule do you break often?
Walking on top of the kitchen counters (on my two back legs, mind you) and licking my own butt for hours.

6.What do you wish your human knew about you?
Unlike most cats, I like to have my fur brushed the wrong way. Oh wait, she already does that to me... Okay, I secretly like having tape put on the bottom of my paws.

7. What are you glad that your human does not know about you?
I'm really a dog. She is blind as a bat...

CamieVog finds *(asterisk) to be incredibly inspiring. She thanks him in kind... ;)

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

"See the U.S.A. in your Chevrolet..."

CamieVog's Map
31 States visited (60%)

C.V.'s Husband's Map
23 States visited (45%)

There you go Pup. I guess I've been to more states than I thought. I tend to remember more of my international travels, taking the U.S. for granted. I must say, most of these states were visited after I turned 18. Before 18, I had only been to Illinois, Indiana and Ohio. My parents never took me anywhere...

I included my husbands map for fun. He thought for sure that he had been to more states than me.

Sunday, May 07, 2006

Where in the world is CamieVog?

Visited 27 countries (12%)
Thanks to *(asterisk) at A Blog About Nowt for sharing this. Puts things into perspective. Hmm, is it obvious I am a northern kinda girl?

Also wanted to say thanks to all those who commented on the last post. I enjoyed reading everyones opinion regarding immigration and world living standards. Next post is on its way. I think it'll be a bit, eh, lighter than the last.

Monday, May 01, 2006

The Future of Whitey in America

"Excuse me, can you spare, eh, something ?
You see, my working poor job has been out sourced
to some illegal immigrants."

Today is the day that all those in support of illegal Hispanic labor in America are to take a day off without pay. It is anticipated to heavily affect the service industry in numerous areas of the U.S.

If any of these things are on your "To Do" list today, lets hope you have the skill to do them. If not, maybe you should call your parents and yell at them for not teaching you proper life skills.

1. Move your heavy furniture into that enormous house you just bought.

2. Cut your grass, landscape your yard, plant that over priced tree, spread 100 yards of mulch into your flower beds.

3. Wake, bathe, dress, feed, and ferry your children to school. After school, pick them up, entertain them, feed them dinner, put them to bed.

4. Plan and cater the food for that important business function for your colleques.

5. Clean your house from top to bottom.

6. Re-roof your house.

The list could go on.....

I give Hispanics a lot of credit for what they do to get into and stay in this country. I've been to Mexico several times, the longest time spent there was 6 weeks. My trips were not spent basking at an all inclusive resort. I travelled and adventured extensively through out the land. I have a good perspective on how Mexicans live. How they live in Mexico even touches my own household in Ann Arbor. Here are some photos of my husbands grandmothers house in Sahuayo, Mexico. Sahuayo is a very small town near Guadalajara.

Grandma in the sitting room. Bedroom is behind her through the door.

The veranda.

The bathroom ceiling.

My husband, an American born Mexican, spent one month of his "vacation" time attempting to alleviate his grandmothers housing squalor. By Mexican standards, she lives quite well. I'll also mention that while his grandmother lives in what we in America would refer to as a ghetto, her son, my husband's father, his house was recently appraised for $650,000 U.S. His house is located in Silicon Valley, California. By no means am I implying that my father in law is a land barron who allows his own mother to live in oppression. I am stricktly stating how unequal living conditions and standards are between the two countries. My father in law is the only one of her children who sends money for her care on a regular basis.

Statisticians believe that by 2012, Hispanics will be the majority in the U.S., and Whitey will be demoted to the minority. Shit, in my own house the 2/3 majority is Hispanic. My loverly 1/3 caucasian ass is already the minority. Sing with me..."I wanna be the minority...". That Latin blood is thicker than water.

There is the argument that these illegals are sucking off the tit of America by using the welfare system for food, health care, and housing. And they send their children to public schools. Yeah, their doing it....the same way the working poor Americans are doing it. If you think all these illegals are getting paid under the table, you are mistaken. Thanks to the Federal government, business are required to verify that the person they are hiring is able to legally work in the U.S. There are countless forms that the employee must fill out documenting their legal statis via proof of drivers license, social security card, and residency. This is required, and the illegals comply. They provide these documents and things check out. They are hired and begin having taxes taken out of their pay. Fed, State, Social Security, the works. No one (ie. the Feds and INS) realize that the taxes are tagged to some guy in Dallas. The illegals are paying into the system. Unfortunately, the way they are doing it (to save their asses) and how shitty the U.S. manages its bizzare checks and balances, well, they just don't mesh. The tax money sits unclaimed.

Back to my father in law.... He came to the U.S. almost 50 years ago to work in the car factories in Detroit. Truthfully, I have no idea if he came into this country legally, or not. Eventually, he met and married my mother in law, who was an American born Mexican. After the marriage, he became a permanent resident of the U.S. He maintained that statis for 45 years, all the while keeping his Mexican passport. He joined the meat cutters union (butcher), worked, paid into the American system legally, raised a family of 7 children and retired from his job.

After September 11, he received a letter from the INS stating that he could no longer be a permanent resident. He must become a citizen. It took over 2 years to clear himself. 2 years of standing in lines at INS. 2 years of re-doing paperwork the INS "lost". 2 years of not being able to leave the country for fear that the U.S. might not let him back in. In the end, he was able to have his perm. resident statis reinstated. If all this can happen to a legal immigrant, imagine what it is like for those who are illegal and truely desire to make things right for themselves within the U.S. We should be glad that all they are going to do today is take the day off in protest....


many thanks to my buddy Mark for creating the cool Playmobile homeless guy. you the man!