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Driving me Bonkers!

I have been told I drive like a grandma. 

I suppose I do.  If the grandma is a patient, calm, highly skilled driver!

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But, in 28 years of driving, I have not had a speeding ticket or been involved in an accident while I’ve been driving.

(Okay, if we’re counting the time I backed into my moms Durango the morning after she arrived from out-of-town, then I’ve had one teeny tiny accident.  But I was so used to just reversing in the driveway and there not BEING a vehicle there!)

No moving violations on public roads.   There.  That’s better.

So I get to vent – because I CAN throw a stone. My house is not made of glass when it comes to this topic.

I’m pretty anal about following the law.  I border on annoying with my honesty.

I’m the driver that would stop at a stop sign the day after a zombie apocalypse.

(Just one of many reasons why I wouldn’t survive a zombie apocalypse.)

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I digress.

So – the reason I need to vent – is because the following events happen to me on a regular basis:

  • impatient attitudes from behind me IN THE SLOW LANE (get in the flipping FAST lane)
  • cars pulling out from a street onto the highway in front of me when there is NO one behind me (you couldn’t wait ’til I passed?)
  • annoyed people behind me at stop lights for not turning right on the red when the road to the left is not clear (you can’t see what I see, dumbass)

Let’s take these one by one shall we?

SPEED LIMITS:

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Speed. Limit.

Limit.

Limmm-it.

LIMIT!

I observe these things.

I observe them because I interpret ‘limit’ to mean, the most – the max – the tippy tippy top.

And because I’m also conscientious, I don’t do the speed limit in the left lane – I stay on the right hand side.  So, if I’m in the appropriate lane for the appropriate speed, do not get behind me and try to mate with my bumper!  Don’t!  Just stop it.

I’ve taken to refusing to watch you in my rear view mirror after noticing you tail gating – I do this so that I don’t absorb the negative energy from your hand gestures or foul faces.  There is a passing lane available to you.  Use it.

PULLING OUT IN FRONT OF ME:

(Yeah … there’s just no way I’m putting that string of words into a search engine … no pic for this one LOL!)

Stop it.

I’ve comforted myself with the following reasoning: Because I’m such a safe driver, my car must be emitting a ‘safe aura’ which other drivers interpret as ‘she’ll stop/let you in/roll on her back in the submissive position’.

*sigh*

And I do.

What drives me bonkers – is when a car in a complete stopped position – pulls out in front of me so that I have to slow down to avoid hitting said car, when there is NO ONE behind me.

Seriously!  WAIT!  You could have a whole road to yourself.  Just let me pass first!

I think at this point, I need to make the following clear: I don’t drive slowly.  I seriously just am going the limit.  If I was creeping down the road at a snail’s pace, I could understand not wanting to wait for me to pass.

Anyway.

Next.

DOING THE ‘WHY AREN’T YOU GOING??’ ANNOYED SHRUG BEHIND ME AT A RED LIGHT:

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I believe turning right on a red light is much like a driver’s license … it’s a privilege, not a right.  (Okay, it is a ‘right’ but not a RIGHT … wait … forget it.)

You may turn right on a red light IF it is safe to do so and you’re not interfering with traffic that has the green light.

If I’m not GOING, it’s because there are still cars APPROACHING!  You can’t see them.  You are behind me. 

And even if there is a brief moment or two of no cars zooming past – guess what I’m doing? 

I’m calculating that even if I DID pull out at that precise moment, I would cause the car that is still approaching in the near distance to have to adjust his speed significantly or change lanes in order not to HIT me!

Stop it.

The part that annoys me the most is that there are people on the road that I see daily.

I really try to be very understanding when someone is an arsehole on the road.

I do.

I give everyone the benefit of the doubt.  I imagine the following: “Maybe they’re late to work and stressed out about that”  “Maybe they got into an argument with someone before they left the house and are just not thinking clearly”  “Perhaps they just got bad news and are in a hurry to get somewhere”

But – when the same drivers do it regularly – no excuse.

Get up on time.  Leave early to give yourself enough time to get to your destination, like I do.  And quit being such dicks on the road!

Ooo!  And OFF road too!  Don’t even get me started on the people who speed through my neighborhood, kicking up rocks and dust with their obnoxious speeding tires.  Kids and animals are out and about … slow the hell down.

Glee, Dickens and Drugs

After watching the season premiere of Glee on DVR, I was moved to look up a quote.  While on the boards – I saw comment after comment about the upcoming Cory Monteith tribute episode.  Negative comments.

A lot of people it seems, feel that a tribute show is not only not in order – but in bad taste.  “Hollywood shouldn’t be glorifying drug use!”

As if his body of work and part in making Glee a successful television program should not be acknowledged or celebrated.

If that is the case – then we all really ought to stop celebrating or recognizing the following people and their contributions to history and culture:

Van Gogh, Edgar Allen Poe, George Washington, Ernest Hemingway, Winston Churchill, Florence Nightingale, Sigmund Freud, Pablo Picasso, Stephen King …

Just a few people who used/abused drugs during their lifetime.

And if you’re thinking about putting on a heart warming holiday film in the next couple of months, make sure it isn’t ‘A Christmas Carol.’

Do you think if  TMZ was there to report every time Charles Dickens got into opium that we may not have ‘Oliver Twist’ or  maybe there would only be a tale about ‘One City’? ‘Mediocre Expectations’?

Drug use, abuse and addiction is nothing new.  As long as there are humans with physical, mental or emotional pain – there will be a drug to numb it.  Addictive ones – that grab hold and render the user dependent.

But does an addiction define you?  Shouldn’t a persons accomplishments be celebrated? In spite of flaws, handicaps or addictions?

No, drug addiction shouldn’t be glorified.  But if using drugs disqualifies a person for any good they may have done – then you’re going to have to cast a much wider net than ‘Hollywood.’

I’ll be tuning in for the tribute show the 2nd week of October, because I know they won’t be celebrating his drug use.

His sad, untimely death closed the curtain on what might have played out.  I look forward to remembering the moments that have made me smile on an innovative show he was an integral part of.

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Pitypause

I’m going through a mild case of ‘pitypause’ again.

Not to be confused with menopause – there are no night sweats, but mood swings are similar.

Pitypause comes and goes – symptoms include sadness, insomnia, unusual desire for cake and decreased desire for conversation.  Which, for this Chatty Cathy is quite eerie to those around me.

Yes, pitypause affects others.

There is a cure.

It’s called ‘Count-Your-Blessings’.  It’s effective 99.9% of the time.

I was in danger once more of losing my last marble this weekend.  So I took action!

The marbles I bought a while ago,  to replace the ones I lost during my last bout of pitypause, have been safely placed in a happy looking bottle.

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I’m keeping a close eye on them .  I think it apropos to place them next to light.  My marbles need all the positive energy they can get.

If  someone you know is going through pitypause – be patient, offer an ear, a hug and push cake at them … from a safe distance.

Musings from the Laundromat: Vultures and Sleeping Dogs edition

Ah Sunday.

I stayed up until  2 in the morning last night completing a side job I’d committed myself to.  It helped that The Breakfast Club was on.

Some of my favorite dialogue from that movie:

John Bender: YOU ARE A BITCH.

Claire Standish: Why? ‘Cause I’m telling the truth, that makes me a bitch?

John Bender: NO. ‘Cause you know how shitty that is to do someone, and you don’t got the balls to stand up to your friends and tell them you’re gonna like who you wanna like.

Yeah!  Go John!  But, Claire was just being honest.

I digress.

I stayed up late and mentioned online that I could sleep in.  A friend pointed out that I wouldn’t.  True.  This is true.  I awoke at 7-ish.

Not so much the dog – she was sleeping in.

For her to stay still for a photo op is a feat, for her to stay still with her eyes closed is a freaking phenomenon, so I’ll share the moment.

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I decided to let sleeping dogs lie and gather the laundry.

I live on a dirt road – in the desert. As I turned left onto the paved road, something caught my eye to my right.

I checked my rear view mirror and spotted the eye catchers.

Vultures.

A U-turn was in order.

I could not let a moment like that pass without being photographed.

I pulled up next to them as ninja-like as I could in a PT Cruiser and turned off the car, and waited.

And waited.

And wished I had my ‘real’ camera.

And wished I had my tripod.

And waited.

I began to feel the vulture’s frustration as car after car came along to keep them away from the kill.

The kill by the way, was a rabbit. Well, part of a rabbit. It was mostly the head and some torso … a leg was about a foot away from it. (No pun intended)

Every time a car came along, I looked away … I didn’t want to see it run over. My stomach can only stomach so much.

At last a brave vulture decided, ‘screw this – I’m getting the rabbit’ and swooped majestically down and took hold of the carcass in its beak.

And I wished again that I had my camera.

Vultures are an awesome sight to behold. They’re HUGE and gorgeous.

I did not do them justice with my ipad – but you use what you have.

Here’s what I have:

Circling the kill

Circling the kill

You can see the foot on the yellow line – lovely isn’t it? :/
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Another attempt that ended up thwarted by oncoming traffic.
The brave vulture telling the not so brave vulture to back off.

The brave vulture telling the not so brave vulture to back off.

Success!

“Talk to the wing!” Didn’t that latecomer ever read ‘The Little Red Hen’? Probably he’s eaten one … but everyone should read ‘The Little Red Hen’.

You don’t get something for nothing people.

Got to help plant, harvest and bake if you want that bread. Or, get off your telephone pole if you want rabbit.

Staple removers, chocolate and hula hoops

Why is it that when I have to stay awake,  I most want to sleep?  It’s like not being hungry – then being told you HAVE to fast – suddenly:

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I’m up because my son has promised himself as a taxi to someone who needs to be picked up at 4 in the morning.

I didn’t want him driving sleepy – so he’s napping – and I’ve taken on role of alarm clock.

And I want my bed!

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It was a long day.

Work has been rough lately!

If I am to find the silver lining (other than having a job, that’s a given) it would be that the days have flown by on wings of some really fast bird.

My attitude today though, sucked.  I’ll admit it.  I’ll own that one.

I actually threw a staple remover at one point in frustration … not across the room or anything, just from my hand to my desk.  Of course, it hit my metal file stand and made a bigger deal out of itself than I intended.

Wasn’t my proudest moment.

I think that might have been the point when I decided I needed to remove myself from the office for a little while.

When I returned, I gave my boss a small box of candy and told him I was sorry for my tantrum.

He gestured to my desk where he had placed a small piece of chocolate.  Aw, see!  We understand each other.

The good news is – when I need an attitude adjustment, I know it.  And not only do I know it – I’m proactive about adjusting it.

Besides the small box of candy for my boss – I also bought a hula hoop.  It was on sale for 48 cents.

In my self-imposed time out – my inner child needed that hula hoop.  It helped the attitude adjustment immensely.

I decided to take my adjustment one step further, I emailed my other boss and requested some time off.

I am spent!

Mentally and physically  s-p-e-n-t!

I don’t take ‘vacations’.  My time off is used for such exciting things as ‘I have to be home because the handy man is coming and someone needs to be there’.

I have never taken more than 1 day off in a row.  And it’s showin’!

So – I took TWO days off in a row!  Crazy!  Next month.

In my fantasies, I shall have cake, and pajamas and movies and … alright, let’s face it I’ll probably end up cleaning the house and  finding dozens of other things that need my attention in order to not feel guilty about relaxing.  But still – it’s 2 days off in a row.

Until next month – I must remember this:

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