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Thursday, December 9, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Got Moron!?!??
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There was a stupid man on the road this morning. Stupid because he didn't drive like me - which is of course, fabulously. The man was in front of me with his bald head and gray horse shoe do, and started out quite slowly after the light turned green. But I was like okay, the light ahead is red, no reason to hurry .. I won't let it aggravate me. We pulled up to the next light. Waited, green! And the light in front of that one was green too! Speed limit there is 40. ONLY 40. The man in front of me started out so slow he might as well have punched holes through his floor boards and been running. At first I held back figuring he's just a slow starter, he'll pick up speed. Uh ... no. He was going about 30 when I finally got close enough for him to notice me.
And he quickly hit the brakes. First of all, that's MY move. And secondly, I had just gotten up to him, wasn't actually up to his bumper for goodness sakes - and he was going 10 miles under the speed limit and there is a green light ahead he might miss if he doesn't speed up! I threw my arm up in the air like "what the heck?? C'mon!" And he threw both arms up in the air like "what? I don't care if you're late for work - you suck!"
Grrrrrrr...!!! The lane to the left cleared enough for me to zip out from behind this cretin (no offence to other cretins out there) and speed up to pass him. Are you ahead of me here? You know what he did, right? HE SPED UP!!!!! The bad bad man! And yes - that is too what I was calling him! We missed the light. Argh-h-h!!
When the light turned green I was able to finally get a head of him and as I pulled back into the right lane, he moved into the left - and then the far left lane - and then into the left turn lane at the next light. The freak didn't even have to BE in the right lane! AGH-H-H!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sometimes I hate driving to work. Or home from work. But mostly TO work. And it's not because I'm usually cutting it close time-wise. It's because there are just more bad drivers in the morning.
That's my story anyway and please don't burst my bubble.
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There was a stupid man on the road this morning. Stupid because he didn't drive like me - which is of course, fabulously. The man was in front of me with his bald head and gray horse shoe do, and started out quite slowly after the light turned green. But I was like okay, the light ahead is red, no reason to hurry .. I won't let it aggravate me. We pulled up to the next light. Waited, green! And the light in front of that one was green too! Speed limit there is 40. ONLY 40. The man in front of me started out so slow he might as well have punched holes through his floor boards and been running. At first I held back figuring he's just a slow starter, he'll pick up speed. Uh ... no. He was going about 30 when I finally got close enough for him to notice me.And he quickly hit the brakes. First of all, that's MY move. And secondly, I had just gotten up to him, wasn't actually up to his bumper for goodness sakes - and he was going 10 miles under the speed limit and there is a green light ahead he might miss if he doesn't speed up! I threw my arm up in the air like "what the heck?? C'mon!" And he threw both arms up in the air like "what? I don't care if you're late for work - you suck!"
Grrrrrrr...!!! The lane to the left cleared enough for me to zip out from behind this cretin (no offence to other cretins out there) and speed up to pass him. Are you ahead of me here? You know what he did, right? HE SPED UP!!!!! The bad bad man! And yes - that is too what I was calling him! We missed the light. Argh-h-h!!
When the light turned green I was able to finally get a head of him and as I pulled back into the right lane, he moved into the left - and then the far left lane - and then into the left turn lane at the next light. The freak didn't even have to BE in the right lane! AGH-H-H!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sometimes I hate driving to work. Or home from work. But mostly TO work. And it's not because I'm usually cutting it close time-wise. It's because there are just more bad drivers in the morning.
That's my story anyway and please don't burst my bubble.
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Monday, December 6, 2010
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Taking liberties
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When it's cold outside frequently you will find blankets on the couch and cats curled up in or on the blankets. Look at Jake - isn't she cute?
When it's cold outside frequently you will find blankets on the couch and cats curled up in or on the blankets. Look at Jake - isn't she cute?
But um ... excuse me-e-e-e..??
Guess she knows how to relax!
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Thursday, December 2, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
She lives with me now.
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The day I went back to work after my mom died, I had a lot of emails to go through. There were so many things to catch up on, I did not get to my voicemail until the end of the day. The very last voicemail was from 2 days before my mom had gone in the hospital. And there she was on my phone telling me she didn't feel very well and didn't know if she would feel well when I came to see her that night. Gave me a start for a second. Had to wonder if it was like that joke you see carved on a tombstone - "I told you I was sick!!"
Here at home - a couple days before Thanksgiving my daughter asked me for a recipe so I got down my old recipe box and pulled a note out of it that basically advised me to get recipes from friends and my new MIL, keep them all and one day they would be memories as well as recipes. And many of those cards - were written in my Mom's hand.
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And .. I'm trying to keep Mom in the spirit of the Christmas season. I'm sure that as Christmas gets closer there may be more things keeping her company than a kiss and a dark chocolate candy bar in a stocking, but who knows. I wonder if my brothers would think posting this picture is in poor taste. But hey, they left Mom with me and I know - she always did like attention. :)
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The day I went back to work after my mom died, I had a lot of emails to go through. There were so many things to catch up on, I did not get to my voicemail until the end of the day. The very last voicemail was from 2 days before my mom had gone in the hospital. And there she was on my phone telling me she didn't feel very well and didn't know if she would feel well when I came to see her that night. Gave me a start for a second. Had to wonder if it was like that joke you see carved on a tombstone - "I told you I was sick!!"
Here at home - a couple days before Thanksgiving my daughter asked me for a recipe so I got down my old recipe box and pulled a note out of it that basically advised me to get recipes from friends and my new MIL, keep them all and one day they would be memories as well as recipes. And many of those cards - were written in my Mom's hand.
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Got a pension check for her today, put away the backpack I had brought to the hospital with me - only yesterday. And today I signed up for a teleconference offered at work on grief and bereavement over the holidays. I mean, I'm doing okay but - little things keep popping up I'm not expecting so it certainly can't hurt, right?And .. I'm trying to keep Mom in the spirit of the Christmas season. I'm sure that as Christmas gets closer there may be more things keeping her company than a kiss and a dark chocolate candy bar in a stocking, but who knows. I wonder if my brothers would think posting this picture is in poor taste. But hey, they left Mom with me and I know - she always did like attention. :)
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