share the road


I get it. Really, I do. I will be the first person to raise my hand, jump up and down, or beg to hop on the back of somebody's (that I trust) motorcycle.
I understand the thrill, the rush, the freedom of driving on that open road even if I have never driven one myself, but I have been a passenger since before dirt was discovered.Ok, maybe not that long but you get it!

When I am in my vehicle I give bikers their space. I respect them. I know how it feels to be on a bike and have some jackass waytooclose.

Today was a different story.
If you are going to be on a bike and ride my ass because you are pissed off I am doing a little over the speed limit YET you ignore the fact that I have a minivan in front of me and a HUGE tractor trailer truck in front of said mini van and decide to pass ALL THREE of us, I am not going to have much sympathy for you when your ass ends up smeared all over the road. Your family? Absolutely!
I mean come on really! You couldn't see far enough ahead to pass one car, never mind three and truly be safe.

Be smart.

Bikers are constantly pissing and moaning about "share the road", "other drivers never look for us", "they ride on our ass"... but if you are going to do moronic bullshit like pass three vehicles, drive 117 mph, and/or tailgate cars, then you're on your own. I'll start sending memos out to local paramedics informing them that they should start carrying shovels this summer, it seems they're going to need them.

on with it

I couldn't have asked for a better week off from work. This school vacation truly was one of the best for Boy Child and I. We celebrated his birthday with two of his closest friends, we did lots of beach combing, visiting family, eating ice cream and I was even able to spend time with an old high school friend and her children. All in all... I'd say it was definitely a HUGE success. 

On to the crap... tomorrow is Monday. I go back to work. Boy Child goes back to school. The depression sets back in. Fun times.

I wish I could be one of those people who magically has job prospects and opportunities land in their lap. 
Yes! Wouldn't that be grand?! Because reading... "We have completed the interviewing and hiring process and have filled the position with a candidate we felt best matched our opening."  is a giant kick in the head and preferably, one I'd rather not experience any more.   

super what

Friday the 13th normally brings people all kinds of bad luck. That is if you are superstitious. I try not to think of it that way. I just roll with the punches and move on with the day like it is any other. I think.
Today the 14th, I find myself looking back on the day to see just how bad it was. Overall, I think this Friday the 13th bullshit is just that, bullshit. (I may have just jinxed myself for many years to come with that statement)

Let's look back: my brother called and asked me to go visit next week. I just saw him Saturday and Sunday. Everything about this visit is VERY exciting. It's school vacation so this works out perfectly!

I was in a local grocery store, not the big box kind, the small one where the owners work there and everyone knows your name.
I was in said store, trying to go down an aisle and a woman, her child and their grocery cart were very much in the way. I was trying to get by... "excuse me?" (I am rather polite, believe it or not) and nobody was moving, so as I tried to sneak by my purse hit a bottle of wine and CRASH! alllll over the floor, all over my feet, it was quite a mess!
I know what you're thinking... this isn't good luck! It's bad! No, no... you see, everyone rushed over to help me and we all had a good laugh. I joked about how it's not everyday your feet get bathed in red wine.
Once the butcher, who saw this whole thing go down, realized 'who I was' came rushing over to me while I was cashing out and asked, "how did (insert Boy Child's father's name) end up with someone so pretty as you?"
My head got so big, I almost didn't make it out the door.

The day ended with going to bed knowing I don't have to set an alarm until April 23rd. Boy Child and I are officially on vacation!

waiting

I'm (im)patiently waiting in a stuffy waiting room for Boy Child. I hate waiting.
Even more so when it's hot, humid and rank!
As I sit here in complete silence there is a young girl who is chewing gum. No, scratch that... chomping, salivating and drooling excessively. It's repulsive.
If I have to sit here another minute and listen to this, I cannot be held responsible for punching her in the head.
Oh great! She's talking to me! She wants to know... "is that a Galaxy S?"
Seriously!? Chew your gum and shut up! Leave my phone out of this.

where the heart is

I went home to visit family this holiday weekend and of course Boy Child was dragged along willingly.
Since we don't get to visit very often, due to distance, we make the most of our visit; as every family should.

Boy Child had a great time hanging with his oldest cousin, at one time they were seen just sitting on the porch together. Not talking... just being.
It's moments like that that make my heart hurt. We don't get them enough.
I can't forget to mention the drive home from dinner last night singing along to 80s music with my brother.

On the way home tonight Boy Child said absolutely nothing for almost two hours.
Ya know... that makes for a long ride!
I finally asked him if he was alright and he told me he didn't want to leave.

Right before being tucked in tonight he tells me his stomach hurts and he has a headache.

I feel that exact same way when I get back from my visits home. I truly believe my son is home sick for a place he has never known as home.

Only I know where home is.

meet them where

It's official, I'm 32.
Boy Child is almost 11.
...and I'm single. Not married. Not dating. Alone and to sum it up in a nutshell, lonely.
There I said it.

On the flip side, I'm so damn independent having a guy around drives me bat shit crazy! I will intentionally look for reasons or off the wall flaws that will have me sending them packing so I can be alone.
Yea, whatever.
Anyways...

They (whoever they are) have said you'll find him when you least expect it or you'll meet him at the most random places AKA the grocery store.
Well let me tell you about the grocery store!
They, the single, available male species are not there!
I generally go after work. I work teacher's hours, obviously. Generally the male species will still be working. Ya know, holding down a J O B! Very important these days.
If a male species is there, I'm betting they're already old and married and the crazy wife is sick of making household grocery decisions for them so she's given up that chore. Time to get your own sandwich fixings gentleman!
Or they possibly work an overnight shift and well, no thanks. I'd like to see the person I'm "dating" for more than two minutes on opposite sides of the road.

At 32 meeting someone at the grocery store is worse than picking up a fella at a bar.

not what but who

You know the saying: "it's not what you know, it's who you know"

Right now I wish I knew some people, even just one person in a higher up position who could work some magic, pull some strings... do something because this day to day is getting a bit ridiculous!

I'm a little old to be pulled in to the principal's office. I did my two years of middle school and four years of high school already and those sucked too.

Yes my dear coworkers, I'm moving on... going past it but that doesn't mean I have to like it.

I'm dreaming of something big dammit!