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Showing posts with label life sucks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life sucks. Show all posts

Friday, June 12, 2009

~~I Wanna Be Danica Patrick~~



I drive my SUV (yeah, I'm one of those environment-killing gas guzzling assholes) like it's a Nascar series race car. I like to to blare the radio as loud as it will go with the bass thumping and sing my heart out. I like to talk on my phone and yell at my kids. In other words I am a crazy hot mess when I get behind the wheel. My Dad raced cars and therefore it's in my blood. That is a true story and someday I might tell you all about it.

HOWEVER, I use my signals, check the mirrors and and can actually talk, chew gum and drive at the same time. I don't claim to be the best driver, but I am conscientious and careful. I don't speed in school zones or in residential neighborhoods, I try to keep a watch out several hundred feet in front of me and watch for the other guy or for kids running out in the street. I stop for people in the cross walks and stop for kids crossing the street even if they are nowhere near a cross walk. I don't speed through construction zones on the freeway (which is never ending in Utah)and endanger the lives of the workers out there. In fact I am usually the one being flipped off as people go around me in those situations because I do follow the traffic laws.

So why is it that other people who say they are such careful drivers seem to do such stupid things? I have seen people hit animals and then just drive off, and just let me say if I had a concealed weapons permit and saw you do that I would shoot you in the foot and drive off to let you suffer. I have seen people have to slam on their brakes and skid several yards to avoid hitting a child because they were messing with their radio or just plain not paying attention. Hell, I have even seen a guy on the freeway doing 65 mph with a flat tire and he didn't have a freaking clue. When I tried to motion to him that he needed to pull over I got the finger.

But who gets pulled over??? Yea you guessed it. Do you know what for?? Come on guess. Take into account that someone had just passed me doing at least 70 in a 55mph construction zone. No guesses? It was a huge infraction........I had a freaking rear signal light out. I didn't change lanes in front of anyone, I didn't cause an accident or even a close call, but apparently he saw me when I was getting on the freeway. Followed me for 15 miles in a construction zone with people speeding by and ignored them all because my light wasn't working and it wasn't even dark.

Saddest part about it??? I knew the thing wasn't working because it has a short and keeps blowing the bulbs and I just haven't gotten around to figuring out why, but that's just how I roll, yep I'm lazy like that.

I wish I was Danica Patrick.... she can speed to her hearts content and she has a pit crew to take care of the minor details!! Well that and she is really hot and I would love to look like that again. ;-)

Thursday, March 5, 2009

~~ Life Sucks or Does It??~~

The last few days my life has really sucked!!! I lost a good friend because of an argument, I had my life threatened by someone I don't even know and who doesn't know who I even am, my computer has been acting up and I lost a ton of cute pictures we had just taken of Trey and now I feel like I am getting the flu and feel like death warmed over. Work has really sucked all week, my house is tore up because I am having wood floors put in, the wind blew so hard yesterday that we lost shingles on the house and the playhouse blew over on the Explorer (that is sitting in the back of the driveway not being used and thus has no insurance on it). Everyone in the house has been grumpy all week (10 grumpy people does not make for a fun time)and I got a $350.00 electric bill for last month (my God would somebody turn off a damn light????)
I hate that life can't be all Mai Tai's and beaches. I hate that when I get angry I say things that I would never believe I would say, I hate that I take things so personal, I hate the wrinkles on my forehead, my gray hair that multiplies nightly and everyone knows how I feel about my big butt.
But then after an extremely rotten day, I get to come home to this:


And everything is wonderful again!!!