I have chosen to spend my morning in a state of utter and extreme boredom. This was an active choice, because I have more than enough that needs done around here. Cleaning the house-dishes, laundry, vacuuming, tidying up, etc. Sewing- there's a lot of things that need mending between the kids playing hard in their favorite clothes, me being clumsy, and the boyfriend working hard. Making lists and researching- I'm currently in the process of purchasing a new home, and it is going to need a lot of TLC before we actually move in. Exercising- I'm supposed to do a regular physical therapy routine to combat my achy and injured body and mind. It's hard to be motivated when everything hurts a bunch.
I was accused last night of having our next 20 years planned out. This was immediately after I failed to remember to plan dinner for that evening until well after the children were complaining of starvation. (You know, three hours after eating a healthy and hearty lunch.) There are a lot of things I'd like to see done in the next 20 years. Mostly, I'd like them to differ greatly from the previous 20. I can't believe I'm pushing 30. I can't believe I'm buying a house. I can't believe I made the decision of which house to purchase based solely on the size of the garage. (That's a lie. That doesn't surprise me, or anyone else, at all.) It's scary trying to plan a future in such uncertain times, especially because I can barely remember to plan a trip to the grocery store before we're out of everything necessary to make a proper meal. Whether our days our carefully calculated, or completely spontaneous down to the moment, I'm finding myself stopping quite often to reflect on how good things are. This has helped tremendously with the cost of my self-prescribed high dose of retail therapy, which in turn will be helpful in fixing and furnishing the new place.
Nothing in this post will have been of any interest to anyone, including myself. I was just procrastinating so I didn't have to fold laundry. The dryer's persistent buzzing is encouraging to me descend into the basement and beat it into submission and silence though, so I'm off...
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Several Mean Pontiacs, and One Ugly One
I do a lot of driving. Seriously a LOT of it. I'm talking hundreds of miles a week. I notice a lot of things on my journeys. Gas is cheaper in New Jersey than it is in Pennsylvania. Traffic circles and jug handles are idiotic 90(ish)% of the time. There are some really beautiful things to see out the windows of my car. There are some really shitty places too. I see a lot.
For example, today I saw an unbelievably ratty Lincoln Town Car with a completely wrecked suspension- the left side of the car was just about dragging on the ground, while the right side was raised up, and it wasn't because a fat guy was driving. It was just a hunk of shit. Yet, the guy driving, doing his little "gangsta lean" was getting a blow job while driving. Are you serious? I understand the whole road head thing. I do. What I don't understand is how one can have low enough self esteem to engage in this act for someone driving something so heinous, or even being in the bag of shit car with them at all. (Not to mention the whole 'lean thing.)
Another thing I took notice to lately was that most Pontiac vehicles, especially white ones, have a badass, mean look to the front of them. The G8, the GTO, even the G6, or and old Grand Prix.... when seeing them in the rearview mirror, they look like they're the boss. I passed a few white Pontiacs the other day and it popped into my mind- they look authoritative. Their car line was going through my head, and I was thinking about how much I like the look.... and then I pulled up next to a white Pontiac Aztec, and it ruined the whole fucking idea for me *snap* just like that.
People do some crazy stuff while driving. I don't just mean talking on the cell phone or applying mascara. They never cease to amaze me with their creativity, or their multitasking abilities. Even I cannot manage to drive, smoke a cigarette, and dunk a doughnut in the coffee I'm drinking while doing a crossword puzzle I found when I was reading the newspaper and texting my boss about the reports I'm reading on my laptop on the passenger seat. Who paints their nails while driving? I can see it, maybe, if you're stuck in dead stopped traffic, but while doing 90 on the freeway? Really? Remember PS1, with the tiny screen? Play Tony Hawk while driving? Wowzas!
One final note before I go back to watching my movie... Big American Trucks are sexy.
The End.
For example, today I saw an unbelievably ratty Lincoln Town Car with a completely wrecked suspension- the left side of the car was just about dragging on the ground, while the right side was raised up, and it wasn't because a fat guy was driving. It was just a hunk of shit. Yet, the guy driving, doing his little "gangsta lean" was getting a blow job while driving. Are you serious? I understand the whole road head thing. I do. What I don't understand is how one can have low enough self esteem to engage in this act for someone driving something so heinous, or even being in the bag of shit car with them at all. (Not to mention the whole 'lean thing.)
Another thing I took notice to lately was that most Pontiac vehicles, especially white ones, have a badass, mean look to the front of them. The G8, the GTO, even the G6, or and old Grand Prix.... when seeing them in the rearview mirror, they look like they're the boss. I passed a few white Pontiacs the other day and it popped into my mind- they look authoritative. Their car line was going through my head, and I was thinking about how much I like the look.... and then I pulled up next to a white Pontiac Aztec, and it ruined the whole fucking idea for me *snap* just like that.
People do some crazy stuff while driving. I don't just mean talking on the cell phone or applying mascara. They never cease to amaze me with their creativity, or their multitasking abilities. Even I cannot manage to drive, smoke a cigarette, and dunk a doughnut in the coffee I'm drinking while doing a crossword puzzle I found when I was reading the newspaper and texting my boss about the reports I'm reading on my laptop on the passenger seat. Who paints their nails while driving? I can see it, maybe, if you're stuck in dead stopped traffic, but while doing 90 on the freeway? Really? Remember PS1, with the tiny screen? Play Tony Hawk while driving? Wowzas!
One final note before I go back to watching my movie... Big American Trucks are sexy.
The End.
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