Saturday, May 14, 2011

I'm walking on sunshine

Whoa! and damn does it feel good! ugh-huh!..... I feel alive, i feel alive, i feel alive!

It's amazing how a little vitamin d can lift a spirit. Man, it is such a beautiful day outside! I always wonder why it is I am in this place (Sandpoint) and then we have days like today and I never question. This is SUCH a beautiful place. I know I am at where I need to be in this point in life and I have faith that all will be well. Giving out some love to you.....

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Dear Baby,

i love the way your hair turns colors when in the sunlight. i love the way you turn and smile at me when you figure something out. i love the way your eyelashes brush your eyebrows. i love it when you get gunk in your baby folds. between your toes, your neck, behind your ears. i love the way when you are falling asleep you brush your blankie, or my bathrobe, against your cheek. i love the way you smack my face in the morning to wake me up. and when you smooch me with your slobbery lips and want to eat my face it makes my heart go pitter pat. the way you smile and giggle when i put you to sleep and turn your mobile on, and the way your eyes flutter when i inhale when we are playing- anticipating the big reveal, the way you grunt at me to feed you a little faster... i love it all. i laugh with you, i get excited for you, i revel in the way you love with all of your being. and when you need me, i want you to know i will be there for you.

Saturday, April 30, 2011

First Note of the Day.

Always tip your waitress. Let me give you the low down on protocol.

Common courtesy is at least 10%, no matter what. If you receive good service, 15%. If you receive excellent service, anything more than 15%.

It chaps my ass (quite literally I've found) when I work for 7 hours a day and don't get tipped. I work hard, I have a family to feed, house, and cloth. I make a paycheck of $3.35 an hour. You are going out to eat, you have that extra dollar to throw the waitress's way. Come on people. What's the dealio? I expect it out of high schooler's who don't know what it is like to not get tipped. They get everything free at home, why not when they go out too? Grrr.....
On a $3.35 wage, I make enough to maybe pay my electric bill. Help a brother out.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

hatemail



I'm dissapointed in America. I'm just going to throw that out there.



Where have your morals gone? I don't even know where to go with this.



My husband recently had a medical issue that required a doctor's attention. Surgical from what I understood. So we went to go see a surgeon. $150. Okay. Let me just pull that out of my ass. I'm hardworking, my husband is hardworking, and we barely scrape by with the cost of living and expenses. I was seriously considering abortion when I found out I was pregnant because I didn't know if I could raise a child in today's world. It's expensive and to me on most days seems like humanity is going down the drain, and I'm sad to say that was taken into consideration.






Anyway, we go see this surgeon whose consultation was a $150, our last $150, because we cannot afford medical insurance. The doctor comes into the room, looks at his issue with one glove, refers us to someone else, writes a prescription for antibiotics and takes our money. okay..... moving on. now we have to ask someone for the money for the antibiotics and his issue is still not resolved. we have to ask for more money to take him to the doctors to temporarily fix the problem. it will be back he still has to see another doctor. issue temporarily solved.






ALL of that happened after we called many clinics to see if they would see him and they refused without insurance or tons of money upfront. (that we didn't have because the first doctor raped us).



I'm dissapointed in America because it's people are suffering and being refused service because the prices are too damn high for reasonable hardworking people to adhere to. It's like saying yeah, you can live here and live the dream if you make a million dollars a year. otherwise we will fuck you over because you don't deserve to have medical attention, insurance, a nice house, blah blah blah.






i understand you work hard you get rewarded and people don't just get handed things. believe me i know. but come on? really?! this is taken way to far. get over yourself because you can't make some fat man happy with green in his pocket. Give the people what they really need.






Saturday, April 23, 2011

Rollin' down the street

Back in high school, man, having your own car was the bomb. Your friends always wanted rides, your parents usually supplied the insurance and maintenance, and gas was easy to come by. Well.... usually..... unless you were me. I had a 1986 Ford F150 and I also happened to be staying out at Green Bay alot. It took all the money I had in my paychecks and in my pocket to keep gas in that thing, and that was a $2 something a gallon. No wonder I didn't have a home, I was spending what I would have been paying in rent in gas!

So one day, I couldn't take it anymore! I packed up my stuff and decided I needed new wheels. A Kinetic Moped that got 150 miles to the gallon and topped out at 35 mph. Going downhill.

Man, I loved my moped! That thing and I were the best of buds! It was hard as shit to pedal but cruisin with the little put-put-sounds and the wind in your hair was untouchable. I would load up my cat in the basket in the back, turn up my skip-proof portable cd player and I would cruise downtown.

Those were the days! These days gas is almost $4 a gallon and I only get in the 20 something a mile range. As I was filling my gas tank the other day, I was dreaming of how convenient that moped would be now. I would put my baby in the back as I did my cat, turn my cd player up, and cruise.... if only.... if only....

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Pickles and Cheese

Ahhhhh.... The age old question.... Which came first? My vote is on the chicken.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

The Most Depressing Story Ever

Little Match Girl. Very short. Very beautiful. Super depressing. It's considered a children's story but I don't know if children would get it. For those of you not able to read it or have not heard of it, it's about a little girl who's father beats her and sends her out on the street so sell matches. She's barefoot and shabbily clothed in the dead of winter. She doesn't want to go home because she hasn't sold any matches so she stays out. She lights a match and sees a turkey dinner in a well lit room on a table with food packed around it. She lights another and sees her grandmother who has been kind to her but passed on some time ago. She keeps lighting the matches to keep her grandmother there because she is being held and loved by her. Then people walk by in the morning and find the little match girl dead in the street with a box of burned matches by her side. That's it. The whole story is like two pages long and it's sad for the rest of eternity. I don't know why out of all the things I could have blogged about, I blogged about this one......

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Mirrored Images





This is a fractal. I have been facinated by them since Advanced Math in 7th grade. A fractal is a fragmented geometric shape which is a copy of a whole, indefinetly. Meaning, you look into each of these designs inside and it's an exact copy of the large that goes on forever. Like Pi (3.14159.......etc), it's neverending.


I stayed "up late" with my husband last night and was pondering on the universe and everything it encompasses and the main focus was, "what would my thought process look like if every possible outcome was branched off into another? What kind of fractal would it be?"


I have this theory that everything goes in cycles. Circles persay. Everything breaks down to the same point you started at. The best example I can think of without too much detail is fashions. They cycle through and keep coming back to each other. The infinity symbol is a continuous circle. So when pondering this idea I think ultimately my branched thought processes would be circular but I'm super curious as to what the inside would look like.


The human brain intrigues me as well. It's limitless and freightening. If I could put onto paper everything I thought in the order I thought it, the papers would be endless. To think the majority of adults only use a small portion of their brain matter at any given time. (And some people you can tell only use a small portion....) That's pretty amazing.


Think about things on a larger scale. Can you? Think about past, present and future simultaniously. Is it possible?

Look how far civilization and technology has come in the last 100 years. Look where we are now. What will it be like in the next 100 years? just our generation alone has seen leaps and bounds. For instance cell phones. We were pretty young when they came out and they were the sizes of suitcases and now you can fit a whole computer, telephone, and camera set up in something the size of a watch. Amazing. I'm truely curiously terrified of what the human mind can think of, invent and execute and what that holds for us in the future. Leaps and bounds mankind. Leaps and bounds.


High five humankind! Right on!

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Thought of the Day

How much wood could a woodchuch chuck, if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Bathtime, Storytime, Bedtime

These have become my favorite things to do throughout the whole entire day. I think reading to your children is one of the most important things you can do for them. Mia takes a bath, winds down for the evening, we make her a bottle for dinner, and we snuggle in for storytime. And boy do we snuggle. We've fit five people on the bed before just to have a snugglepuddle and reading circle. We read sometimes multiple stories until Mia falls asleep or finishes her dinner. It's a wonderful way for us to fit in family time and makes ME yawn and become sleepy.

I found if I end up skipping storytime for some reason, both Mia and I sleep on edge and wake up more times in the night. It may sound silly, but I find comfort in the routine and I know my daughter does as well. Lately she will reach out and try to help mommy turn the pages or point and pat things on the page. We cycle through stories but sometimes I cheat and re-read my favorites before their turn comes back up. The ones I love are the books that move me and are really fun. We are Dr. Suess fans. And Shel Silverstein. Here are some of my favorite books you might enjoy with your children as well....

I Love You So by Marianne Richmond
The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein
Yertle the Turtle and Other Stories by Dr. Suess
I Am Really a Princess by Carrol Diggory Shields
Fox In Socks by Dr. Suess
Goodnight Moon by Margaret Wise Brown
My Treasury of Five Minute Tales published by Hinkler Books

One of the things I like most about reading to children is that I relive the wonder and specialness of the books I used to love and experience with them theirs for the first time or more. So take your little one and five minutes a day to read some of your favorites and enjoy that much more time with them.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

You Spin Me Right Round Baby

Out of the mouth of babes....

Last night I was visiting Sister and she had told her 3 year old to pick up his toys from the livingroom to the bedroom. He picks one up, takes it in. Picks one up, takes it in. Comes back out and empties a whole drawer of toys onto the floor one at a time while looking at me like," what are you gonna do?" I give him my "mommy" eyes and voice and say, "What is your mom gonna say when she comes out here and sees this mess?".........pause.......... to which he retorts in a mommy voice, "PICK THIS STUFF UP!"...... Quite true my dear, quite true.

My nephew Michael was visiting Christian and loves playing in costumes. He saw the Darth Vader costume he had in his room, put it on, and went around to all of the children claiming, "Now you're my son!"........ "Now you're my son!"

I remember when my nephew Brandon was almost three I was watching him and he was drawing a pretty picture of people. He comes up to me and says, "Look Auntie DD! I drew a picture!" Pointing to the people on the picture, " That's my daddy and that's my mommy!" And me being sarcastic I told him," I can tell that's your mommy! She has a BIG head...." He looks at me sternly, puts his hands on his hips and says," No, Auntie DD. That's you" "Ahhh, that makes me saaaaad," I pouted, as I can dish it out rather than take it. Slapping his hands to the sides of his face and squishing it forward he quickly added, "It's because you have a BIG BRAAAAIIIIIIINNNN!!!!!!!!!" Good save kiddo. Good save....

Michael in the car at Dairy Depot," I wish I had some kneecaps. I would put them on my knees..."

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Ghetto Booty

I cloth diaper. Say it loud, say it proud! I cloth diaper! Best invention ever! Although, I have to add, I wouldn't love it so much if I had to pay for water. On that account, I am thankful to live in an apartment complex.

Man, cloth diapers. They get alot of hack and mostly when I tell others I cloth diaper my child in this day and age I get a bunch of dirty looks and disgusted scoffs. So let me set the record straight. People have been doing it for probably thousands of years and it makes it much easier with modern day appliances and it is not disgusting.

I had no idea it was going to be so awesome. I was so hesitant to try because I thought it would be extremely time consuming and odorous. Boy, I was wrong. With so much encouragement from my mother in law and sister in law (who cloth diapers her child as well) I tried it, and I would never go back. We have a storage container on the side of the diaper changing station. It has a filter in the lid and deodorizes when you put the dirty diapers in. If you stepped into my room you would never guess it was there. On the diaper changing station we keep all the diapers and liners folded and separated so it's easy access and disposal.

Right now because my daughter is only eating minimal amounts of solids i just have to plop the diaper in the disposal bin until washing which is on average every three days. When I wash, I rinse cycle first, wash with detergent, then rinse cycle a third time. Yes the poop goes in the wash but it's not like it stays in there. It washes to the sewer and I don't end up washing my clothes in poop as to what most people believe. Clothes are washed separately from diapers.

We don't cloth diaper all the time. I am respectful of when other people watch her, and I have disposables for when they do. Or if we go to Cda or Spokane for the day we disposable. I have completely disposable diapered when she first came home and once recently to see how much we have saved with cloth diapering. a crapton. Between diapering and using formula I really don't see how parents can afford children. It's super expensive and only becomes more so when they age.

I was talking with Dr. Deland on Mia's six month well child check about cloth diapering with potty training and he was telling me in the 60's the average age for toilet trained children was less than 12 months. 70's,as disposables caught on the average age was moved to 16months80's- 18 months and 90's- 24 months. It's easier to feel if cloth diapers were wet so they would be changed more frequently. Even now, with plastic or waterproof covers children don't want to have that wet feeling so it's easier to tell when a diaper change is necessary. Disposables have a soaking chemical called Dioxin that is known to lead to damaged organs and nerves. It is harmful to animals and is associated with TSS. It pulls away the wetness and witness to some, children can sit in it for hours and hours. Sad. To each their own. I just prefer cloth. I have seen with Mia recently how when I go to change her she will pee in between diapers. Frustrating for me sometimes cause that leads to another clothing change and usually a perfectly good diaper to clean it up, but I think it will make it super easy to potty train.

And with all parents, I am excited to not have to diaper my child any longer, and I say the sooner the better! But if I do have any more children you can bet your sweet bottom I will cloth diaper again.

Sister asked me the other day about restrictions with cloth diapers with milestones like walking or crawling, etc. This is a toss up because there are positives and negatives really with everything. As I have seen with Mia and the other children all born around the same time, each child develops at a different rate. Mia hasn't started really crawling yet as one other child has(although she is inchworming).And she definetly has more activity when she doesn't have her diaper on, but not by much. She was the first in the group to roll over and I think for babies that is a harder one, specially with cloth because of the extra bulk. I think with the cloth, it is making her legs and muscles stronger because she has more to work on and manuver around. I really don't think it is hindering her enough to really make a difference though.

It is a little spendy to start. The diaper covers I like are Econobum and grow with your child with snaps for sizing. Each diaper cover costs about $10. I have about six and I am set until my child is toilet trained. Then there is the diapers. I have close to thirty and they run from $2-5approx each. You can buy in bulk for cheaper and if you look on ebay even cheaper. You don't always have to change out the liner. It depends on how wet your child is. With poop, I sure do. Then I wash more diaper loads as well. But after that you are free of spending on diapers until they are completed. It is alot cheaper than spending more than $150 a month or more on disposables that's for sure.

Like I said before, to each their own but my preference and loyalty lies with cloth. I love it like a fat kid loves cake. Like I love cake. That much. (and that's ALOT)

Sunday, February 27, 2011

I'm just a love machine

And I don't work for nobody but you. oooh.

Ever get a random song stuck in your head? Or lyrics correlating to something someone said and it makes you want to bust a move? Well, that happens to me 95% of the time... I just invited people from facebook to join my blog but the song "Uninvited" from Alanis Morisette was running through my mind, though inappropriate as it was, I now can't get it out.

When I went out last night someone had mentioned they had a drink in their hand and "Tiny Dancer" came on the radio in my mind. 106.8 RADD, that's my radio station. Let me tell you I play all the best music with no commercial breaks to groove any time day or night. Then sometimes in my sleep. I woke up singing "Dancing Queen" the other day. No big deal.

But seriously, is there any song out there someone can't place a memory with? Or a good story? A song will come over the speakers and it will remind you of a time not so long ago, when this was like that, and that was like this and it will make you feel all of those feelings you didn't know you still could or wanted to. Music is so powerful.

I told Kelsie a while back that if I ever got in an accident where I couldn't remember anything, to play me music and I would come back. Makes me wonder if there really is musical therepy out there. If not someone should invent it. Or maybe I just did. I'm rich bitch!

There are so many songs out there that move me. ( I cry ALOT)
"Passive" by A Perfect Circle makes me ball my eyes out every time I listen to it. It reminds me of the relationship with my father. Abusive and dissapointing. It depresses me but yet I keep going back for more like a battered housewife. But I love it as I love him.

"Hate Me" by Blue October. It's so powerful and heartfelt, sad and lonely. I love the tragedy.

"Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor. This is my pump me up song. I listen to this before interviews and meetings. Get's me going and ready to rock.

"Don't Stop Believing" by Journey. I could listen to this song over and over and over. Gives me hope for whatever I'm looking for at that time.

"Fancy" by Reba McEntire. Getting down to my country roots with this one. This song makes me feel fortunate and thankful for what I have.

"Total Eclipse of the Heart" by Bonnie Tyler. This makes my heart swell with ..... something.... I just friggin love it.

"Daniel" by Elton John makes me think of my mom's littlist brother and her always singing to it with her eyes closed when it came on. Makes me sad for the situation he is in.

Oh my god, there are so many others it's too hard to keep up with them. Let me know some of the ones that move you and why if you want to share them. I will love them with you. Until then, Feliz Navidad.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

My Baby Does the Hanky Panky

Oh, Mia makes me laugh. She is such a clown- it's unbelievable. I can't wait to see her when she is mobile or conversing, she is going to be a riot!

I am amazed everyday that I helped make a person. An amazing person who is always doing something new and surprises both myself and her. I really wouldn't trade a moment of it for anything else.....yet...haha.

I love being a mom, and hearing other people's stories, both good or naughty that comes with advice. Do you have any you could let me know ahead of time?

So far my biggest one for other parents is, always have an extra diaper ready and waiting. Mia pooped once that was bigger than she was. I took her to the changing table changed her diaper, then another, then another, and another in less than two minutes. We've had plenty of pee on the diaper changing station when Mommy wasn't prepared. Makes for another bath and new clothes for everyone!

Sunday, February 20, 2011

LOL

It's an important thing to do. It not only makes your day great but others as well. I'm one of those people that if someone laughs around me, I can't help but doing so also. Even if I have no idea what they are laughing for or sometimes if it isn't appropriate. I can't help it.

In relationships love and trust are a huge part of being happy. But above all else I believe you should have fun with your partner. Love and trust should be concreted but fun is flexible. I think it takes more work. I can stay up until the wee hours of the morning laughing with my husband until I pass out from exhaustion. Those are the times I love the most and remember often. A lot of times I will think back on it and start cracking up again, looking like a crazy person in the process.

I love love.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

I'm blogging on the go.

Wakeup Call

I am a big, beautiful, brunette bombshell. At least I keep telling myself that. I will tell you firsthand that I mostly don't care what people think of me, but deep down I think I really do. I can't remember the days when I was a skinny minnie. I have one picture and I barely remember a size four and eight in jeans.

I do remember going into a movie theater and stepping on one of those weight ratio thingies and it telling me I was severly obese at 140 lbs for my 5'2" frame. I remember when I was 15 going in to Eve's Leaves downtown, asking if they had anything in my size, and being told I had broad shoulders like a football player and would only find clothes that fit me at Wal-Mart. I remember looking at Cosmopolitan, Teen and Seventeen magazines and daydreaming, "if only i could look like THAT..." It hurts me when my mom, a five foot size three, always is saying she is so fat. Thanks mom, I easily have a hundred pounds on you.... And when I go shopping the bigger the sizes you get, the uglier the clothes are. Not mean. A fact. I want to look good too...
At average I weigh 180-200 pounds. But I gain and lose that 20 easily. I get to the point that I can't see my feet and decide it's time to change that. Then when someone points out that it looks like I am losing weight I hork out and binge until I gain it back.

I feel so tossed up about this weight issue. As most of American women do. Why should I feel bad about not being a size four? Why should I restrict myself from the things I love just so I can appease everyone else?
My husband is always telling me," I still find you attractive. You are beautiful to me"
But do I feel attractive and beautiful to myself? Isn't that ultimately what I need?

I was standing in front of the mirror the other day trying to find a shirt I felt good to wear for the day. I was talking to myself out loud and Andrew was sitting on the bed listening to my gripes and negative comments and almost started crying. He said something along the line that he hopes Mia doesn't grow up feeling uncomfortable and bad about herself as all women seem to be.

What is wrong with me?

I mean even knowing American culture pushes the skinny on everyone to the point it's unhealthy, am I so terrible as I am unknowingly setting a bad example for my daughter? I want her to grow up loving herself no matter what size, shape, color, blemish, quirk, etc she has. And how can I do that if I don't do that myself? How do I make myself not care anymore? I'm healthy, happy, and my husband still wants me. Shouldn't I be happy with that?

Saturday, February 12, 2011

While We are on the Subject

Here's the deal today, I am sick of seeing accesory babies. You know the ones. The teen moms that have babies just to show them off, the mothers who have more children for a bigger tax return, the moms who keep having children for benefits or welfare, the moms that have kids just for having kids. Just to have them. The moms who let their children walk all over them and get their way. They remind me of little purse dogs like Paris Hilton's. STOP HAVING CHILDREN.

Some points are justifiable. I'm talking about the extreme cases. I'm a mom. And a damn good one at that! I'm on medicaid and food stamps, that's fine. But I'm not taking advantage of them either. I know kids can be hyper and unmanagable at times, I am talking about when it's a regularly occuring sometimes every day all the time deal. I also recognize that at the end of the year you receive a bonus BUT you spend way more of that on your children on any given year, especially when they get older and want cooler things. I see all of this. I'm venting about the PLAYERS of the system.

For one, it makes me sad when children have children. A child to me is someone with a child's mentality. Not necessarily age. I know some very mature 19 year olds. A 30 year old can be a child. 15, 16 and 17 year olds should not be having children in my opinion. They need to live their lives and gain some wisdom to pass to their children when they have them. I'm 25 and I don't feel like I'm old enough to have children.

I have the utmost respect for younger adults and adults who step up to the plate and be great parents. It takes alot. Especially for the teenagers who have children. I wish I could tell them how much I appreciate the hard work they put into forming their little humans.

And then there are those who make me sick. They have nothing to offer a child. A stable home, an education, LOVE*, the wisdom to know right from wrong, attention, cleanliness. There was a lady who did a little video blog about keeping your child clean and clothed (the most basic of needs) and made a few really good points. You don't have to have running water to take a shower or sponge bath, and there is no reason for your children to be without jackets or socks in the middle of winter. The community happily provides these services and some just don't care. NEGLECT IS A FORM OF ABUSE. A minor form, which I have come to understand, IS NOT justifiable enough to remove children from parents' care into someplace better. Sad, but sometimes it really just needs to be done.

How can these children grow and learn how to read if the parent's don't sit down and read to them, work with them, don't care to learn to read themselves? Or write? Somehow I feel the educational system is slack on this as well as the parents. It makes me twitch to see the most basic words, not because of laziness, spelled constantly wrong. (know spelled no, tomorrow/tomarrow, etc.) How can they learn discipline when [you] let them watch themselves? Just feed them a bottle and come back in an hour to check on them..... that's a great plan! Responsibility if they don't pick up their things? Patience if they aren't made to wait? Cleanliness if you don't clean them? Attention if they don't listen? Structure if they aren't given any? Respect if people's boundaries aren't set?

I always feel like a tyrant whenever children come over to my house. It's not unknown for me to say,"don't touch that" or "don't jump on that" "pick up your toys" "put that away".... I usually try to say please but after 45 times( or for me 3 or 4) I start to get irritated. I always warn children ahead of time and always state a consequence and follow through. This is me setting MY boundaries for myself and for my household. You don't stand on books, you don't touch the mianiature models, you don't jump over my couch, you don't get into my food without asking first. Always say please, thank you, you're sorry, and don't talk back to your mother. These are things I feel are easy things to commit to memory and to do on any given day. It should be common sense. I don't feel I am asking for much. CHILDREN SHOULD ALREADY DO OR NOT DO THESE THINGS. Most do, especially when I am around.... because my boundaries are set.

With that subject breached, I don't feel I am hard to love or like and I am always willing to give my love and hugs whenever one is presented. I laugh alot and I feel children like me. I certainly love them but I am not willing to comprimise my values for those not willing to respect them.

I was raised with the basic of courtesies drilled and harshly overdone into my head, but I will tell you what.... it sure as shit worked. I'm not against spanking, why, I'm all for it because there is a fine line between spanking and beating your children and most people are afraid to go even remotely near it, but some children just NEED it. This leads back to parenting.

I will tell you I am honestly so scared of the future for these children I often cry. It literally brings me to tears to see what the future will hold for these children and future parents if common courtesy and respect are a dying art. There is always room to improve on the goodness of humankind, all I ask is that you take a good look around you and do everything you possibly can do to provide what your child needs in every aspect of the way, because THAT is what being a parent is all about. YOU are molding the minds of our future's leaders and examples, so set a good one for both them and others.

*LOVE- more than just feeding, housing and clothing your child. It's hugging and smooching. It's reading to your child, laughing, playing, listening with and to your child. It's being there whenever they need you, for any thing large or small. Keeping your child alert, behaved, hungry for education and experiences, etc.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Idiots and Maniacs

So I had to go to Super 1 yesterday for stuff for dinner. That is maybe a mile or two from my house for I live in Ponderay. In that four mile run I thought I was going to pull out all of my hair because of all of the retarded drivers. Mind you I have done something stupid myself every now and again and most usually I am conscious of the fact and try to tell the other driver I am sorry eventhough I know they can't hear me. I try. But SERIOUSLY PEOPLE? Here are some of my favorites (and by favorites I mean the ones that piss me off the most) in no particular order which happened to me alot yesterday.

People burning rubber to cut in front of you to fit between you and the car three lengths in front of you..... when there is absolutely NO ONE behind you......

....and then slowing down to go 15 miles UNDER the speed limit. seriously? you couldn't wait to try to cause and accident and now you are making me wait to get where I was going? F you mister! (lots of bird throwing)

Leaving their blinker on for 400 miles.

Not turning on a green light where you have to wait 5 minutes for the next.

Someone following so closely behind you (when you are going the speed limit) that you fear if you slow down at ANY rate they will rear end the shit out of you.

These are just a few of the many things that get my goad when I am behind the wheel. We mostly all live in Idaho, we all read the same driver's manual. Come on! Get with the program a little bit more and be more conscious when you are driving up to a two ton death machine.