Dashboard confession?

I was sitting in my SUV at a red light taking a break from the rat race I call my daily commute and I took a moment to look around. To my left there was an acne faced teenager using his rear view mirror to inspect a freshly popped pimple on his face. A man turning in front of me had his finger stuck so far up his nose that I wondered if he was tickling his brain yet. There was a woman behind me making hand gestures while talking to air, or perhaps she was conversing with the voices inside her head, or maybe just the person on the other end of the blue tooth stuck in her ear. All of these sightings struck a funny chord with me and I began to laugh hysterically. What is it about our cars that makes us feel so comfortable that we will let our transgressions go as quickly as the flicked cigarette butt out the window? Is there anything we won't do in our cars? We pick our noses, pick our pimples and pick at the buttons on our radio with the same sticky fingers. We serenade the dome light at the top our lungs, and in the next breath, we curse at the idiots holding up traffic. We loose our virginity in the back seat, and smoke our first joint in the front. We love our cars with passion, and glee, and ride them a hard as we do life itself. What is it about the interior of that reinforced steel and safety glass that makes us feel so safe, so protected from the harsh realities of the world? If we really knew the answer, would we feel the same way? I'm not sure we would. I'm not sure I want to know. But what my inquiring mind does want to know is what transgressions do you let go of when you climb behind the wheel and feel the rumble of the motor through your feet? Yes, my inquiring mind wants to know. At least I think it does.....

Where the Hell have I been?

I'm not sure, but slowly and forcefully I'm clawing my way back.

Life has crashed down upon me with the force of a waterfall,

As I've thrashed for breath.

Creativity, it's been lacking.

But the spark and intrigue still remains.

I crave the passion of life that once filled me.

Alas, how does one get it back?

To look through life through fresh eyes.

To see the world anew.

I'm not sure, but slowly and forcefully I'm clawing my way back.

Something out of nothing.

I made a chili cheese dip for a Church supper on Saturday, and I wanted to be funny, so I added the bananna pepper eyeball for artistic flair. Guess what? People still ate this! Actually, it tasted way better than it looked. Gig gave me the recipie. Thanks, Gig.

The boys and I were playing around with the camera. We have so much fun together!

I'm not feeling well today, but I realize I have neglected Bloggerland for the past month. So I though I would at least post a little something, even if it is nothing.

AWWWW

Nothing is sweeter than a boy and his dog.

Exploding Veggie Tales

Today has been a funny day. I went to Subway for lunch and while I was standing in line waiting for my sandwich, a Doctor from the hospital I work at came in and stood beside me. I recognized me and began talking shop to me right there in line. We were talking Microbiology and the girls making our sandwiches were looking at us like we were crazy. Then he proceeded to follow me to the booth and plopped himself down across from me and talked "medicine" with me during my entire lunch hour. Actually I only get 30 minutes for lunch, but being it was a weekend, I took a bit longer than usual. It was just really weird, and totally unexpected for me.

When I got home, I decided to look on T.V and see if anything worth watching was on. Hitch was on. I absolutely love that movie. The part where Kevin James shows Will Smith his dance moves makes me laugh my ass off. I rewound that part about 10 times before my kids and their friend started looking at me like I had lost my mind. I laughed until I cried each time. I swear I could watch that movie over, and over, and over again and it would never get old.

Lastly, I was cooking dinner and I placed some steam in the bag vegetable in the microwave and turned it on for 4 minutes. Unfortunately, I didn't read the direction on how to cook it. Apparently, you are suppose to puncture the bag a couple of times with a fork before placing it in the microwave, unless you want to clean up exploding vegetable out of your microwave. It sounds like a bomb going off in your kitchen when the bag explodes, just in case any of you were curious. And yes, the bag was demolished. But I just scrapped the veggies off of the bottom of the microwave and served them up for dinner. UMMMMM yum!

Clouds

For some reason I really love to look at clouds. One of my favorite things to do with the boys is getting a blanket and lying down in the grass to look at clouds. We have really had some great clouds to look at this summer, and due to all of the rain, our grass is very green and lush and feels like a carpet. I suppose I should have taken a picture of the grass. Maybe I will tomorrow. In the mean time, enjoy my clouds.

My Saturday woes

The boys and I were going to go on a trip Saturday to visit my brother and sister-in-law. Unfortunately, my truck had other plans for us. We got about 7 miles from home and stopped at a four way intersection when the engine decided to stop working. It was as if I had shut off the key. I thought it was as simple as not getting enough gas while idling with the AC on full blast and the radio blaring, so I shut all of those things off, and attempted to restart it. Nope, it wasn't happening. People behind me started to become impatient. Horns started blaring and tempers started to fly. I turned on my hazard lights and rolled down my window and motioned for people to go around me. It was a very awkward situation. I called my husband, but he didn't answer the phone. He was sleeping. I called my neighbor, but she didn't answer the phone. She was driving. I called a friend that lived perhaps two miles from where I was stranded, but she didn't answer the phone. God knows what she was doing. I began to panic. I actually began to cry. I could not believe nobody was even offering to help me. There I was, a woman, alone with two children, and clearly having trouble. All people could do was honk their horns at me and flip me off as they angrily drove by. I decided I would attempt to push my truck through the intersection and into a bank parking lot. At least then I would be pissing those losers off. Luckily, two Mexican dudes pulled up behind me as I was attempting to push my 4,000 lb vehicle through the intersection. They told me to get into the truck and steer while they pushed. So I did, and they helped me get the truck into the drive thru of the bank parking lot. Unfortunately, I was facing the vehicles as they were coming out of the drive thru and it confused them to have me sitting there. They could squeeze through, but they were slow to figure this out. My neighbor called me back and went to our house to wake my husband. She got to my house and called again. There was a Do Not Disturb sign on our door and she was afraid to ring the doorbell. I told her to please Disturb him. Ring the doorbell until he answered. Anything to get him awake. He got up and came to help, but in the mean time a military guy saw me attempting to push the truck into a parking space. I was not succeeding, because it was slightly up hill, and it required me to turn the wheel and push at the same time. Has anyone ever attempted to turn the wheels of a power steering vehicle without power steering? So, he helped me get out of the way, and I was very grateful. The thing that pissed me off the most is that we had more people stop and asked us if we needed help AFTER my husband arrived then while I was alone. What is it with these people? I thought we were suppose to be kind in the South? Well, to make a long story short. We called a tow truck and they towed it off. Hubby took me and the kids home and that was that.
I found out today that it was the timing belt broke. Now it is going to cost me over $300 to repair it. OUCH!!!!