"It was a beautiful day...


...don't let it get away"

I love sunsets -- especially when they're flecked with shades of blue.

I was told that the low estimation that I have of myself is made apparent by the men with whom I choose to have relationships with and the ones I "reject."

Interesting.

18 days until I'm halfway up the hill.

Who am I to be critical...

...of safe driving --especially when I'm the who takes pictures while I do it?

While I appreciate the fact that this guy went the obligatory 20 miles per hour over the posted speed limit, I was a bit peeved that I felt the need to restrict my own speed in case his car was hit by oncoming traffic.

Who wants car pieces or body parts in their windshield?

Definitely not me.

Ever see the guys...

...who walk around with their backpacks so low they're more like buttpacks than backpacks and wonder...

if they'll end up carrying their babies the same way?

Just me?

Ok.

Found out the sis is 4 months preggers and getting married next month.

Parents haven't spoken with her for a year and a half (me...I don't think I've spoken with her since June of 2007) and got the call Friday night.

Turns out we're the last to know the news...grandparents already knew and people were coming up to my mother in church on Sunday telling her that babies are blessings even if they are born "out-of-wedlock".

Seeing as how my sister is no church-goer and the people who approached her have ties to the clinic, my mother is ranting about privacy laws being broken.

Icing on the cake: 

1)  The wedding is taking place at somebody else's home (ie. somebody else is throwing a wedding for my sister).
 
2)  We don't know if we're invited...even if we are, that very well could be the final blow to my mother's heart.  Seriously?  Would she seriously do that?  What daughter invites her own mother to her wedding that's being put together by another woman?

No wonder the rents were drinking in the dark.

All I have to say is that I'm too young to become the mother of my sister's child, and she better not be getting married on my birthday.

Size DOES matter.

I am an awful, terrible person.

Traffic had slowed to a near halt.

I immediately swerved towards the middle to try and find out what the hold up was and saw a terrified corgi cowering in front of a garbage truck before darting confusedly across the lanes, visibly starting at every honk.

It had neither a collar nor a frantic owner chasing after it.

Clearly it needed help.

I drove right past it...which should surprise anyone who has known me longer than a year because you've most likely seen my animal saving antics in action or have heard about them.

Like the time I was at Valpo and saw a pitbull run across the road.

I literally flipped a U, parked on the sidewalk, left the Jeep running and the door open, and ran after the sucker.

Lord knows what I would have done with it had I actually caught it.

Or the time I was driving home from Wisconsin and a black lab darted onto the road.

I swerved to miss it, skid to a stop, (again leaving the car running with the door open) and ran after it.

Unfortunately, when you do such things when a cop who didn't see the dog is behind you, he thinks that something is wrong with a) you and/or b) your vehicle.

In all my "rescue missions," never once have I hesitated or driven right past an animal that was in any imminent danger, whether it be a turtle, cat, snake (yes, snake), muskrat (ugly tails btw), or dog.


But then again, never once have I questioned the legitimacy of the species.

Seriously.

You call that a dog?

Country Roads...

...take me to and from school.

I found myself singing along to a Dixie Chicks song today.

"Wide Open Spaces" to be specific.

I wasn't sure whether to be disturbed or resigned by the fact
that I knew enough of the lyrics to song along.

2 hours of this a day...:






























...and I guess you can consider me acclimated.

But now I want a pick-up truck and a tractor that runs like a Deere.

...however, I was also thinking about pumpkin patches and apple orchards.

So hopefully it's just a seasonal phase.

**Watch out for the winter pics...I'm sure I'll be royally pissed that I
never got that truck. **

Road Rage.

Not gonna lie.

I had quite a bit today.

It took me 32 minutes to get this far:













(Note that the distance is 4.4 miles)

Then I spent frickin' 20 minutes looking for parking.

I still haven't decided which is worse...Tuesday/Thursday parking or Monday/Wednesday parking.

T/Th I have the joy of parking near a curb in the parking lot and waiting for someone to come out to the lot and move their car...and then playing chicken with the other 32 people waiting for that same exact spot.

M/W I have the double-your-pleasure of  nearly dying from asphyxiation and going deaf as I wait in line on the parking garage ramps with asshole Joe behind me blaring some bass -- not music -- just bass.

Being directionless, I had the brilliant idea of trying to find a different way home since I did not want to drive behind the 18-wheeler and get caught up in the construction that had blocked me earlier.

Never trust a road named Moose Range Rd.

Let's just say it's a 13-minute dead end.

At least I found out that the Corolla has great acceleration and remains fairly quiet and smooth at 96 mph.

Last, but not least, I hate bald Buick drivers.

Just sayin'...

...if the car is older than I am, you probably shouldn't be trying to drive in the fast lane.

If only I had...

...a heavenly body.

Then I would finally be financially independent and be able to get creditors off my back!


God, I hate the radio.

Especially Ryan Seacrest.

Apture

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