I'm willing to share small tidbits of me. Who I am. What I experience. Why I do what I do. Just ramdom thoughts from me. Enjoy!
Who?
Name::Random me From::California, United States
I am a wife and mother of two boys. I work full-time in the electronics industry. It took me 6 years to graduate college (no, I'm not embarrassed-I finished, Dammit!) SJSU class of 1990. I love to cook, because I love good food. I'll pass on sweets, but will eat something with garlic or onion in a minute. I HATE cheese, except Mozzerella on pizza-and that has to be combination pizza. I hate chick flicks, but love a good thriller. My husband and I are real estate investors on the side. View my complete profile
I should never allow my husband to drive when the rest of us are in the car. My husband drives calmly and cautiously, but for the life of me, I dont know why he takes curves and corners so fast. It's as if the turning steering wheel is pushing his right foot further into the accelerator. I'm always reminding him that the rest of us in the car DO NOT have a steering wheel to hang onto for these curves and corners. Geeeezz! It'd be nice if he stopped slinging us about the vehicle. I can actually hear the kids butts moving across the leather in the back seat when he turns. True story: on one occassion, he made a left so fast and furious, my face actually smacked the passenger side window. So unnecessary.
He also "drives by Braille" on the freeway. You know, driving on the lane divider bumps. It's not like he does it for a second or two or five. Oh no. There is enough time on the bumps for me to pause, then turn to stare at him for like, 5 seconds and then ask if he can get off the bumps. Strangly enough, it's as though he doesnt even realize it. He usually says "Oh. ok." WTH ?? As if a request was required to get off the bumps. I truly believe, when he's in the car by himself, he rides the bumps whenever possible.
He also has bad habit of not getting into the correct lane to turn or exit until the very last minute. We make so many U-turns when he is driving. "Oh, well. I cant get over. I'll just go up a bit and make a U-turn."
"Dude, BOGART your way in there. No one is gonna hit this big ass vehicle. If they do, that's fine. We're insured."
The parking lot is always an adventure. Especially in a nearly empty lot. He drives around and around trying to find that perfect spot. He's always estimating what kind of car is going to park next to us. How?? I continue to be dazzled and baffled by this. I mean, we fling this vehicle down the freeway in excess of 90 mph at times and he's overly cautious with parking?? I often wonder what the people in the store think as we pull into the lot, circle the lot, park, back up, circle some more, brake, back up, go forward, pull into a spot, back up, then re-pull into that very same spot.
He will turn on his blinker religiously to change lanes, then takes a lifetime to turn it off. I always figure eventually he will make a left turn. If he doesnt turn it off, make another lane change or turn in a reasonable time I'll start singing "Blinkaahh Maaaaaaannn! He's Blinkaaahh Maaaaaannn!!!" That usually does the trick. Ten seconds later .. dink dink .. dink dink.. dink dink....
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10:03 PM ::
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