Road Rage

The other day Jackie and I were driving to lunch.

My role is not much different than Morgan Freeman's in Driving Miss Daisy. I drive and Miss Daisy (Jackie) makes wise cracks. Though, I do let her sit in the front seat.

To say "Miss Daisy" is used to my driving would be an understatement, as she has been the passanger in my car almost daily for the past 2 years. So, I was thrown off the other day when when she was all fidgety and nervous.

Me: What's wrong, I don't have road rage or anything.
Jackie: It's not you I am worried about. It's this guy. He's all over the place. He's a mess. And, he's ALREADY killed someone driving. Look at his car, there's a sticker to prove it 'In loving memory...'

I.love.Miss.Daisy. And, that's why I drive her around for free!

Big Bear

We came.

We snowboarded.

I lost my phone (again).

But, then I found it.

And, here's a photo.



Thanks Landon!

The end.


Updated: I found some more photos... on my roommate's camera. Thanks Diz.

Need. More. Sleep.

Since the beginning of February (when I started waking up at 4:30 AM to coach the OVHS swim team) I have been averaging between 4 and 5 hours of sleep a night.

And, plain and simply, that just isn't enough. I am starting to do weird things. Things that people do only when they need more sleep.

This morning I grabbed a pair of pants out of my closet, but decided I wanted to wear a different pair. So, I got dressed, but didn't want to put on my leather booties (the water tends to jack those puppies up when it splashes on me). So, I carried the shoes out to the car with me. I also carried the first pair of pants with me as well - in case I wanted to change mid-day like an Academy Award emcee, or in case I wet myself and they didn't have a spare set of pants in the nurses office?!? Yikes.

I Have NEVER Been Good At...

1. Giving up diet coking.

2. Dating.

3. Performing.

4. Budgeting (though I am decent at saving money, go figure).

5. Saying No.

6. Not eating sweets for breakfast (or lunch, or dinner, or any time in between).

7. Keeping plants alive.

8. Not falling asleep while saying my prayers at night.

9. Sitting still.

10. Tennis, softball/baseball, volleyball, or soccer... eww and ballet (yikes!) or any other kind of dancing come to think of it. Basically, if I pass that sobriety test where you can walk in a straight line, I'd call it a good day! Actually, now that I am typing this all out, I can see that I am not an athlete at all, which is kind of a shame, since I have an "athletic build", so that sucks.

11. Anything that has to do with technology... which is why I found all of these wrong numbers and predictive text goof-ups really funny...

I tried using predictive text once. It was unitentional, of course. One day my phone just started doing it, unbeknowst to me. I am not sure which button got pushed. But, I was sending out the craziest messages. And, I remember thinking, who would predict that ANYONE would ever say this? But, I didn't know how to undo the message once it was entered. So, away these messages went and all day I got these 'what the what???' type responses. But, I quickly found someone a lot more tech savvy than me (which may or may not have been a 9-year-old) to undo the default setting, so I could hunt and peck my way through a text message again.

Just because I liked this...

Things On My Mind Lately...

I feel like my thoughts are super erratic, but that's probably because they are. I felt like sharing a few with you.

1. I have been having a lot of dreams lately where people are mad at me. Not just kind-of-ticked-so-I-am-going-to-ignore-you-or-look-at-you-sideways mad, but full-on yell-in-my-face mad! And, even in my dreams I am not crying. I am laughing. Inappropriate reactions, even in my dreams?!? Am I really THAT dead inside. I hope not. Sad! And, why do I keep dreaming that everyone is upset with me? Hmmm....

2. Where does Charlie Sheen keep finding these wives and Goddesses? And, why do we care?

3. Why do single people have SUCH a hard time committing?!? Not just to a significant other, but in general. Like to dinner or a road trip? Or whatever. It's not THAT hard.

4. If I ever have any daughters I am going to have a 3 bow minimum - kind of like the minimum amount of "flare" Jennifer Anniston was required to wear in Office Space.

5. Why are there roosters in Santa Ana?

6. Why are all my nieces and nephews SO into Webkins?

7. How is it I am so anal about keeping my house clean when my car is DISGUSTING?

8. Why is it so hard for me to not drink so much diet coke? Geez.

I think that's all for now.