Yesterday I went to the land of the Wizard of Oz, compliments of the IMAX theater and 3D technology. Yep, I spent the $11 for a ticket to see it on the big screen! I figured it was a once in a lifetime thing! I will be 52 next month and have never seen it anywhere but on tv. OMG, the colors, the details I never noticed before! I LOVED IT!! And, I was good girl. I'm a diabetic, I shouldn't be drinking soda, but I figure the theater is the only place I drink soda, so why not. I had a small cherry coke. Yep a small, and it lasted me the entire movie. I could have chosen water, but ya know, sometimes you need a cherry coke! My need is at the movies!
The theater is located in a town that is about 30 minutes from me. We have a local theater, but it doesn't have IMAX and it's old and in tremendous need of a upgrade. So I drove down there on I-95, and of course drove back the same way.
As I'm driving north, in the middle lane there are warnings that the left lane is ending and to merge. Those warnings come a mile in advance. I'm doing about 75, which is normal in this area, jamming along to the music on the radio. As I'm getting closer to the area where that lane ends I notice in my drivers side mirror there are 3 cars in that left lane. The ending is coming close and none of them appear to be speeding up. Finally the front car speeds up just as the lane is coming to an end and pops in front of me. We are within maybe 50 feet of the lane ending and the other 2 cars are still to the side of me. What the hell are they waiting for?? There isn't a car behind me, they could have gotten over at anytime. But no, they want to play "let's get in front of that car". Ummmm, nope, not on your life you frickin idiots!! So once the first car speeds up and hops in front of me I step on the gas as hard as I can and both of those cars are made to go behind me, because their lane HAD ENDED! That's how close they thought they were to getting in front of me. Not gonna happen. Follow the frickin signs and get over before your lane ends you moron!!
So what should I have done, slammed on my brakes so they could get in front of me. No, not gonna happen! I'm doing the right thing, by keeping in my lane, staying at a good pace in MPH and not doing anything to harm myself or anyone else. They are the dangerous drivers, those that don't heed the signs and think they can buck the system or speed limit and put others lives in danger by changing lane by lane. Ok, off my high horse.
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Haven't been out driving much..........
So I figured I'd write about something else for as long as I feel like! I mean, hey, it's my blog, right!?!
I try not to be obnoxious, I'm actually a very nice person who's been shit on....a lot. I've been known to be too nice and now that I'm over 50, I don't feel the need to be too nice anymore. If I don't like you, or something you've done then I just ignore you or cut you out of my life. I have to live my life for me and my husband, and nobody else. Would I love to have more close friends, of course, who wouldn't. But I don't think I've been given what I give.......KWIM?? I give 1000%, very few of my friends have ever done that for me. There's lots of excuses, but I think it's just that when I'm giving, I give, there is nothing in my way to stop me, I'm just that way. But that has never been reciprocated to me. I've had a lot of good friends that will give me 80%, but nobody, except my husband has given me 100%, well and maybe my mom.
My mom. She was the sweetest most loving person ever in the world. She died in 2007 from Renal Cell Carcinoma, kidney cancer. She also had fibromyalgia, and honestly, not sure what else, I can't remember. She would give you the shirt off her back, which is something that I was lucky enough to witness my entire life. I can remember at the age of 5 or 6, her buying a neighbors kids school clothes because the father was more interested in buy another gun rather than his kids school clothes. But I digress. She was loving and went through so much.
She gave birth 5 years in a row but one was stillborn between my oldest sister and my brother. Her and my father were married in 1956, had my sister in '57, stillborn '58, brother '59, middle sister '60 and me, '61. Yep, 5 in 5 years. It seems like every time one of us was 6 months old she got pregnant again because the last 3 of us are all exactly 15 months apart. She had 4 kids under 5 years old at one time. Boy was she strong! She once told me that when she had the stillborn baby that she gave it to the hospital for research, so that maybe it would help others NOT have a stillborn baby. Not sure if it ever helped, but I know my mom felt better for it. Another way she was giving. I miss her so much, every.single.day.
I have been home for the past 2 years. I was trained as a nurse. My last job was working as a Director of Nursing in an assisted living facility. It was the job from hell. I worked my ass off at that job while the director sat on her ass and yacked with the marketing director, all.day.long. She had one main job, to bill the customers every month, and that was always late. I did everything else. I was the main nurse, I did all the hiring, firing, training, supervising staff, inservices, anything having to do with the residents medications, and total overall health. I took all the doctor calls, wrote all the orders, ordered all the medications. I did everything!! Oh yeah, and then there were the days that the cook got sick, or the aides didn't have time to do the dishes, I'd run the dishwasher, I'd dish up meals, I'd serve in the dining room. Yep, I did it all!
Well one day we were having a huge party because we'd built a new wing and I worked all day. I was going out to my car to get my dress to change and fell. As I was quickly walking under the Oak tree there was a number of acorns and I stepped on one, my foot went sideways and I went down. My face hit the pavement, I broke my left elbow, my glasses, skinned up my face, skinned up my hands and knees. It took 3 people to help me get up because I couldn't use my left arm to help me. I didn't realize it at the time, but I also forced both my shoulders backwards and strained my back really bad. Once I got up, although the people around me were worried, they let me go as I finished walking to my car, got my dress out, then managed to get into the building, into the bathroom and actually put my dress on! Crazy! I was then forced by the Corporate people that were there for the fete` to go to the ER. Well I did, I drove myself. Both arms weren't working very well and it was HELL trying to turn the wheels to get to the ER, thank goodness it was only about a block away!
I try not to be obnoxious, I'm actually a very nice person who's been shit on....a lot. I've been known to be too nice and now that I'm over 50, I don't feel the need to be too nice anymore. If I don't like you, or something you've done then I just ignore you or cut you out of my life. I have to live my life for me and my husband, and nobody else. Would I love to have more close friends, of course, who wouldn't. But I don't think I've been given what I give.......KWIM?? I give 1000%, very few of my friends have ever done that for me. There's lots of excuses, but I think it's just that when I'm giving, I give, there is nothing in my way to stop me, I'm just that way. But that has never been reciprocated to me. I've had a lot of good friends that will give me 80%, but nobody, except my husband has given me 100%, well and maybe my mom.
My mom. She was the sweetest most loving person ever in the world. She died in 2007 from Renal Cell Carcinoma, kidney cancer. She also had fibromyalgia, and honestly, not sure what else, I can't remember. She would give you the shirt off her back, which is something that I was lucky enough to witness my entire life. I can remember at the age of 5 or 6, her buying a neighbors kids school clothes because the father was more interested in buy another gun rather than his kids school clothes. But I digress. She was loving and went through so much.
She gave birth 5 years in a row but one was stillborn between my oldest sister and my brother. Her and my father were married in 1956, had my sister in '57, stillborn '58, brother '59, middle sister '60 and me, '61. Yep, 5 in 5 years. It seems like every time one of us was 6 months old she got pregnant again because the last 3 of us are all exactly 15 months apart. She had 4 kids under 5 years old at one time. Boy was she strong! She once told me that when she had the stillborn baby that she gave it to the hospital for research, so that maybe it would help others NOT have a stillborn baby. Not sure if it ever helped, but I know my mom felt better for it. Another way she was giving. I miss her so much, every.single.day.
I have been home for the past 2 years. I was trained as a nurse. My last job was working as a Director of Nursing in an assisted living facility. It was the job from hell. I worked my ass off at that job while the director sat on her ass and yacked with the marketing director, all.day.long. She had one main job, to bill the customers every month, and that was always late. I did everything else. I was the main nurse, I did all the hiring, firing, training, supervising staff, inservices, anything having to do with the residents medications, and total overall health. I took all the doctor calls, wrote all the orders, ordered all the medications. I did everything!! Oh yeah, and then there were the days that the cook got sick, or the aides didn't have time to do the dishes, I'd run the dishwasher, I'd dish up meals, I'd serve in the dining room. Yep, I did it all!
Well one day we were having a huge party because we'd built a new wing and I worked all day. I was going out to my car to get my dress to change and fell. As I was quickly walking under the Oak tree there was a number of acorns and I stepped on one, my foot went sideways and I went down. My face hit the pavement, I broke my left elbow, my glasses, skinned up my face, skinned up my hands and knees. It took 3 people to help me get up because I couldn't use my left arm to help me. I didn't realize it at the time, but I also forced both my shoulders backwards and strained my back really bad. Once I got up, although the people around me were worried, they let me go as I finished walking to my car, got my dress out, then managed to get into the building, into the bathroom and actually put my dress on! Crazy! I was then forced by the Corporate people that were there for the fete` to go to the ER. Well I did, I drove myself. Both arms weren't working very well and it was HELL trying to turn the wheels to get to the ER, thank goodness it was only about a block away!
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