i don’t know about you, but this is THE coolest thing i’ve heard about ALL MONTH.
typical me, i’ve been trying to determine WHY i think it’s so amazing.
so far, i’ve come up with the idea that my mind is happy to know that there are people and places that are unfettered by walmart, burger king, and porn. i read about it this morning, and each time i’ve thought about it during the day (all day) i just feel giddy.
GIDDY.
the link below to the full story, and my favorite photo from the lot. they are none too happy with the site of copters in the area. i can’t blame them.
i wonder how they’d take to me if i just dropped out of the sky, wandered up and said, “hey ya’ll”. what would i bring to them? gum? candy? cigarettes? alcohol? yes, alcohol would be a great icebreaker between us, just making sure they are the ones that drink it and not me. and a snickers candy bar, and soda. OH! starbucks! they would love starbucks i bet.
(see how already i’m trying to mess them up with american crap? i guess it’s just human nature.)
people of the new tribe, i love you for your purity and i hope that you can remain “uncontacted”.
the welts on my son’s chest in the picture below are the result of using crest cinnamon rush gel toothpaste. he’s been using this toothpaste for a month or so, and i’d noticed his skin would get red but the welts are new. he said it wasn’t causing him any pain or discomfort (i told him to stop using it) but it seems odd to me, perhaps an allergy?
has this ever happened to you, or someone you know?
next up is a phone message by a very good friend i’ve had since i was 17 years old. in the message, she explains that she just finished watching “inside the actors studio” with angelina jolie. in her words, “i think you and her are like kindred spirits”. (this is precisely why she’s been such a good friend of mine for so many years, the compliments.)
she would most likely murder me if she knew i was posting this on the internet, so don’t anyone tell her ok? and for the love of god don’t make fun of her accent, (you know how northern people are about their “accents”).
if you win, you get an awesome 5″ x 5″ car magnet. i’d love to have a few of these to carry around in my purse to bequeath the folks i deem idiots of the driving world.
#1
not sure if this counts as a traffic/cars/travel peeve or not. going through the mcdonald’s drive through the other morning, i think i took a little too long for the money taking lady. she gave me a full on eye roll with the head turn just like when i was in junior high. she pulled it off so well, she very may have been the one who invented it. it was all i could do to not get out of the truck and punch her right up in her grill.
(normally i have my money ready, but some days i just can’t do it all.)
#2
our next town over is less than stellar in the department of driving. i loathe driving there due to the idiocracy that abounds. one part of a main road is three lanes. you’d think that wouldn’t be so bad if people had a clue about the traffic rules. all three lanes, blocked by slow moving cars. i just have to ask the universe, WHY? the only consolation i have when i am forced to endure the slow ride is imagining them all being killed by a very slow, slow, slow death with me saying “HOW DO YOU LIKE SLOW NOW?!”
#3
this is a special notice for the person(s) that have a known disorder i like to call, “retarded idiot”.
for the “don’t hate me because i’m beautiful” cars:
my go-cart toyota is paid for. i use it when not driving my son or when i need to go into “town”. i absolutely LOVE parking beside the beautiful car you so skillfully parked hogging up two spaces. thereby robbing GOOD people of a decent parking space due to the importance of your car not getting dinged. the way i see it, you are asking for a good dinging when you do this.
(my crime of righteousness was originally vindicated through my last job, due to heavy traveling and using rental cars.)
for the car that has spacial dementia:
compact car means SMALL.
your big ass SUV does not fulfill the requirement of compact or small.
don’t act all surprised when you come back to your vehicle and notice it’s been dinged. not that i would EVER do anything like that on purpose, but accidents? they happen.
the final act (known as act four) a test i stole from over at one wink’s house:
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