Driving Lesson

Today's lesson is about how to properly yield when the sign says you should "yield."

My commute from work to home consists of 3 freeways, a street, a parking lot, and a parking space. In the transition from that last freeway unto the city streets I have to exit the freeway, and merge across three lanes of traffic, in less than 50 feet, in order to make a right hand turn.

Now, these three lanes of traffic are coming from frontage road. Can anyone possibly imagine how difficult this merge is? Well, actually it is fairly easy, or should be, because the frontage road has a yield sign. Meaning, those drivers have to yield to traffic exiting the freeway. However, do you really think any driver is going to take 10 seconds out of their day and yield, as the sign says they are to, as the law says they are to do, so that I can make the turn I need in order to get home? Nope. They do not. Consequently, I have to turn into a huge Bee.I.Tea.Cee.H, force myself between vehicles, cross my fingers that oncoming cars in the other lanes can slow down in time of my cutting them off, and *sigh* make that well deserved right hand turn on my final stretch of road before pulling into my parking lot, and stopping in the parking space.

So, word of advice YIELD, when you have a “Yield” sign! It is only the right thing to do, the courteous thing to do, and the law. Plus, 10 seconds is not taking that much time from your life.

I Have A Dream...

Okay, not really. I had a dream and it came true, well, sort of.

The Dream:

Lover and I were sitting on our bed discussing finances. I wanted to know where he was spending all of his money. After a few moments of haggling he finally confessed that he was paying off a coworker. He owed someone he worked with $3,000 and was trying to pay it off in 5 months. He explained that he lost it while playing poker, gambling! Then he leaned in to give me a kiss. I was mad and angry, he lied to me, I had every right to be mad and angry. So, instead of embracing the kiss, I slapped him. The dream ended.

Flash forward a few hours to this morning…

I vaguely remembered the dream and probably would have forgot about it if it were not for Lover.

After I got ready for work, I went back into the bedroom to give Lover a kiss good-bye, he has Fridays off of work. This is when he asked me why I slapped him last night. With a confused look I asked, “I slapped you?” Apparently, last night I slapped him while I was sleeping. But that is not the even crazier part.

I fall asleep early and he stays up late. He is use to it. He works the Swing shift. When he went to bed last night, he went to give me a kiss good-night (again, I was sleeping), and I slapped him. I slapped him for kissing me, just like I did in my dream.

Couple Friends

Text Conversation:

US – “Hey Bro [clearly not me texting here] do you and Jane* want to get together and do something tonight?”
THEM – “Sure what do you have in mind?”
US – “Dinner and a movie? OR we could just hang out by the pool, catch up, and relax.”

[Jeopardy music playing in the background]

30 minutes later…

THEM – “Hey Bro [clearly directed towards Lover], Jane just passed out on the couch, I don’t think tonight is a good night.”

So, this was at 6:30 pm on a Friday night. Yea, Lover and I need new friends. I mean, seriously? If you didn’t want to hang out, why wouldn’t someone just say he or she wasn’t in the mood? OR if you didn’t like ideas, why wouldn’t you suggest something else?

On another night, Lover and I were going to gather a bunch of our friends together and have a big dinner. There were 20 people (including us). Within 24 hours of the dinner, 16 people backed out! The only people who went to the dinner was me, Lover, my Mom, and Step-Dad.

I really don’t think that something is wrong with us, because we are good people. Wait, did I mention that these were all HIS friends that were backing out?

Don’t be mistaken, my friends back out too. Only, my friends consist of my Dad’s ex girlfriend (ya, I know) and her boyfriend (who I can’t stand). She sort of tells me the truth though. She is a 33 year-old-woman, with 2 divorces, and 3 kids, who is not “allowed” to hang out with me. Her boyfriend thinks that I, a 20 year-old young woman with 3 degrees, no kids, and a loving boyfriend, is a bad influence. Who are we kidding here? The saddest part of it all, is that she listens. Yup.She.Listens.

So… I will say it again. Lover and I need new friends, non flaky ones, who enjoy going out. You can be single or a couple. Although, we do ask that if you are a couple, you cannot be consumed in your relationship, because if you are consumed in your relationship you will only want to hang out with the other partner, and THAT would make you like our current friends.

Anyone else in the market? We will send you our resume!

*name changed to protect identity :P

Big Deal, So What, Who Cares?

I was driving to work this morning when this song, Leann Rimes - Big Deal, managed to make it's way from my I-pod, to my car speakers and into my ears.

This song can spark up so much conversation; especially one me and Lover (the boyfriend) had the other night. Thus, the song is my Muse for the day.

Ladies, let's face it; we can't just allow one of our girlfriends to be happy with someone.

A group of friends can all be single -dating? Yes, but still single - who gather together and have a grand ol' time. However, when one of those girls happens to stubble across love, which we all know is kind of a trip, fall and collapse into love, all of a sudden that one who found love becomes an Untouchable. I don't mean, simply you can't touch her, I mean like an Untouchable from the caste system of Ancient India.

Why do we do this? Why do we see our friend, so happy, in love, full of life, and determined to better herself, and bring her down? Women turn into a hunter, or better yet a fisherman. You try to tempt us with your worm. We see the ploy and just as we think we can swim away you grab your bow and arrow and shoot us right in the heart.

STOP the madness! It's an infectious, jealous disease. She is not a traitor, she still loves you too, she still wants to hang out, she still wants things to be like "they use to be." But, that cannot happen if YOU don't allow it.

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I Have a Job, I Deserve a Better One

This time yesterday I was jumping up and down with lots of joy and glee, GLEE! The company I have been trying so HARD to get a job with called me to schedule an interview. SWEET! She mentioned that she would e-mail me the directions to the location and to confirm the time.

I didn’t check my e-mail yesterday, I mean really? I know where they are located! It is like one of my top companies to work for (just a few notches below Disney, Google, and Apple).

I checked the e-mail this morning when I got in the office, and to my surprise, it was not from the company I thought. Another company, could it be? I called. It was the same (SAME) company that called me yesterday. My first question was how did you get my resume? Career Builder dot com. Click.

I get it, so in order to apply for the company I REALLY want a job with, I had to apply through Career Builder dot com. When the women mentioned that over the phone yesterday, I thought it was the company I APPLIED for.

I hate companies who solicit business. Wait, no. They didn’t solicit business, they solicited employees?

Anyway, I cancelled the interview, because for all I know they are a cult, that hires people and then lays them off if he or she is not a “good fit.”

*sigh* So, I am still waiting for a call from that company I really want to work for.

Bottoms Up!

Imagine… You are next to the pool drinking an iced cold beverage, in a frosted glass, on a hot day of Summer. You look at your drink and notice that there is only one drink left. Do you finish it?

I never (and I emphasize ‘never’) drink the last of anything. It does not matter if my lips were the only lips to touch the drink, I still cannot do it. It’s purely mental; all I can imagine is the salvia/food concoction that might have managed to make its way to the bottom of that drink and the thought of consumption? No way!

So the next time you peer at your drink and it’s almost to the bottom, are you going to think twice about taking that last final sip?

How's Your '09

Man do I suck! October of 2008 was my last post?

Well, I just graduated with my B.S., so I am pretty sure I will have a lot more time on my hands. I thought I might get back into blogging (not like I was deep in it the first time).

Not too much has changed. I have a boyfriend, Lover! The first boyfriend ever. We live together and love each other! :D