People, Please

I'm drivin' in my Car...

I turn on the wadio.

...it's raining like a mother!

I have one errand to run.

THIS is what I find. People, Please!!

Help me understand why people park their cars at angles traversing 2 or 3 parking spaces. Why is it that a motorcyclist is out in the rain and really tell me why it's parked in the handicapped spot. Give me a really good reason why you have to change your oil in a parking lot in the middle of all this raining. Is it really that much fun to stand out in the rain chatting with each other in the rain without umbrellas? And please... tell me why the two of you had to have your conversation in a perfectly good spot. Yeah, I don't give a crap about your needs either. So screw you beggar at the front door asking for change. OMG this was a WWJD moment and everyone just failed miserably, including myself. Thank you jezus this is a 3-day weekend for me.

Life According to Dewey

WTK3's Dewey Decimal Section:

097 Books notable for ownership or origin
WTK3's birthday: 1/31/1966 = 131+1966 = 2097

Class:
000 Computer Science, Information & General Works

Contains:
Encyclopedias, magazines, journals and books with quotations.

What it says about me:
I am very informative and up to date. I work on living in the here and now, not the past. I go through a lot of changes. When I make a decision I am very sure of myself, even stubborn, but my friends appreciate my honesty and resolve.

Find your Dewey Decimal Section at Spacefem.com

Drat

Baby Daffodils, and by that I mean the dwarf variety are one of my favorites. So, last year when I got an opportunity to get a boatload for free I grabbed them. Well they didn't like the process of being uprooted and replanted last year and just went to sleep for the season. I figured they would be stressed, that is why I planted them in a nursery. I was all excited this year. Waiting for their little green arms to reach through the ground like they are yawning. The past two weeks they have done just that. Unfortunately, I think that I'll only be getting arms and no dills. When it comes to plants, I can be extremely patient. *One more year little ones and I'm sure you'll mature into the glorious daffs that I know you are.* Funny, I think I feel a bit like my daffodils, a bit puny.

Dr. Flab

I have created another blog to challenge my health goals. It's in the early stages, but feel free to drop by now and again at http://drflab.blogspot.com/. An explanation of this new character is over on that site. He makes me laugh, in an - ugh I got work to do way. Yesterday I provided you only the backside of Dr. Flab. Today - I present the side view and the front. Enjoy.

Teaser

I'm needing some motivation.
So I have created a new Amalgamation.
Coming soon to a new blogspot near you.

Time Slows Down

Time

Slows

Down

When

Approaching

A

Black

Hole

Time also slows down on Friday evenings when you consume wine and know that you're a lightweight because of your medications. Time approaches zero when you spend that time with the parents of a precocious 2 1/2 year old who's table manners are decent to a point. The point of which "snack" aka dessert trumps any dinner. Time stops when that same child walks her mommy into a winner's "okay" through thoughtful youngster discourse and "reason". Time suddenly speeds up as the daddy decides to butt-in and parent. Damn I was having fun.

Time also slows down when you have no plans on a lazy Saturday. It slightly speeds up when you approach the asymptote of homemade rye bread, the creation of Indigo-Orion. And it again slows down when you enjoy the yum of it on a lazy Saturday.

Time speeds up to the shocking bark of a German Shepard to the loud "CLANK-THUD" of the Sunday newspaper on the screen door. Time slows down to the enjoyable stench of newspaper print and unbearable stories of world and local events. Time comes to a near halt when you clip coupons for yourself, friends and co-workers. You know them so well that you reminisce of your friends and their budgeting needs. Time speeds up for laundry and slows for the wait of the cycle. Time slows during the wait with a cat-like stretch that falls into dream catatonia. The repositioned yellow globe shifts within eye shot and time speeds up. Allowing you to tend to the laundry and other domestics. But time slows down as evening approaches and Claudia is fired over Melissa Rivers. And slumber approaches.

Time is ugliest on Monday mornings, with its rushing alarm and bladder urgent pup that simultaneously demand attention. Out of control, time moves faster and faster and faster and you seem to blink and the digitized numbers blurr past you, exponentially chastising you to beat the clock to work. Time **SLAMS** to a screeching halt as you power-on your laptop at work. You have arrived - The work hole - darkest matter in the universe. You're only hope is exercising the patience of Job and reaching out for ... my earbuds and blasting some Anastacia. ...aaaahh!

Short People

Short people got no reason, to live

They got little hands and little eyes
And they walk around tellin' great big lies
They got little noses and tiny little teeth
They wear platform shoes on their nasty little feet

Well, I don't want no short people
Don't want no short people, round here

Short people are just the same, as you and i
(A fool such as i)
All men are brothers, until the day they die
(It's a wonderful world)

(refrain), to love

They got little baby legs and they stand so low
You got to pick 'em up just to say hello
They got little cars that go beep, beep, beep
They got little voices goin' peep, peep, peep
They got grubby little fingers and dirty little minds
They're gonna get you every time

Well, I don't want no short people
Don't want no short people, 'round here

Author, Randy Newman

Nope, my mind ain't right. This is the song that was flooding my mind today and I couldn't remember the lyrics. So there you are. But of course there's a reason behind why the song was drumming through my head. I had just gotten to work this morning, pulling into the parking lot and driving up the ramp. How was I to know that 'she' was going to pop out from the side of her car into traffic. I try to be careful, really I do. I often worry about an accident happening. And to think, this morning was my turn. Well thankfully she was a nimble creature, all of about 4'11". I swear I've never seen her before and she must work in another building. I did not hit her. I rolled down my window (gentleman that I am) to see if she was alright. She totally agreed that she wasn't paying attention. My throat released my heart and let it go back to it's normal position in my body and I drove off. But I got to thinking - if she had not been so short, I might have seen her (better) through the windows and she might not have possibly died. And there you have it - Short People.

And then, don't ya know, my warped mind got to thinking about black people at night wearing dark clothing. Certainly they realize it's difficult to see them. And all the gays, sashaying and swerving their hips as they walk; makes ya dizzie when you're driving and harder to hit 'em. Think of all the points I'm missing out on. Pardon me, there's a mother with a stroller, brb...

Rainbow Flag

My rainbow is intensely shaded black and orange.

**Rainbow Here, but it's a no show**

What it says about me

I am a strong person.
I appreciate mystery.
Others are amazed at how I don't give up.
I may meet people who are afraid of me.

Find the colors of your rainbow at spacefem.com.

Wow, my "rainbow" flag is really ugly. I like it! I am strong. I do appreciate mystery. I never give up, come on now - everyone say it - Can't Never Could Do Nothing! And some folks are afraid of me, which I find just silly. But I can be oddly defiant, unemotional, bossy and evil. But usually in a good way. Usually. *Hey wait a damn minute - I need more GREEN!* *stomps feet*

VA State Police - Again

Do the VA State Police have to memorize the Trooper's Pledge? Well if they do, they forget much of it. Two State Troopers (traveling pairs again on 64 East/Why always East?) were pacing traffic this afternoon at a comfortable clip of 65 mph in the 55mph zone. So I'm not complaining about their disregard for the speed limit. But I am a tad pissed that they don't use their signals.

• Trooper-whoever in the car with license plate number 5082. You headed north on 95 from 64 East. You might consider providing more advanced notice than the nanosecond ghetto-blink of your directional signal. I'm glad I wasn't in the lane you suddenly decided to merge into.
  • Buddy Trooper (License plate number 4972) that head south on 95. You are a complete ass, not even giving some old guy in a clunker (not me, I'm not that old) even the courtesy of the ghetto-blink.

Yes, I have a good memory, but I also text while driving. But I use my god-damned directional signal! And so should you. okay I'm done whining. But then again, I'm still a bit bitter about your response time from when I was shot at on I-64.

Today was a good day. I fit into a green sweater that I had not worn in years. And by "fit", I mean I stretched that sucker to hell and back last night and a bit more this morning so it would fit. I wanted to wear that because it was chilly out and it was the shade of green that fancied my mood.

No Stephanie, there is no Irish Code about what constitutes as Green clothing appropriate to wear on St. Patrick's Day. Your green jacket was fine. I'm sorry I made you feel joked into going home at lunch to get a green shirt. *if your wondering - For Real!*

Green - oh yeah! Where the heck is my money going? GAS BILLS, that's where. Most abundant resource there is, MY ASS. *okay so I had one more whine*

St. Patrick's Day

ENJOY !!