Posts tagged ‘driving’

Manic Mon…oh, wait, it’s Tuesday…

Have I mentioned to you all lately how much I really just don’t enjoy people for the most part?  I mean, there is a certain, very specific kind of person that I enjoy…everyone whose company I enjoy is just a bit offbeat, kind of quirky and fun.  The thing is, and I have found this to be true across the board, that just about all of the people that I find myself being friends with…all in some ways are rule followers.  I don’t mean the kind of blind rule followers that set the world up for a 1984 kind of existence but the kind of rule followers that obey the rules even if they are inconvenient and just don’t quite fit into their schedules…the kind of rule followers, that, if they don’t like a rule will seek out a way to change it.

This brings me back around to my point…two lanes in the kiss-and-go-lane at school…one to drop off, one to pull through and park.  I parked this morning because I had to run into the office.  Backing out, a cow with a very large horn on her very tiny car was swooping out of her lane and into mine only to drive down the middle of both lanes instead of picking a lane….yeargh!  Then proceeds to blow kisses out the window to her child who is walking backwards and bumping into every one and everything between her and the gate…gag me!

Then, another person in a gigantic SUV pulls into the top of the turn lane into the school driveway and lets her kid out there…backing up everyone trying to turn into the driveway!  What is up with people?  Seriously!

I realize that this is not the kind of earth shatterin thing that should ruin an entire day and so that is why I am dumping it here…so we can snark together…

I bet those of you who spend a lot more time on the road than I do have some great stories about the idiots you see on the road, or in mass transit, or walking into work everyday.  Please help me feel better about these dingdongs!

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Denver’s Downtown Aquarium

Yesterday we dropped Hubby monster off at DIA. This totally sucked. So after passing the gigantic electric blue statue of a bronco twice and yelling “Look at the horse, Bubba!!!” The monsters and I headed off in search of the Downtown Aquarium.

Shouldn’t have been too hard to find because it is right off of I-25, right? Well, if one makes the 211 exit then it is very easy to get to but if one doesn’t get over in time one ends up driving in circles with 2 very unhappy monsters in the back seat.

But we did finally make it and had a huge amount of fun looking at all of the fish and other surprise animals that they house there. I did make a very cool discovery though…my cell phone takes better pictures through the glass than my digital camera does! Anyway, check out the pictures I was able to send myself!

 

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Nice of it to pose so well for me!

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This beauty did an awful lot of posing for over an our, swimming and sticking and swimming and sticking!

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She prefers free climbing but for $2.50 momma couldn’t complain!

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This is how Bubba spent his $2.50. It is at least wearable art!

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I swear I thought I heard it say cheese!

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Can we take it home, Momma? Please?

 

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And now introducing….

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This beauty is the pride of the aquarium. They run a constant feed of news footage of the tiger swimming in the same tank as the rain forest fish!

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Content on the back of a giant sturgeon at the end of the day!

Hubby monster made a safe return to Tampa with only a bit of fuss at the airport.  Apparently some woman got and tried to get on he plane but the flight crew deemed her a risk so she was asked to deplane before the flight!

On our way home from Denver we got hung up in some pretty serious traffic. All of south bound I 25 was closed due to a head on collision. I had about 8 miles to find an alternate route so I was able to avoid the closure but it was still enough to make me sweat a bit. Can someone answer the question that 2 people asked me? How do you drive far enough going the wrong way on the interstate and gain enough speed to cause such an awful accident?!?!

A mountain girl’s Favorite things

the monsters. their daddy. being a momma.

cats with loud purr machines and eyes like green marbles.

maverick’s head resting in my lap.

hugs from the monsters, especially the unsolicited ones.

swimming in the ocean. swimming in the lake. swimming at mom’s pool.

sparkly jewelry-doesn’t need to be the real expensive stuff, just sparkly.

good books with at least a relatively happy ending, especially mysteries.

holding hands. candles. warm blankets. lit fireplace.

the way the mountains look when the fog is rolling over them.

driving fast.

butterflies. lightening bugs. wild birds.

playing in the snow.

a good glass of wine. chardonay. merlot. red table. white table. homemade from mountain fruit.

seafood. red meat. sushi. popcorn. chocolate. mostly the dark kind. cucumber pickles. pickled beets and eggs. cold cereal. chicken and dumplings. gordon ramsay. lion dogs.

going to get my hair done. new highlights.

hearing from an old friend.

taking a photograph and seeing that it turned out way cool

coloring in a coloring book.

knitting. especially the last few rows to see the project come together.

blue eyes.

music. country music. phil vassar. rodney atkins. rock music. heavy on the guitar. the googoo dolls.

sitting and visiting with a friend. coffee. good, strong, dark coffee with cream.

ice cream in just about any form.

the feeling of scratching someone else’s back and knowing that they like it.

a good sale. beautiful shoes. beautiful hand bags. micheal kors shoes and handbags.

makeup. especially lipstick or gloss. and mascara.

canaries. frogs-kermit. turtles-tmnt.

learning about art. Monet. Van Gogh. Matisse.

tattoos.

orange.

Edgar Allen Poe.

gagillion thread count sheets.

fall leaves. football games. Virginia Tech Hokies.

my mom and dad. BABY brother! my aunts and uncles. all my cousins.

my Colorado friends. steps.

the way the trees look like velvety fabric in the rolls and folds of the mountains.

cold mountain stream water at the Cascades, near Mountain Lake

picking blackberries.

sitting in my mom and dad’s front yard under the trees at just about any time of day or evening.