"For a righteous man falls seven times, and rises again."
[Proverbs 24:16] Bible

The “wave” does not replace driving common sense.

Headed down 285 yesterday, I wait in the traffic jam known as 400 (you would think they would have a better way of dumping 285 onto 400, but that’s too easy!). As I’m driving, I’m noticing traffic around me. First, I get annoyed with the woman in front of me in a Honda Civic, going through stuff on her passenger seat/on her passenger’s side. She’s either not moving, or she’s moving at 1 MPH (which is almost impossible due to the weight of the car combined with gravity, blah blah blah). She’s holding up traffic behind her, and what’s this? She now has moved into the pissing me off stage from the annoying stage when she starts throwing trash out her window. Eventually, someone almost drives into her, and I can only hope it’s a mercy accident, but she got off at another exit.

Ah, I see it! Utopia! The on-ramp to 400 – no one can cut me off…..and then a silver Honda comes whizzing past me, and I see a flash of blonde hair and a hand up in the air as the driver almost slams into the front end of my car. Apparently, waiting in line was something she was not willing to do. Seeing me (lucky me) she decides to cut me off by going 15 mph to my 3 mph and “waving” as she does so. Is that supposed to be a “thanks?”

Is it wrong that at that point in time, I wanted nothing more than a large pick up truck so I could slam into her and her little “hehe – thanks” wave?

The definition of Irony.

Now I don't know to whom this person is debating, but this is the definition of irony and ignorance. I guess when you have a Masters of Science and Nursing, it doesn't matter:


response to ur response to my add (atlanta)

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Reply to: see below
Date: 2008-04-29, 12:00PM EDT


look hun mind ur business, u dont know me or anything about me. my family had that bulldog for 5 years the dog was utd on shots, never been sick always happy. learn whats ur place and what isnt! i have a Masters of Science and Nursing u ignorant sob. do u not have a life? what r u the craigslist police? and if i was going to sale a dog why wouldnt i sell a beautiful 11 week old blue and grey brindle pup which i could have gotten thousands of dollars for? u sound stupid and u look stupid now before the world wide web.

Part Two:

look if u googled me u'd know not only do i have a masters im a freelance fashion designer not a dog breeder ur a liar and u need a life. all that have responded to me know what type of person i am. i know some of u r wondering y i even respond to this jack a@! but i must i hate being slandered. and i hate even more and individual that runs off at the mouth and know not a damn thing.

Penguins, for your viewing pleasure...

I have a problem with this.

I have a problem with the above photo. It's not because I think the photo was done poorly, but it's because this is 15 year old Miley Cyrus. At first I thought, "okay - so she has a sheet draped across her" when I heard the debate on the radio, but after seeing the photo now, I have a problem with it.

The family, Miley, blah blah blah said it was "artistic." I was expecting to see a 15 year old girl, covered, hair done, etc. looking like a "posed" photo - not a 15 year old girl with her hair tussled looking like she just sat up from having sex.

When the world is looking for a "famous" role model for their child, the last thing they want is their child to see their role model partially bare on the cover of a magazine. Even a tank top would be better - it'd look like she just woke up.

At first, it was said that the Cyruses, her manager, etc. said the photo was "artistic." Now that there is this huge debate, they have a problem with it.

I have no doubts that there are creepy older guys who go to Miley's concerts (Hannah Montana) not for her musical talents - more for her looks, etc. So why promote that with this photo?

Shame on you.

Friends as Family.

I always make it known from the get go in any sort of relationship, family, friends, romantic, that my friends are my family. I have two sisters, and I have two brothers. These are the people I have known for as long as five years to nine years. It is known from the get-go that when I say “like a sister” or “like a brother,” I mean it.

My friends are the people that, through thick and thin, have always been there for me, and I have been there for them. Sadly, there is only one friend-family that I see on an almost regular basis, but that’s because he lives around the corner from my house. My other “brother” lives in Texas, is in the middle of having taken his MCATs and is a busy busy busy man. We talk sporadically when either one of us can. One “sister” lives in Auburn, AL where she is pursuing her Doctorate. I sneak down every once in awhile to see her when she’s not busy. She’s now having surgery next week for her back so visits are on hold. However, I am also in her wedding next year and am completely excited about it. My other “sister” lives here in Atlanta as well; however, her work schedule rarely permits any visits with one another. We make do though.

To me, I have four friends. Everyone else that I know are acquaintances. The word “friend” means a lot more to me than “someone you hang out with.” They are persons who know all of your little secrets. They are people who can call you in the middle of the night (and have) when upset about something or need someone to talk to. They are the people that, when you’re in an awful and pissed off mood, you can call up and say, “I’m going driving!” and you, in your pajamas, say “pick me up on your way” (and they have) because you don’t want their fury or anger to cause them to wreck. And you don’t say anything. You sit there, just as someone to be there for them. If they want to vent, they do. They are people that, when you leave their house or apartment, they say, “hey, call me when you get home so I know you got home okay.” They are the people that make take care of you when you’re sick (or drank too much) and want to be sure you’re going to be okay. They are the people that when you have relatives that pass away within a handful of months of one another, and you just aren’t taking it well, say “sure! I’d love to come visit you!” and then make you feel somewhat human again. Most of all, they’re the people that you consider family.

Time with them is never bad and is never time lost.

A rosebush hitchhiker :)

My mother sent me these photos.

She went to check out my rosebushes at their house, and she noticed our blue rose bush was looking less than par. She though she saw a worm, an aphid, something, but when she got closer, this is what she found:

A tiny, TINY, tree frog about the size of the tip of her pinkie finger.