This happened on our corner yesterday afternoon.
http://www.weareaustin.com/news/top-stories/stories/vid_3632.shtml
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
Hang up the #*%%#@ phone and drive! (PG language alert)
I should put this all in caps, because I really, really want to shout this at drivers:
Put away your fripping cell phone, the nail polish (yes, I did see a girl painting her nails while driving 65 down I-35 one morning), the make-up, the Big Mac, the GODDAMNED LAPTOP FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!, the sales figures, the CIGARETTES (why are you smoking in the car anyway??)...and DRIVE!!! Some of you even need to shut the fuck up and not talk to passengers while you're attempting to drive....hell, you shouldn't even have passengers.
95% of you can't drive worth a shit anyway and you're going to distract yourselves even more by talking on the phone (and no, you can't talk on the phone and not be distracted), paint your nails, put mascara on (??!?!?!?!), eat a taco and drink a soda, text, jack-off, or prep for your morning staff meeting while you're driving? Really.
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Randomocity
Many is the day I really want to write serious, thought-provoking posts. then I come to my senses and realize that would take effort. And organization skills I left at university when I graduated. I think about essays and telling people to get bent and how to do things....then, yeah, the whole effort thing comes up and I go play Bubbletown....again.
The same thing happens with my house. I picture myself with this really cute, well-decorated, clean, organized house (with the broken things fixed), and having a party to "unveil" the new and improved digs. Then my reality hits and I go read a book. Right now, for instance, I'm supposed to be cleaning the bathroom (at least according to the little dilettante in my head) and yet, here I am, writing a blog post instead. Hey, at least I cleared all my crap off the kitchen table and fed the dogs....what more do you want? No wonder my son is so screwed up.
I have this friend (you know who you are), who comes home from work and repaints entire rooms, builds furniture, plants gardens, and changes her oil...all before dinner. Lately she's been very ill and has the nerve to beat herself up because she's not getting anything done. Really? Chill, girlfriend. I come home from work, look at my piles of shit, the ADHD kicks in, I get overwhelmed and go hide somewhere (Helloooo, Bubbletown!). Occasionally I get on this manic tear and get stuff done, but it seems like such a tiny drop in the bucket, I feel like I haven't really accomplished anything. If I sit back and look objectively at things, I can see it, but that takes....you guessed it: effort.
I've made a huge effort lately to keep the kitchen clean most of the time and it does make me feel a lot better, even if I don't necessarily do the dishes every.single.day. Climbing up out of a 20-year bucket of depression is not the easiest thing in the world (and I don't really mean to moan and cry "depression!" here, but when I look at things honestly, that's what's going on); some days you just say screw it and slide back into the bucket (it's warm and floaty in there). But then I think of all the things I'd rather be doing with my time than cleaning and de-cluttering, like my art, and sewing, and training my dog, and maybe going fishing with my son before he's too old to appreciate it, gardening, weekend trips, visiting my mother and and daughter more than once every 6 months--well, I see Mother more often than that...she's only 5 minutes away, truth be told, the kiddo is only about 10 minutes away, but whereas my mom would welcome me every other day if I wanted to be there that often, the kiddo is a bit more...reclusive... Gee, I wonder where she gets THAT from?
The same thing happens with my house. I picture myself with this really cute, well-decorated, clean, organized house (with the broken things fixed), and having a party to "unveil" the new and improved digs. Then my reality hits and I go read a book. Right now, for instance, I'm supposed to be cleaning the bathroom (at least according to the little dilettante in my head) and yet, here I am, writing a blog post instead. Hey, at least I cleared all my crap off the kitchen table and fed the dogs....what more do you want? No wonder my son is so screwed up.
I have this friend (you know who you are), who comes home from work and repaints entire rooms, builds furniture, plants gardens, and changes her oil...all before dinner. Lately she's been very ill and has the nerve to beat herself up because she's not getting anything done. Really? Chill, girlfriend. I come home from work, look at my piles of shit, the ADHD kicks in, I get overwhelmed and go hide somewhere (Helloooo, Bubbletown!). Occasionally I get on this manic tear and get stuff done, but it seems like such a tiny drop in the bucket, I feel like I haven't really accomplished anything. If I sit back and look objectively at things, I can see it, but that takes....you guessed it: effort.
I've made a huge effort lately to keep the kitchen clean most of the time and it does make me feel a lot better, even if I don't necessarily do the dishes every.single.day. Climbing up out of a 20-year bucket of depression is not the easiest thing in the world (and I don't really mean to moan and cry "depression!" here, but when I look at things honestly, that's what's going on); some days you just say screw it and slide back into the bucket (it's warm and floaty in there). But then I think of all the things I'd rather be doing with my time than cleaning and de-cluttering, like my art, and sewing, and training my dog, and maybe going fishing with my son before he's too old to appreciate it, gardening, weekend trips, visiting my mother and and daughter more than once every 6 months--well, I see Mother more often than that...she's only 5 minutes away, truth be told, the kiddo is only about 10 minutes away, but whereas my mom would welcome me every other day if I wanted to be there that often, the kiddo is a bit more...reclusive... Gee, I wonder where she gets THAT from?
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