Well, I was going to post something else but my teenager girls overrode me and to be honest, if you read my 'music memory' at Needs More Cowbell, I don't exactly HATE The Supremes *wink*
So, this is my offering for today.............I'm just eclectic, I guess. *grin*
Generally I find these blogthing tests do not accurately depict me and so I don't do them unless I am on somoene elses site. I was over on another blog this m orning though and did one. While I was there, I saw this one.
While I don't think the description completely fits me (over-indulgent? Whaaaaa?) I had to chuckle when it came up frappicino. Yep, that's the only coffee I really drink and that's generally a once a week or less treat when Mr. Hope stops for his mandatory Starbucks when we are in the city.
Otherwise I stick with orange juice in the morning. I can think of a few bloggers who might be happy about that!
You Are a Frappacino
At your best, you are: fun loving, sweet, and modern
At your worst, you are: childish and over indulgent
You drink coffee when: you're craving something sweet
Well,
okay, I had pictures to show ya but I can't get them uploaded. Maybe
they are too big cuz even photobucket was taking forEVER to take them.
Then it occured to me that even if I COULD get them uploaded, maybe it
would take you forever to get into my blog if I post them.
Soooo, today started out just like any other day. A day of all days,
so to speak. Except that it was kinna rainy, but that was okay because
I've been praying for some rain for my new roses I planted at the
lake.
Other than that, I got up, fixed myself ALL up for a meeting I had for
one of my kids up in the city. Mr. Hope, our younger son and I piled
into the car and POH jacked the music up all the way in. Mr. Hope has
learned to zone it out. It was great.
After the meeting we went to Home Depot in the nearest suburb (that
would be Irondequoit for Whisper, who knows what I'm talkin' 'bout) to
get some stuff we need. I wanted this really cool umbrella for the
patio that has solar lights underneath.
Mr. Hope parked the car and got out. POH, as usual, had to check the
mirror *blush* and put her shoes back on *double blush*.......
Just as I started to open the door, a car, a big one at that, I think
it's the kind they call a "Jimmy", came out of nowhere and plowed into
the parking spot right next to the one we were in. My door was about
half open and I was starting to put my long leg out onto the pavement.
The "Jimmy" caught the edge of my door and kept going (waaaaay too
fast) forcing the door almost straight back on the car. I couldn't
think. Whaaaaaa? I thought the door was going to come right off the
hinges!
Yikes!
I generally don't yell at strangers. I usually save that for my
children. This so flustered me, and let's be honest, scared the living
daylights out of me, that I just kind of lost it. The guy was already
out of the car looking kind of dazed.
Yeah, well, I'LL show ya dazed...............
"What were you DOING coming barreling in like that?" I said.
He just stood there looking dazed.
Was he ON something? It was 11 in the morning.
I said, "Our car was PARKED! You almost took my door clean off! What were you thinking?"
He said, "I'll pay you for the damage" (At this point I am trying to
close the door and it stops more than a foot from the car. I'm
thinking we'll have to be towed)
I corrected him "Your INSURANCE will pay for the damage" It was at
this point that I looked around to notice that at least three different
men were sitting in their vehicles watching the whole thing. One was
madly scribbling down notes.
He said, "It's my wife's car"
"Then your WIFE'S insurance will pay for the damages." I replied, hands on hips.
He hung his head.
Sheeeeeeeeeeeuuuuuuuuut, I was actually starting to feel sorry for HIM!
I combated that feeling by taking a paper and pen up to one of the
trucks with two men in it and asking them if they would give me their
phone number if I needed them as a witness. They obliged. One of them
winked at me as he handed me the paper. Sheeeeeuuuuuut.
In case you are wondering what Mr. Hope was doing during this
fiasco.........he was madly writing down the license plate and while I
was getting the phone numbers, talking to the guy.
He said he needed to call his wife who was at work. Apparently she is
a big wig with the housing authority in the city. She came
immediately. She apologized profusely. She could not have been
sweeter. The only problem was that she wanted to make it clear that,
for the record, SHE caused the accident, not HIM.
Huh?
I guess he doesn't have a license........or it's suspended........or
something. I don't know the details, but I could have sworn, if she
hadn't kept calling herself his wife, that she was his mother. He just
stood there hanging his head.
How old is he again? 35? 40? I don't know but it sure seemed like he
was the little boy and she was the all loving mother taking care of
her little boy. That's what it seemed like.
We didn't say anything when she said that she was taking the accident
on herself........I should have told her I couldn't lie if the
insurance agent asked me to tell the story. I cannot say "she" when it
was a "he".
To think I actually felt SORRY for this guy standing there hanging his
head next to his expensive car, holding his blackberry in his hand, and
wearing nice clothes, albeit casual. After Mr. Hope got all the
neccesary information we all got in the car.............me in the back
seat since we finally got the door closed but now it wouldn't open.
It was then that I noticed that he was back at the wheel of the Jimmy.....................
but wait a minute........
he doesn't have a license, right?
The rest of this day was spent at the collision shop, on the phone with
insurance people (theirs) and telling our daughter (whose car it is)
what happened to the vehicle that she only has a permit to drive.
Suddenly I don't want her to drive.
At all.
Or any of my other three kids who have permits (yes, you read that
right..............four of our kids have permits right now......see
POH's eyes cross).
Let's just stay home and leave the road.........and the parking lots.....to the crazy people.
I wish I could have posted the pictures, but it's probably better
anyway............no photo can accurately capture the incredulous
craziness of this day.
I heard Texas is it's own country.............if that's true then I'm going international
Today is May 14.
I'm glad my college daughter came home for the summer and changed the wooden perpetual calendar that is on the wall in my bedroom. I think it said December. I was too lazy.............or preoccupied, (by blogging prolly *blush*) ..............all these months to change it.
Well, there's 18 more days till June 1.
On June 1, Mr. Hope and I are going south, baby. Not for good, just till June 9. That's good enough for now!
Randy told me it's tropically hot down there in Texas, but POH will do ANYthing to visit those grandkids.
Yep, for those of you who don't know, POH has a daughter and son-in-law (both born and raised in New York) who have moved, with our two grandchildren *see POH frown* to an area near Houston.
Obviously, I'm not very happy about this new development, but considering that my son-in-law is fluent in German and has expressed interest in living in Germany (they spent two months there the summer after they were married in 1998 and my daughter discovered she liked it too *see POH's eyes cross and her face start to turn beet red*) I am counting my blessings that they have stayed in New York this long and are at least still somewhre in the United States. I'll deal with the rest as it comes up. Interestingly, my only other son-in-law is FROM Texas, but moved up here to live when he married my oldest daughter. We are blessed to have them only a 1/2 hour away from us where we live.
So, hopefully, when we leave on the first, I will remember to bring the camera that I still don't know how to use, and will have my laptop with me so I can log in each day and tell you all about my travels. I'm excited. Can you tell?
This video was made by a kid I knew from youth group a few years ago. He is all grown up and is a music director at a church now, I always told him that God would use him as a 'producer'..........I saw the gift way back then. He didn't want to hear that then, but maybe would agree now that POH was right after all.
I found this by accident on youtube while looking for something else. I was impressed with how well it was done.
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