F*** you, you piece of S#@t!!!

Yeah, that was me before I taught myself to drive one car at a time. I had the loudest, most used horn, and my middle finger was on alert as soon as I started the car (even before I left the driveway, you never know). One of my favorite driving skills was to slam on the brakes if someone was tailgating, wow, that was fun. What else, let's see, dirty looks were the least of my repertoire, and screaming ugly words was an art for me.
One day I had an Oprah light bulb moment: nobody really did anything differently. I had no control over other drivers. I was all in a rage & my blood pressure was up, and okay, maybe I got a few reactions, but mostly other people still drove like morons (never me, I am a good driver!).
So I changed, became a mellow zen-like driver. Cut me off, no problem. Drive 20 mile under the speed limit, yeah, I'll tag along or pass when it's safe. Ride on my bumper, here, let me pull over so you can pass me.
Strange but true.
I sometimes, just for the memories, toot my horn, and once or twice I've raised my middle finger in a friendly salute. Generally, me & my beetle just toodle along nice as can be.
What about you? What kind of a driver would you say/write that you are?
Happy days.

Next question:

What is sadder than a blog without comments?
Not much.
I'll have to come up with a question that you can't refuse.
I'm thinking.......

FACEBOOK

What about Facebook?
Are you on or not?
Why? or Why not?
I'm on because I have younger co-workers who live by it and so I wanted to see what it was about.
I still don't know.
Happy days.

Tipping

Whenever I am with others and have bad service at a restaurant, I get into this tussle with some people: do you or don't tip something even if the service stinks (with or without any apology or explanation from the server)?
Tipwise, how do you handle bad service?

Roadkill stories

I was going to put a picture of real roadkilled animal, but thought that might be too gross and the blog would smell bad. So I just put up this warning sign instead.
It's not a local (to me) sign, there are no camels crossing streets in North Beach, Maryland. The days when I might have thought I saw a camel crossing the street are long gone.
So the question, that's what I should write now.
The questions is: why, when everyone who knows me even slightly, knows I love animals, why do these same people feel the need to tell me about the dog they saw get hit by a car this morning? or the turtle, especially near & dear to my heart? or the squirrel?
Second question, does this happen to you?
Third question, how do you handle it?
Happy days,
Joanie

Me and Fuzz-Marie in color color and color.

What color would you be if you could be any color?

I got this here.

I have fallen, I may be a silly goose and a w____!

Well, I've been thinking about my posting (below), and about a very funny, laugh-out-loud comment that my favorite artist Mimilove left for me under the "50 things" posting (below the below posting). Hmmm, it was funny, but was there a sting to it? Could be or maybe not. In any case, I went to my favorite artist's blog to visit and while there, I left a sincere comment and a comment where I tested the whorish waters. I still don't like this way of expressing extreme liking of/addiction to/fondness for something, but different strokes for different folks.

I may have been a bit judgemental and/or ranting about terms individuals choose to use, and I apologize.

The good news is: I had fun and I learned to perhaps re-read before posting.

Thank every single one of you who post a comment.

The interaction of us is one of my favorite things about blogging.

p.s. the picture of the goose above is not me, but one of a pair of geese (that I call Mattie & Henry) who just became parents of 5 goslings yesterday.