Things You Don't Know About Me. Extended

-The first Spanish words I learned were when my mom, step-dad, and myself were driving around Bakersfield listening to "Feliz Navidad"

-I love watching videos of squirrels trying to get into bird feeders. I hate those mother flipping rodents and receive great joy from seeing them falling off a bird feeder to the cold, hard ground.

-I love animals. Yet, I hate PETA. Screw those guys.

How to Excel in Pop Music.

Step 1: Have a song that is catchy.
Step 2: Have a pretty face.
Step 3: profit.

Road Rage GRRRRRRR!

I have what some people would call "road rage". I like to refer to it as "common decency and respect for human life", but you know,I'm crazy like that.
If you are in a car and I am in a separate car and we are approaching an intersection in conflicting directions, and you get there first, by all means, take your turn, goddammit.
If I am backing out of a space and you are approaching from any direction I will stop and let you pass. Please don't flash your brights at me because then I will hate you and complain about you on my blog, and to my husband.
If you are approaching a stop sign, please do so in a manner that traffic that is not required to stop is assured that you will stop, i.e. not speeding up the stop sign/ edging forwards from a stopped position while cross traffic is approaching.
If I am going 5 MPH over the speed limit or more, and you tailgate me, I will not speed up. I will slow down to exactly the speed limit, flip my rear view mirror so I can't see you and turn the music up. It's called passive aggressiveness, and I excel at it. Just ask H-man.
I suppose, bottom line, that people should not behave with their cars in a manner that they would not behave with themselves in polite society.

Oh and How I Count the Ways

He plays guitar. I wake up some nights and he's gone from the bed, but I hear guitar music from across the house, in the empty room at the end of the hall , and I know he's there.
The next day, that song is in our heads and we sing it back and forth to each other.

Eat, Pray, Blah.

I first heard about Eat Pray Love from my sis in law, the classiest lady I have ever known. She loved the book, the movie, and then introduced me to the soundtrack, which to I listened, hummed, loved. Then my Mamma came to visit across the ocean and gave me the Eat Pray Love book. It sits on top of my eternally cool toilet tank. I catch snippets from it then and there and can officially say: "I see why people love this book, but it's a bit too cutesy for my taste."
That's all I have to say about this book, but thank you for trying.

Jewel Box

You could give anything in the world: lamb ribs, red wine, a beach in New Zealand, a year abroad; however, I would never, in a trillion years, take it in exchange for a rainy day, cuddling in bed with my husband and baby boy watching movies. There is nothing that compares to that. Nothing.

I Told You So

Have you ever had a moment where you want to say to someone,"I knew this was going to happen" or, in similar context "I told you so"?. If you are married or in a long term relationship, especially with a man, than I'm sure this rings familiar.
I love my husband. We have a very strong bond that neither time or anti-glue agent could disband. But, forgive him, he is a boy, and sometimes he is unaware of dangers and concerns that only a highly neurotic new mother is aware of. Case in point: The Truck.
We bought the Truck a few months ago and despite a mechanic's assurance that the Truck was in excellent health, last week we had to replace the head gaskets, which costs a few thousand dollars, shitty, to be modest.
Today we tried to take the truck up the mountain to visit a very beautiful place where H-Man works and where he wanted very much to show his wife the aforementioned beauty. I thought, and gently suggested that perhaps, since we just got the head gaskets replaced, that maybe we shouldn't drive the truck into the wilderness, perhaps we should drive it around our neighborhood and see what happens.
I don't think I need to narrate what transpired.