fretfall's Blog

I have come to the realization that my car is a purse. One giant sized purse. Or a toy box. Or a black hole.

I opened the door to retrieve cat litter I had in the back cargo. I then spotted a flannel jacket. And a boy's shirt. And toys...lots and lots of toys.

So maybe my car isn't a purse, but a toy box and closet.

After I dropped the cat litter in the house, I went back to the car. I pulled out 2 large bags full of toys. Toys that my son brought from home to play with at Grandma's house on Thanksgiving. THANKSGIVING!!! On the floorboard was my son's toy from Christmas. I think he forgot he had that new toy until yesterday.

I also came across 2 flannel jackets, 1 boy's shirt and a towel. So maybe my car is a closet.

Upon further excavation of my car, I found many ancient artifacts...little coins that we know of as money. Lots and lots of little coins! So maybe my car is a bank or one giant piggybank.

I usually keep it clean, but sometimes I find myself hurried and harried. Things get thrown back there and forgotten. Like a black hole. To be sucked into the back seats never to be found again until an accidental glance notices them.

Cars...more than vehicles, they can make very nice storage too!

I come across some interesting stuff on this highway called the internet. Came across this site and was wondering what ya'll thought about it. Testing a link...if it doesnt work, go to: http://www.platewire.com/

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I'll give my 0.02 cents. One, I think it's such a huge invasion of privacy. We all get ticked off on the roads. But would any of you take it farther than just being ticked? Would you go to these extremes? OTOH, do you think having a public avenue on the internet is a good way to go to vent your frustrations at the guy who cut you off? Or the girl who didn't use her turning signal? I don't think this site is safe. I think it is meant to do more harm than good. With all the wackos we have to live with on our planet, do we really need ANOTHER avenue to set them off? And possible endanger our safety and lives? What do YOU think?

To the NIMROD in the light gray Chevy Tahoe, you need to get off the road before you KILL somebody. A man like yourself, filled with so much rage, needs to take anger management classes and get the h*ll off the roads.

Husband is driving through the parking garage at methodist hospital. He's going at a normal speed, kinda slow, like whan you are looking for a parking spot.

Mr. Big Balls behind us is squealing his tires and getting literally 2 inches from our bumper. I can see the man is absolutley angry. Pissed off.

We reach the roof of the lot and husband pulls into a spot, slowly, well to agitate him. I would have done the same thing. Husband has the car pulled halfway in with the rear sticking out. Mr. Impatient steps on his gas and narrowly missed hitting us. He parks across the way and we get out of our car. We meet at the elevator. I don't care how many tattoos you have, I don't care how menacing or mean or muscular you are, you don't intimidate me. We all step in the elevator and he is just so sweet to the elderly people that get in. I stared at him the whole time, glared at him. LEARN TO BE PATIENT Mr. Chevy Tahoe.

Sure, we shouldn't have aggravated him, but he started this crap first. He should learn to be patient of get off the road. I can totally see him shooting someone or injuring someone because HE was impatient. What an a$$.

...after my morning walk and going to the store. I bought a new purse a couple of weeks ago. I like my purses small. But I had to buy a larger purse, not big like a tote, but a little smaller than a tote.

I get into my car and put my purse on the center console like I usually do. I start the car and put my sunglasses on. As I put the car in drive, I hear a KATHUNK noise. I stop and look back and see nothing. So I hear it again and pause and I see in my rear view mirror that my rear wiper is on. Ok no biggie right? I try to turn it off where the front wipers get turned on at. Nope, that just made the front wipers come on. So I decide to leave the parking lot and the whole way home at 10 second intervals, the wiper kept going on. At the stoplights, I tried looking for the button, SOMETHING, to turn it off. I feel like an idiot because honest to goodness, I could NOT find that stupid button!

I get home and put the car in park. I look very carefully and slowly and see that the rear wiper button is in the middle above the stereo. In my other car, it was near the front wiper button. In my futile attempt, I thought that was where the button was in this car.

I finally find the button and smack myself on the forehead. My purse hit the button when I got in the car at the store.

Yeesh, I feel so dumb, but at least not as dumb when I asked my husband where the headlight button was @@.

So earlier in the week, DH (dear husband) and I had to go to DallA$$ for a biopsy for him. He drove there. No problems right? Right.

I have very little to no freeway driving experience. Freeways terrify me. I knew I had to drive him home after his procedure. No problem. I had it all mapped out in my head...where to exit, what lanes to stay in etc. We get on the freeway and right off the friggin bat, I miss the first exit. So he tells me to take the next exit. We end up in downtown DallA$$. From there, I navigate my way to 635E. Though it took longer, there really were no problems. Until...

we start approaching the High Five. Driving up the highest part of the H5, was the most terrifying thing I think I have ever experienced. The whole way up I kept saying "OH BLEEP OH BLEEP!!!" My husband kept telling me not to look at anthing else but the road and to slow down. We reach the top and then I see the incline. Good grief!!! Only that part was kinda fun lol. Going down was a blast. I just was not comfortable going up and then being at the top. SCARY!!!

My mom said if I could survive 635E, then I an survive anything. I guess lol.

Needless to say, my hands hurt so bad when we got home. I white knuckled it the entire way. I thanked God for getting us home safely...whew!