Tell It To Me Tuesday...

I'm linking up with CMae for her first edition!

I drive 22 miles to work every day. 16 of those miles are straight down one two lane semi-rural road that is under construction.  School buses are my vice...or the kids travelling on them are anyway.

You see, when I was a kid, things weren't all about kids.  We weren't treated badly, but we were expected to be considerate.  Now, kids aren't as a general rule...we're told to cater to them so we won't ruin their childhood or some bull$#!^.  When I road the bus, if we were not sitting at the bus stop in line when the bus got there, they left us.  End of story.

Back to my issue...the school bus stops on this road probably 7-8 times on this stretch of road...and that's just ONE of the many buses that travel here.  But each time, the stop sign comes out, the red lights turn on, and we wait...literally 5 minutes for these kids to get out of their parents cars and mosey on over to the bus.  Really?! Backing up traffic on this entire road.  If they're going to allow kids to do this...make them pull over.

Let me preface this by saying I am not a slow driver.  I've had plenty of tickets in my day.  I'm not a horrible, break the law speeder, but I do carry a 5+ mph buffer when I'm on the highway.  I do not, however, speed whenever construction workers are present.  As mentioned before, those 16 miles that are under construction on my daily commute...most of the way there are men and women out there working.  I'm actually friends with the construction crew on that road, since I also work in a different division of the construction industry.  All of these people have families who love them.  I will not endanger them for your benefit...so stop riding my ass!  I'm not going to go any faster...and you're just going to sit behind me on this two lane road ALLLLL the way.  No, I won't be nice and speed up now either when we're out of the worker's way since you've been rude and unsafe this entire trip.  K Thanks.

People who wear too much cologne or perfume anywhere, but especially at the gym.

Yesterday, as I was running at the gym, I suddenly felt nausea overtake me instantly.  Stupid too much cologne guy decided to post up next to me on the treadmill.  I understand you probably don't want to be smelly...I don't want you to be smelly either, but deodorant does just fine for that.

Anonymous or mean-spirited bloggers.

So, today I was reading one of my favorite blogs and I saw that someone had left a mean comment for no reason.  Her blog is light hearted and funny and she pokes fun at herself and other things going on in life.  So instead of just letting go the topic this commenter did not like, mean-commenter slammed and then insulted the author of the blog instead of just choosing to click the little 'x' in the corner.  I think we all blog because it's a good outlet, a place to talk to others and make friends.  Most of us are here to build each other up.  If you don't like what someone's opinion is, or a comment they make, you can choose to just not read their writings anymore...let it go...it's your choice what you let into your mind and if you find something offensive...go elsewhere.

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Onto other news...

I did succeed in hitting 10 miles on the treadmill last night.  'The Sound of Music' made it all better...seriously. It was a great run.  I always find it interesting to run for at least 6 miles in the evening at the gym...it's excellent for people watching.  Lots of rotations of people to see.

Say a little prayer for my grandma.  She fell yesterday and broke her arm and is waiting to hear what's next. :(

Also, in not so happy news, Chicken Little, the turtle, died.  I came into my office this morning the poor little guy was upside down.  I thought he was getting better but acted funny yesterday.  We had a little send off into the creek behind the office in a little open casket.  Yes, I get attached to all pets...

I'm pretty much ready for this week to be over.  I woke up thinking it was Wednesday, only to be disappointed and I haven't quite gotten over it yet.  Hurry Friday!