I was just flipped off by an octogenarian in a Volvo

She even had a yappy little white dog jumping around loose in the cabin.

Here’s what happened:  I was merging (well, trying to) from the left lane into the right to exit off the local highway, had lots of time but there was a lot of traffic too so, I looked, put my signal on, looked again and prepared to merge  There was this little old lady in the right lane (solid line of cars behind her or I would have slowed down to merge after her) and it would seem that she saw my signal and SPED UP! Seriously?

My options were few – #1 stay in the left lane and miss my exit, #2 let her pass and probably miss my exit, or #3  pass her and merge.  I opted for #3 because who wants to miss their exit? Not me.

She started RACING ME!  That bitch was NOT gonna let me in!!!

And what have I done to deserve this? I’m just driving here!

Though I love my Prius, it can be slightly challenged in the “get up and go” department, but I floored it anyway and managed the merge with both her headlights in my review mirror – i.e. with enough space, but I admit, probably just enough and I further admit, I can’t possibly be 100% in the right here.  I could have missed my exit but I really didn’t want to.

She winds up taking the exit behind me and after we exit onto the two lane road (me in the right, her taking two and ending up in the left), she passes me and I look over to see a gnarled old claw slowly rising up into the passenger side window giving me the bird as she casually edges past me.

She could barely see above the wheel!

Which only added to the comedic effect of her being so pissed off.

Man…THAT made me laugh! HARD!  I don’t feel bad hoping she saw that.

Then I found this song…if only she’d had a “Honk if you love Jesus” sticker…would have been PERfect!

 

Fyre Festival: The Rich Girl Island Fest That’s Cooler Than Coachella

Oh yeah…it’s that they’re soon parted.

Fyre Festival Leaves Rich Kids Stranded On An Island With Feral Dogs

Promoted by the #influencer likes of Bella Hadid and Emily Ratajkowski, the “luxury” experience promised VIP accommodations including yachts, private planes, and lush igloo-like tents on the remote island of Fyre Cay. Performers were set to include Major Lazer, Migos, and for some reason, Blink-182, with ticket prices reaching upwards of $12K. But this morning, the wealthy millennial set of festival-goers en route were faced with, TBH, a rather rude awakening.

If their flight out of Miami hadn’t been cancelled already, they ended up in what seemed like a “refugee camp,” covered in rat shit, feral dogs, and garbage. Seriously, oh my god. According to twitter account @fyrefraud, which has been calling out the fest for weeks, those exclusive “eco-friendly, geodesic domes” are actually leftover tents from DISASTER RELIEF SHELTERS. What the hell? As for the “chef-curated culinary pop-ups,” well, they apparently meant literal cheese sandwiches.

$12,000 a ticket…so they can have an actual real world experience, apparently.  Here’s hoping they have the entitlement knocked right out of them.

Can’t breathe…

“The pain I feel now is the happiness I had before. That’s the deal.” C.S. Lewis

I will always love you and I may never recover from losing you, my sweet, sweet Lucy girl.

My comfort is that we were there with you, you were never once alone.  We were holding you and helping you and reassuring you.  We knew for absolute certain that you were not in pain.  You were still a puppy at heart in spite of your 14 years…always up for a game, right up until that awful day when it all fell apart.  Always together, to love and be loved.

You left us gently and peacefully.  Such tenderness and care…surely such a loving and peaceful passing must count for something?

I must have been really, really happy with you because I am completely crushed under the pain of losing you.  Oh…Lucy…my life was forever changed when you came into it and I will take you with me wherever I go for all of my life.  I will see you again.  I cannot believe that a God who is overflowing with love, goodness, and beauty and who is ready to give over everything to those he loves would suddenly stop loving and caring for the creatures he had put into existence with so much care, especially the selfless, loyal, unconditionally loving dog.

Dog – the perfect reflection of God.

Billy Graham once said, “I think God will have prepared everything for our perfect happiness. If it takes my dog being there (in Heaven), I believe he’ll be there.”

Do Dogs Go to Heaven? A Christian Perspective

Yes, Lucy…you and I will see each other again. Until then, thank you.  Thank you for loving us so sweetly and so completely.  You were never “just a dog” to us. You are and always will be the best part of our family, a much loved and agonizingly missed person who touched all of us so deeply.  I’m proud to wear your paw prints on my heart.

Rest easy, dear Lucy…until we meet again, because then we’ll being playing an epic game of ball and then neither of us will be resting!  Just running and laughing and playing…

 

Movie Theater Ettiquette

So, Mr. Blu and I went to the theater a couple of weeks ago to see “Deadpool” (<—pretty durn funny, btw).

We walked in with our popcorn and drinks to find a good spot just as the pre-movie commercials (*gag*) started to roll.  This is, of course prior to the previews so, we’re actually a good 20 minutes early and we see that our favorite seats are open right in the aisle front by the  railing (perfect for put our feet up – lots of leg room too).

However, there is a couple sitting in the middle of the row and the woman…the woman is sprawled out across three seats, WITH HER SHOES OFF.

(Now, you may be asking, “but, weren’t you planning on putting your feet up too?”  And to that I answer, yes, but with my shoes on and out in front of me on the railing like normal people do.  It is accepted practice in my theater.  This sprawling across the seats without shoes thing is most definitely NOT!)

Since we’re interested in the seats right next to these people and because I admit, I’m feeling petty, we head for those seats and make to sit down next to her.  She had the nerve to be put out about putting her shoes back on and having to sit up – you know, like a proper theater goer.

Then, Mr. Blu sits down right next to her.

Then about 30 seconds later, these two get up and move down two more seats…where she PROCEEDS TO TAKE OFF HER SHOES AGAIN AND SPRAWL OUT AGAIN!

I guess that should have been expected.  One cannot deter entitlement of this magnitude without some push-back.  Seriously though…I have never even heard of someone behaving this way in a theater and I’ve certainly never seen it.

Mr. Blu was, of course, pissed but determined not to move.  So, I merely told him to hang tight and got up to find a manager.

The looks on the staff’s faces when I told them…LMAO!

I told them all the details and the said they’d be taking care of it.

Sure enough, a few minutes after I got back to my seat, I see 3 staff members + the manager stroll in.  I tap Mr. Blu on the shoulder and say, “You’ll wanna watch this,” pointing to where they came in.  We watch as one of the staff takes a casual lap across the front aisle and then walks directly in front of us – and the shoe-less, sprawling offender (who wasn’t phased by any of this, btw – totally clueless!). She then walks back to the manager and points the offender out who was, actually, quite easy to spot due to her taking up more than one seat.

The manager then walks over to her and gives her “the talk”, waits while she puts her shoes back on and sits up correctly.

Felt good to take their entitlement away.  Truly…

…because, WHO DOES THAT to begin with?!?  Seriously?

It is a new day.

It’s been almost 3 years to the day since my last post.  O_O  That means it’s time to come back to life here.

A lot has happened over the last several years, big changes, kids growing up, getting back on our feet after that horrendous financial implosion back in 2008 (so many were hit by that).  Life finally feels unstuck.  I even got a new (to me) car and you’ll laugh, it’s a Prius.  It’s AWESOME!  TARDIS blue with all the bells and whistles, it is my dog-mobile, all around to-and-fromer that is taking me and Mr. Blu and my Lucy all over Oregon – ’cause one daughter is in college and the other is headed there this fall…both are in northern Oregon and that means lots of road time. :)  Whenever anyone gives me crap about driving a Prius, I just smile and say, “49.5mpg, baby!”  Laughing, all the way to the bank.

See ya soon.

The reason I haven’t been posting

Not as exciting as I would hope, it’s just that nothing has really changed or happened recently.  Totally underwhelming, I know.  Oh well.

Haiku: Dog Love

“How do I love thee?

The ways are numberless as

my hairs on your rug.”

~Anonymous

Cooking with Mr. Blu

Wherein he does the cooking…

…and I drink the wine.

My wonderful husband is, for lack of better terminology, a hobby chef.  This means I weigh at least 1 1/2 stone more than I should.  I like talking about body weight in terms of “stones” because it doesn’t seem as much as “pounds”, makes me feel a little less guilty about going in for that 2nd slice of cake.  ;)

Tonight he’s creating something with chicken and Italian spices. These photos are actually from last night and that chicken right there has been marinating ever since.  I love it when he creates.  I will probably never lose this weight though, lol.

ETA 11JAN2013:  The incredibly delicious results….nom~nom~nom!

*sigh*…appended

September 10, 2010.  Seems like a lifetime ago, not just two years (you might notice the huge post gaps since then).  That’s when everything caved in on me.  That’s when I posted my sad, pathetic little “woe is me” post.

Well, a lot has happened since then…some good, some bad, and though things haven’t really improved, one important thing did change.

I have gone from looking at my world like this:

to looking at it like this:

Same place, different perspective. :)

“When it rains it pours. Maybe the art of life is to convert tough times to great experiences:
we can choose to hate the rain or dance in it.”  ― Joan Marques

Oregon Car Wash.

Here comes the rain…again.