I like bullet points

Here is a quick bullet point summary of the last few weeks:

  • Working lots of overtime (which I don’t get paid for because I’m on stinkin’ SALARY)
  • Lamest Easter ever
  • Athol River Rat Race (my friend got 2nd place out of 272 canoes! Also, the linked site is one of the worst designed websites I’ve ever seen…cringe-worthy)
  • Lost 5 more lbs (down 30 since last June!)
  • NeedtoBreathe at the House of Blues in Boston
  • Co-worker had her baby 6 weeks early (5lb 4oz Jaxson Harley is doing great! So is mama)
  • Results of this was even more overtime and more craziness at work to prepare for…
  • …our program in Chicago! (Wednesday, Thursday, Friday) – I ate a ridiculously awesome Chicago Deep Dish pizza. Well, I ate two pieces of it.
  • Wedding shower on Saturday
  • Made some Rice Krispie Peanut Butter Balls for housechurch (recipe to come)
  • Slept through housechurch on Sunday

Which brings me to a quick bullet point summary of what’s to come:

  • Seeing a good friend on Thursday whom I haven’t seen in a long while (he is in the Air Force and is in the midst of transferring from Alaska to Hawaii…I know, shock to the system for sure!)
  • Taking the day off Friday to drive down to Maryland to see another friend whom I haven’t seen since his wedding last year
  • During said trip to Maryland, I will be seeing the new Avengers movie (eeeeeeeeek!….or, more like geeeeeeeeeeek!)
  • On the drive back, I have marked off two locations of one of my favorite stores in towns I will be passing straight through. Sounds lame, but I am excited because the closest one to me is over an hour away at Mohegan Sun, and I will finally be able to pick up some stuff I need (and want)

That’s all for now! 🙂

I hope that was a REALLY good book

I let my road rage get the best of me this morning. A pet peeve of mine is when people use the left lane on the pike for travel instead of passing. Unless you are passing someone, don’t use the left lane to cruise at 60-70mph. Especially if you are cruising right alongside someone in the right lane, but not passing them, holding up traffic.

That’s what happened this morning.

I wouldn’t call myself a lead-foot, but I typically hit the cruise control at 70-75mph. So I was going along, on my way to work, and I come up behind a Subaru SUV in the left lane. I can’t pass her on the right (I hate to say this, but 9 times out of 10, it’s a woman) because there’s a tractor trailer. Both the truck and the Subaru are going about 60mph. I get stuck behind her, growing more and more annoyed, so I lightly honk my horn at her to try and get her moving so I can at least pass her. I wasn’t sure if she would even hear me, but I guess she did because she sped up to about 80. About a mile down the road, she slows down to 60 again and every so often her car drifts to one side of the other until she violently jerks it back into place.

Now at this point, despite it being 9 in the morning, I’m convinced she must still be drunk from last night or something. She’s still traveling in the left lane (slowly), but this time there is no one in the right, so I move over and pass her. And of course, I have to glance over at her to see exactly who is causing me so much frustration in the morning.

She was reading a book.

Seriously. She had it open, propped up against the steering wheel, and every 4 or 5 seconds she would glance up at the road to make sure she wasn’t about to careen into anything.

It’s a $100 fine here in Massachusetts if you get caught texting a driving. I figure an average text is about 50 characters. So this woman should get fined about $7.5 million, right?


I hope it was a really good book. I’ll be so pissed if she was reading Twilight.

Yeah, I did. Again.

For the umpteenth time, I’ve started a blog!

You’d think by now, I’d have accepted the fact that I am the world’s worst blogger. But I haven’t, and for now, I’ll happily sit here in complete denial.

Love to all,

Danielle

p.s. I drew you a picture, because I’m an artist and that’s what we do.

My artistic interpretation of my love for you