Showing posts with label driving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label driving. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Shhhhhhhhhh I'm pretending....


I'm pretending it's summer and I'm driving down the highway with my windows down -- radio loud as can be. Playing good ole rock and roll.
I also have no body parts that sag and I am smoking hot. Jackie has nothing on me in her cool red car because mine is shinier and has no ice or snow on it. It also goes faster and no cops can catch me.
Don't shatter my fantasy.

Saturday, August 2, 2008

You Never Know When You're Going To Jump In Someone's Story


I want to preface ( is that the word? ) this story by saying that.... I love people. I love hearing their stories and...I love to spend time people watching - I'm never bored that way. Some people collect precious moments figurines...I like to think I collect "precious moments"


The STORY:

Jenna and I accompanied Rachel to her second driving test. I have to admit I was nervous as heck because I didn't want to have to go through the drama of her NOT getting it. On the way there, a "red bird" flew in front of our car ( Jag's family calls cardinals "RED BIRDS" because that's what his late mother called them. Whenever we see one, we think of Grandma ). I figured it was a very good omen for us to "see" Grandma that am.

Rachel took the test and passed!! WHOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOO!! She was on top of the world. As we stood in line, she was spilling over with excitement, to which I made the comment " Rachel, your excitement is spilling over on the other people in line"

An elderly couple in front of us turned to share their lives with us for a moment. The woman was GORGEOUS. She looked to be in her 60's. Gorgeous skin and just a warmth to her personality. She was the size of my late Grandma Genny ( about 4 ft 9 in if that ) and had the same sweetness. The woman says to Rachel in a strong East coast accent " I flunked the first time!! I didn't drive until after I had three kids and the funny thing is that he ( she jabs her husband ) was in the car business~!"

Now I don't know if these 2 were Jewish or Italian but their accents were right out of a tv sitcom and I adored them immediately.

Mr. Elderly turns and looks at Rachel and says " she's gorgeous!! How old is she??"

"16" I say.

Mr Elderly says " she'll be married in 2 years " 0_0

Mrs. Elderly jabs him and says " nooooooo they go to college now and all that stuff"

I turn to her and say "speaking of gorgeous, you are!! You caught my eye immediately when we got in line "

Mrs says " I'm 85"

Me - "get out!! No way!! What is your secret!?"

Mrs "soap and water - that's all I've ever used "

Folks - she was a beautiful woman - inside and out.

Mr pipes up and says " you know you can get them to pass you on these driving tests if you slip them a 50" ROFL!!!

He then goes on about how beautiful Jenna is.

I tell him " well they look like their Dad "

Those 2 were straight out of WHEN HARRY MET SALLY ( remember at the end of the movie where the older couples share their stories??? )


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I'm sure I didn't do that "precious moment" justice but it was a fun blimp on the radar of life. You never know when life is gonna toss you a party....even in line at the DMV ( btw, those people working there have NO sense of humor ...just sayin! )

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Save me... I want to live!!


That's me in the background with the almost 16 year old driving. Maybe we look alike to you - we like to wear matching shirts and have matching contusions on our skulls 0_0.
I had the "almost 16 year old" drive me up to St. Paul today via a busy-ish hwy. 0_0.
Dear Lord.... I think I ripped off 2 finger nails with the white knuckling I was doing.
On the one hand, she does PRETTY well ....if she was in the over 80 age group that is.
She takes SUPER wide turns and does them rather.....fast. My stomach is somewhere near Snelling Ave in St. Paul.
And on the other hand....well there is no "other hand" - it's just nerve racking and it's every bit as scarey as you can imagine except worse!!
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I don't know if I will survive this.
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On an un-related note... "THE PET" ( as we refer to my SIL ) has moved out. We called her the pet because she reminded us of a cat except she didn't stink and she didn't lick her bits and pieces. She was OUR PET for 8 months. It's with mixed feelings with say good bye to her and wish her the best in her new uber cool house.