- Bus drivers suck ass! Okay, so not all of them, but seriously, the bus I was on today was driven by a portly chunk of human being who must have been driving with someone else's feet. Or so it felt as he constantly accelerated fast, then let off the gas. Repeat. The bus swayed back and forth so much I almost puked.
- It's possible to get slightly intoxicated from the alcohol fumes seeping through the pores of the old man in front of you. At 1 in the afternoon, nonetheless. Hey, it's 5 o'clock somewhere right?!
- I have time to read a book:) (unless I'm on the verge of yacking up my lunch).
- Teenagers are effin' annoying! The route I ride stops at Tucson High and picks up a gaggle of these loud, obnoxious, trendy, horndogs. I don't remember being like that. Was I?
- The bus is the perfect venue for one of my fave pastimes--people watching. Aside from the airport, the city bus has to be one of the best places to admire, cringe & laugh at the most interesting of human creatures. I <3 it!
- Not paying for gas is pretty sweet!
- Your friends will think you're crazy for walking 5 miles instead of calling for a ride, because you just feel like walking.
- The phalanges and tarsals are good for more than just looking good with sparkly nail polish, snuggled into cute sandals. Feet--they're meant for walking.
- Aside from being slightly inconvenient at times, life goes on without a car. Gasp!
- You notice things you would normally never see when you whiz by in a car. I've seen a bright pink house, a lady help a man (who looked as though he was on the verge of death) smoke a cig, a bicyclist bust her face open & a vagina tree. That's right--apparently they grow on trees:)
Apr 26, 2010
Apr 20, 2010
When nature calls, I normally have no problem answering. Even when I have to use a public restroom. I'm not one to play the game of being coy and pretending I don't shit. Yes, I am a woman. No, I do not magically digest my food in some super-human way where it dissipates from my body without gracing the depths of my bowels. Anyone who can really do this please let me in on your secret because not having to go to the bathroom would be really sweet!
I know some people that can barely go pee, let alone drop a deuce, in a public bathroom unless it's spic and span. I, on the other hand have no qualms whatsoever with going pee--whether it be a toilet, clean or dirty, or outside. I'm not some freak that enjoys people watching me, but if I have to go, I HAVE TO GO! I'll take the slight chance of splashing a little on my foot as I'm popping a squat as opposed to holding it in agonizing pain until a suitable porcelain feature can catch my flow.
Going No. 2 though is a different story. Happily, I've never had to do THE Do outdoors. To my recollection. If I have, I've erased that from my memory bank. I tend to have a sick & twisted sense of humor at times and rarely get offended. However, I don't do shit jokes. It's not funny to me, I don't want to see anyone going, I don't want to smell it and I really don't want to hear it! Peeing--I don't care if a friend is in the bathroom with me or if the door is open. Shitting--I don't want anyone within a 5 foot radius of the door. And if there's no fan to block out noise? I slightly panic. I've been known to turn on the faucet to drown out possible sounds. Not like anyone is sitting outside with their ears pressed to the door to listen to me drop the kids off at the pool. But you never know;) So, you can imagine how I felt when I was at school and had to go. "Hmmm...it's during class so there shouldn't be a bunch of people in there, I can go real quick and be on my way" was what the voice inside my head said. So being true to myself and going because I have to, even though I may not want to, I headed for the stalls in hopes that I'd have a few minutes of alone time. WRONG! I swear I must have picked the busiest damn bathroom on campus. These broads were coming in and out so often I was beginning to think I may be holding up some line that had recently formed. Then one girl came in. Then silence. It was just her and I, sitting there, waiting for a toilet to flush or someone to cough or a couple people to come in and talk & create a diversion. Silence. "Fuck! I just want to get this over with already. Why is there no music in the bathroom? What kind of place is this?" So I do what any normal woman would do--I flush and go as it's flushing. I'm sure it's blatantly obvious I'm droppin' bombs when I'm constantly flushing, BUT. I. DON'T. CARE! Relieved that I was finally relieved, I was washing my hands and said woman came out of her stall, smiled and commented on my shoes. At least she had a focal point to take her mind off the awkwardness.
Apr 16, 2010
is what I've looked like all freakin' day! Even though I'm enjoying the beautiful bounty of flowers & blooming things the desert is showing off, I'm not enjoying the allergies that come with them. I'm allergic to Arizona! Seriously. I've had an allergy test done and almost every tree, grass and plant that grows here tickles my nose and scratches my eyes. It's so unfortunate because I absolutely love it here. I'll take the allergies dammit. Today has been by far the worst day. As the histamine pummels through my system I try to ignore my body being invaded from the outside-in. You see, I don't like to take medicine unless absolutely necessary. I don't get sick very often and when I get the sniffles I just deal with them, drink lots of H2O, maybe drink some Immune Boost tea and hope for the best. This usually works. The only sickness I usually suffer from is the occasional hangover & being that it's self-inflicted I suppose I can't really count that. Stupid wine! But now I feel as though the meak & easily ignorable allergy is morphing into some monstrous cold. Boo! Looks like I'm gonna have to kick this cold in the ass the "normal" way and take some drugs. I have a lot of homework, a 4.2 mile run tomorrow--Pat's Run, (which will most likely be me walking fast and almost passing out when I attempt to jog), a visit with the family and studying. I can't keep having people stare at me while I have this shit shoved up my nose. By the way, it's making my nose appear to be very, very bulbous, which it is NOT! The constant changing of my "plugs" is wearing down our TP supply and they don't seem to be helping. Ugh...they're saturated and the ooze is fastly approaching my top lip.
Apr 14, 2010
My car broke down recently. The beast. It may have to be put out of its misery. It's been in the shop for a few weeks, initially suffering from a mysterious ailment, with a recent discovery that it may be a pricey fix (for our budget at least). We have a long history, the beast & I. After all, it's the 1st and only car I've ever owned. I bought it in 2000. It has been very kind to me, taking me across numerous countries. After all, I had this car when I lived in Phoenix, Guam, Germany, Spain and now Tucson. It has seen more of this earth than most people. The beast has been neglected and abused by many, not just me. The following are highlights from its adventurous and arduous existance:
- had its door mangled (& replaced) due to an attempted & failed break-in
- took many, MANY Phoenix-->Vegas trips
- survived a typhoon in Guam
- broken window in Guam (I had to cover the window with plastic wrap, so I was able to see while driving, for a good month before a replacement arrived on island!)
- a friend (Staci!) drove it into a post sticking out of the ground (she was the D.D.!)--this was the 1st of many "scars" to come
- survived a cross-the-globe transit from Guam to Germany (oh how I wished the ship would capsize so I could cash in on the insurance)
- drove everywhere in western Europe, on the Autobahn, at max speed of 120mph, consistently
- a friend (k-nuts) drove it into a sign on the road (D.D. again! Geez what's wrong with these people!)
- This ripped a huge hole in the rear bumper. When we went to repair it, he put on bondo, we started talking & when he went to smooth it out, it had completely hardened. I planned on sanding it down but never did. So now it looks like a HUGE wad of bubblegum is stuck on the bumper.
- in Guam, electric workers drove away forgetting to disconnect lines from the truck to the electric pole. when the tension caused the thick metal wire to snap, it recoiled AROUND. THE. BEAST, missing all cars near it, scratching every surface of mine
- has slid through snow, up & over curbs and medians
- a weasel in Germany got under the hood & ate through one of the spark plug wires
- drove me (with a little help from yours truly of course), all my belongings & 2 cats from Germany to Spain (almost 1400 miles)
- had a few bouts with minor fender benders, adding more character to its rough exterior
- has had belts changed once, couple of tire changes, new radiator, couple of tuneups, the occassional oil & air filter changers and all around has been an easy to maintain car, especially considering my neglect
- has seen numerous occasions of being slept in, being puked in & on, and many a midnight rendezvous
- has witnessed me cry over failed relationships, felt the brunt of my fist on the steering wheel and heard the laughter that resonates louder than any song I've blasted through its speakers