Drive, drive, drive

I’ve been doing quite a bit of driving these past few months.

About 500 miles per week.

It’s starting to bother me because a lot of my time is spent in my truck; a lot of my money is spent on gas.

One thing that disturbs me about all the driving is when the car in front of me decides to spray his windshield while driving 70 miles per hour. My windshield gets sprinkled.

This usually happens once a week while driving early in the morning, facing east.

That is when I realize how stubborn I actually am because I absolutely refuse to turn mine on just because the car ahead of me did and messed up my view.

I imagine the person in the car ahead of me looking in his/her rear view mirror waiting for me to do so and snickering.

I make it a point of not giving in.

"You can’t control me!", is what I scream in my head.

I think I have deep rooted problems.

Well, actually, I know I have deep rooted problems.
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* Happy 70th Birthday QFiL!!!!!*

Update

He's doing well, they took him off of the respirator after 24 hours and he's breathing on his own and out of ICU.

Thanks for all your prayers.

It truly is a miracle how someone can receive another's lungs and just start breathing.

Right now, at this very moment, my brother-in-law is receiving a double lung transplant.

Please keep him and the family in prayer.

Thank you.

I Heart Teenagers

It’s no secret that I have a heart for teenagers.

The teenage years are the greatest in life.

Whenever I see a group of them I have to smile. The angst, the emotions, the sneakiness, the struggles to figuring out the future....it’s all exciting to watch.

Yesterday, my daughter brought over her new boyfriend, Jay, for dinner.

He’s someone I met before and like, but the story he told me about when he was a teenager made me love him all the more.

He had three buddies he palled around with, one had his sights on horror film making and one was interested in creating the type of make up where it looks like you’ve been stabbed or disfigured and such.

Jay’s parents went away one weekend, leaving him, a teenager at the time, home alone.

Jay and his friends having a house all to themselves decided to create a short film in the kitchen. A horror film, of course.

They set up bloody foot prints on the kitchen tile, a bloody noose hanging from the ceiling, and took Polaroid shots of one of the boys lying in a pool of blood looking as if he was beaten to death by the other two.

They left the photos on the kitchen counter and the rest of the mess for that matter, and left the house to go about doing whatever it is teenage boys do.

Jay thought his parents were coming home tomorrow and that he would have a whole day to clean up the mess.

But his parents came home early to an empty house. And were horrified and rightfully shaken up. From the evidence left behind, they thought that Jay and his friend committed murder and fled.

When his dad finally located Jay, it took him a half an hour of pleading and explaining to convince his father that it was all staged and innocent, especially since the ‘victim’ jokingly refused to show his face in order to prove Jay’s innocence.

Teenagers. They really do crack me the heck up.

What's With That?

I'd like to know why after all year of exercising, dieting, staying fit and in shape,
now that it all counts, I'm out of shape, eating poorly and flabby now that it's summer?

And it's not just me.

All my friends seemed to have done the same thing.

Too bad we can't walk around wearing bathingsuits in the winter.

Oh well, I think I'll eat another piece of chocolate.

My View On Gambling

My sister and I were watching morning television yesterday when a commercial came on for a drug to stop Restless Leg Syndrome.

I happen to have RLS, but in a minor way.

When I get tired at night, usually around 8pm, my legs start a jumpin’. It looks as if I’m having a seizure. If I keep my legs confined during this time, my upper torso jerks instead.

It’s really quite a fetching sight.

(Just add that to the list of probable reasons why I haven’t found a husband yet.)

I usually am asleep by 8:30pm on any given night, so the festivities don’t last very long.

At the end of the commercial it claims that one of the side effects of the drug they are marketing may cause an increase urge to gamble.

WHAT?

Did I hear that right? GAMBLING?

You can take a drug that makes you want to gamble?

I’ve never been much of a gambler. In fact, the whole concept of gambling escapes me.

I’ve watched people gamble at casinos. To me, it doesn’t even look like they are having fun.
Once I put $20 into a slot machine and lost it all.

That was over 10 years ago and I still feel like I wasted my hard earned $20.00!

The way I see it is: I work too hard for my money and to throw it away on a slight chance of getting more isn’t worth all of that hard work.

Getting back to the drug - I’m just wondering if I take it will I feel differently about gambling?

It amazes me that a drug can cause an increased urge to gamble.

I WANT TO KNOW HOW!!!!

Is gambling really a disease that can be affected by a drug?

It’s just one of those things rolling around in my head right now and I thought I’d share it with you all.