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Need to vent about something? Go for it!

-- Becky (, September 28, 2000


I'm wasting too much time! The year is slipping by, I'll soon be 61 and I have wasted day after day it seems! I want to draw, I don't. I want to finish a book, I don't. I do dishes, I don't want to...:-) Chattering

-- Bonnie (, September 29, 2000.

What's driving me crazy? trying to code html url. Chattering
Somebody click on it I worked hard. lol

-- Bonnie (, September 29, 2000.

Yes mam I am indeed angry at this coding junk! The other one didn't work. Glad someone is in here on the board. lol Chattering

-- Bonnie (, September 29, 2000.

Well Becky Ms. Stupid's sister was driving her old car beside us during drive time on the loop. 3 lanes with oncoming access ramp traffic.

Wil said look at that! She had both hands up in her hair fiddling with her short scrungy pony tail!

I have never learned to drive with my knees, don't intend on starting too either. Only one thing worse around here-- cell phones!

Little Bit

-- Bonnie (, September 30, 2000.

One of my driving experiences occurred when I was getting ready to take a trip to Bermuda to see my son. My trip - getting ready for that was an adventure in itself! What's the old expression: "You look like you've been hit by a bus" or something like that. Well, in my case it was true. In order for me to leave town for a week, I needed to have a week's work done ahead on my "almost full-time job" and make arrangements for someone to cover for me on my three part-time jobs, write next week's column (which by the way, didn't get done) and do the bi- weekly bulletin for an organization I belong to. Of course I did have to pack, do something with my hair and the various other things one does when leaving on a trip. I got my hair set and drove up to the intersection of Third & Pitt, pulling up beside a city bus. When the light changed I waited for the bus which was turning. Unfortunately, he hadn't looked and hadn't seen me pull up and made a very sharp turn which really did a number on my front bumper and dragged me almost 4 feet. The bus driver jumped out and started screaming at me for hitting him. I asked him why there were sideways skid marks beside my van if I had hit him.When the police arrived, my insurance paper in the glove compartment was unreadable because it had been soaked with WD-40, the officer informed me that my registration had expired (not true - but that's another story) and that the accident was really no one's fault so I "could claim it on my insurance " if I "really thought the '84 van was worth fixing." That tied up over an hour of time I didn't have to spare. I wondered, if the bus driver had not been a city employee, would the accident have been his fault then. That was the fourth accident I've had in over 40 years of driving. In two of the others I was rear ended sitting at a stop light. Once by a policeman. The other accident I skidded on wet roads and cut of a telephone pole.

-- Wilma (, September 30, 2000.

Two things make me crazy, and both happen more frequently than I care to go into detail about.

One is a person or group who try to insist that I believe their way -- or else. Or else I will go to hell, or that my thoughts will destroy our country or some other damn dire thing. Like Popeye, "I yam what I yam and that's all I yam !"

The other is the crazy making thing are the numberless drivers here who do the unbelievable things that sometimes kill people -- and would oftener if the rest of us weren't defensively driving. Discourtesy I can just say under my breath, "You dirty, lousy, no good S.O.B." But things like turning from the high speed center lane across four lanes of speed limit traffic to get to an off ramp -- no signals and it is by the grace of God and wary drivers there aren't more fatalities. I do not believe in, "road rage killings," but a good pop in the nose by an infuriated woman driver to some slob who almost wrecked her would be a laughable, laudable and happy making thing. Or, like the Quaker lady who was being yelled at by a truck driver in rush hour traffic said out of her car window words like, "I don't believe in fighting, but when thee gets home I hope thy mother runs from under the bed and bites thee !"

-- Denver doug (, October 01, 2000.

Parents. From the beginning to your own end. I know it's their job to make you crazy, but either they're making you crazy because they're still with you, or they're making you crazy because they aren't.

-- Wendy (, October 05, 2000.

Getting into It is a joke! It is almost impossible to get in there. Once there it takes forever to do what you want to do. That's why I came to Diaryland. Move much more quickly. hope1948

-- Vicki (, October 08, 2000.

rant... OK here's one... ICE CREAM TRUCKS AND THEIR SAME OLD TUNES! And do they turn it off while they sit in front of your house... ha!

There is a new one here that is real funny this year, problem is after hearing it daily it isn't going to be funny.


-- bonnie (, March 01, 2001.

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