Tuesday, June 12, 2007

it's okay, because someday we'll be millionaires and go dumper truck racing and go dumper truck racing

I don't want to spend my life in six lanes of traffic going nowhere.

I'm pretty privileged now and have no cause to complain, but I do remember sleeping on other people's floors in my youth when I had nowhere else to go, or choosing cat food over bread because the cat did not understand having no money for food.

How is that ambulance going to get through anyway?

I hear another siren. I can't even tell which direction it's coming from. I sure would hate to die in a traffic jam because the ambulance couldn't get through.

I need to check how many vacation days I have left. I need to plan my exit strategy. I think by fall, this place can function without me.

Hey fuckhead! This is a playground zone! How about slowing down? Asshole.
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I love our house.
I love my family.
I love the cat who is a big armful of warm vibrating love into which I can bury my head.
I can pick the cat hairs off my face later.

8 comments:

berni said...

Barb, sounds like someone needs a holiday. Or better still, a move to a nice little town where you can walk to work. Hang in there,girl. Or could we switch homes for a few months?

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Not to worry, Berni, everything is cool. Just had a headache when I got home from work is all.

I AM looking forward to that visit to that nice little town this summer though, and more importantly seeing that nice little family of mine!

Switching homes for a few months - not a bad idea at all!

Deb said...

maybe when you win the lottery you can buy a helicopter. Although you won't need to sit in traffic then.

Allison said...

Sorry you had a bad day Barb, traffic never helps , especially when you have a headache.

I'm with Deb on the helicopter :)

Karen said...

I'm banking on the lottery to end my work/commute woes. Have you picked up your 6/49 ticket for the $40 million draw tonight? If not, forget I mentioned it...I need all the help I can get.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I could fly around giving impromptu traffic reports, Deb. That would be liberating, wouldn't it?

Traffic sucks donkey balls, Al. I'm starting to not see the point of all that commuting - bad for the environment, bad for everybody else's commutes, bad for time wasting. Nobody wins.

The winnings are all yours, Karen, as I consider lotteries as a tax on the mathematically challenged (with the exception of yourself of course). Jerry does buy the hospital lottery ticket each year and we have never won so much as a pencil, but it's for a good cause.

Dale said...

I wrote this post didn't I?

Barbara Bruederlin said...

You probably did, Dale. I think most of us who live in cities that are way too big for their own good have written this post at one time or another.