Commuter Chronicles

I drive 14.2 miles to and from work . Yes, it takes 30 minutes. Yes, I am very tired of it, thank you.

Lately I've been taking side roads to avoid the nightmare that is the 101 in rush hour.

Here are some of my thoughts from today's drive home:

In the Scottsdale portion of the drive, there are lots of runners. And teenagers riding beach cruisers. And old people walking dogs. Somehow it always makes me feel like I'm missing out on this wondrous time, 6 o'clock. The time when people are home from work but its still light out (what's that like?) so they venture outside. I never cease to be jealous of these people.

At about this point in my journey I pass one of the dozen man-made lakes I see daily and think, just like I thought yesterday and every time before that, I should really bring my camera and take some photos of this lake. With the tall grass. And the pretty trees.

Then I pass one of those signs that tell you how fast you're driving and it flashes angrily 52 !!!

Whoa Leanne, slow down you're 7 miles over speed limit here.

There's a place called Eye Care Animal Hospital on the right. Really?

Oh hey Macayos billboard, you look just as delicious today as the first time I saw you. Yes, it is dinner time. Kinda rude.

Then there was a fantasy about smashing into a photo radar police van and I was home.

Very exciting times here. Very exciting.

L

P.S. Fender was sick but then M took him to the vet and paid $90 and now he's better. magic.

Husband

This morning, as I was dragging myself out the door headed to work, M says to me, "hey you look really cute." Now normally I would make fun of him for using such a girly word. Today however, it made my day.

And that's all there was.

xoxo
L

A Collection of Miscellanity

As I sit here sipping my delicioso QuikTrip hot chocolate, watching my #2 guilty pleasure show, some thoughts have flipped through my head.

It goes something like this:

QT is the best. Is there anyone who does not think so? M and I had a related conversation the other day that went like this:

"I wish there was a QT by our house. OR even better, by my work. Then I could eat there for breakfast AND lunch. Every day."

"You would get so fat."

"At least I would be happy."

Isn't he a dear?

I am grateful for spare keys. If you don't have a spare key to your car you should really get one. I've learned this from experience. This week we've had 2 opportunities to use our spares. Once when I locked my keys in my car and couldn't leave work (subconsciously it was on purpose because I love work so much?) and once today when M locked his in the car at the bottom of a mountain.

It's not that cool to be scared of your neighbors. I sincerely hope the large black man with the baseball bat's wife recovers quickly from the dog bite she sustained from our other neighbor's large pitbull. I also sincerely hope that he never yells at or around my husband with a baseball bat in his hand again.

Waiting is BORRRRING. I'm tired of waiting for stuff. I resolved today to stop waiting for things I can't speed up. Be happy now and all that jazz. How you ask? Beats me. Maybe my new hobby will help me forget about the things I'm waiting on. What hobby is that you ask? You'll see.

:) Happy weekend folks!

L