I'll start by saying that I hope everyone has a Happy Mother's Day - Either with your own mother (How lucky you are) or with your own children (Can't you feel the pride?) or perhaps you can enjoy both your own mother and your children (This is a true blessing. Savor the moments.)
It's been a rushed time since late Friday evening. Tony won the Nationwide; I helped the grandsons paint a Mother's Day plate for their mommy; went to grocery (stress); had a confrontation with an idiot (more below); Tony was pushed into the wall on the second lap but still had a respectable finish in the Sprint Cup race; storms moved in; radar had a 'bow and a hook' . . looks bad . . 'red, purple, and black display' . . 'take cover NOW' . . transformer explodes across the way . . kitty looses her composure . . lots of hail, rain, wind, lightening, and Harry sleeping. Old ladies - like me - are worn out from all this. We had no damage on our lot but I'm sure some were not so lucky.
The confrontation: Waiting at a traffic light in a long line of cars . . light only allows three cars through on each light if everyone hurries . . I'm at least nine cars back . . Idiot in car behind me starts blowing horn the minute the light turns green and doesn't stop until it is red again . . then he slings his hands around and yells . . this happens through three lights . . fourth light the car in front of me hesitates (elderly lady driving) . . caught again . .Idiot jumps out of his car and stomps up to car in front of me . . yelling, waving hands, red face . . stomps back to my car . . Idiot knocks on my window . . I ignore . . Idiot hits window hard . . I open window just a little . . Idiot tells me he wants me to push the old *%&#@^ across the street when light changes again . . "Old people should be shot" . . I want him to shut up, get back in his car, quit blowing his horn, and when the light changes I want him to go the hell back wherever he came from. People here don't act like he's acting AND I TOLD HIM SO! When the light changed he passed me and the elderly lady in the intersection . . couldn't help noticing that he told us we number one as he drove off into the sunset.
Life is truly an adventure!
Again, Happy Mother's Day. I can hardly wait for all the kids - and baby - get here.