One of my biggest pet peeves when we are driving on the interstate, is when my hubby flashes somebody with his bright lights, in order for them to get over. It's not only a pet peeve, it's an extreme annoyance. I get so pissed off when he does that. I told him that if I am driving and I see the driver behind me flash their bright lights on me, that is just going to cause me to stay right where I am. Well recently while watching tv with hubby, I heard them say that is going to be something new that drivers can now legally flash the driver ahead of them. What the?????.....Say it ain't so. That was just up hubby's alley. I didn't like it one bit. I hate that.
Here's the scenario: Hubby is in right hand lane but then an 18-wheeler is going too slow. Hubby proceeds into the left hand lane where there is supposed to be faster traffic. Hubby gets behind car that is probably trying to pass the 18-wheeler but at the same time, doesn't want to speed. Hubby then flashes said driver with his brights for that driver to move back into the right hand lane so that hubby can proceed with his out of control driving. So if said driver in front of hubby doesn't move back over to the right hand lane fast enough, hubby will then flash said driver again. I DO NOT LIKE IT.
I asked hubby, "Do you have to flash them?" And before he answers...I say to him.....STOP IT!!!! Hubby then says to me, "Well how else do you expect me to get past them." Wifey says, "Just wait until they move." I don't think this went too well with him because then he started flashing every single car. And I think he did it just to piss me off. If I wasn't afraid of being mauled by a deer or two, I would have told him to put me out on the interstate. Ok, maybe not the interstate, but the next rest area. So again, I said to hubby: If I was in front of you driving, I ain't moving and then I might put on brakes too." I tell him what he is doing and what is now going to become legal is what's going to cause road rage. Can you imagine just minding your own business in your car and you see some bright lights flash behind you? So what if I don't move, what are they gonna do? Call the police on me. Such a stupid law.
~QUEENBEE~
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
It's getting hot in here...
....and I'm sure you wanna be like Nelly and say, "so take off all your clothes." NOT! I already could not sleep because it was rather warm for it to January. I checked the weather and I noticed that the high and the low would be somewhere around middle to high 60's. I normally sleep with my ceiling on but somehow hubby said it was cold. I really don't think he was cold. I just think that he thinks that since it is January that we are just supposed to have the heater on. So before I shut my eyes, I asked hubby if he had the heater on. He said no. I told him that it was hot in the house and so I threw the cover off. I expected him to just turn the ceiling fan on in an attempt to make me comfortable but he did not. I dozed on off to sleep but woke up hotter than when I went to sleep. I tossed and turned but no cool air was coming from anywhere.
When my alarm went off at 6:00a.m., I felt myself sweating. I touched my forehead and yes, I was sweating. I thought a hotflash had taken over me. I was about to go and find me some type of medicine for this insaneness. When suddenly, I heard something that sounded like a motor close to my bedroom window. Since our room window is on the back side of the house and not near the street, I knew it wasn't a car. I got closer to the window and I be dog-gone, it's the darn heater. I quickly went down the hall to turn it off, but right before I did, I told myself that I'm going to check the weather. I turned on the tv and it said it was 62 degrees. I nearly bust a gasket in my brain. If it had've been in the 40's, I would have given hubby the benefit of the doubt and left the heater on. I turned that switch to the off position and just sat down for a minute just to cool off.
Normally, hubby is asleep when I am getting ready for work, but for some reason, he was woke this morning. He said good morning and asked how I was doing. I said that I was doing fine except for the fact that I felt like I was in the devil's chamber and the door was locked. I asked him why on earth did he get up in the middle of the night to turn on the heater when the low was just going to be 61. Do yall know he said cause his feet were cold. Just from that answer alone, I could have slapped him. Out of all the socks he has in the drawer and out of the blankets that are in the closet, DUH....just put on some socks and wrapped your feet up like a hot dog. He goes and turns on a heater to heat the whole house and make everybody miserable all because his feet are cold. REALLY????!!!!! Before I walked out the door, I said to him that I don't expect to come home and it feel like Hell up in here. I think he got the message.
~QUEENBEE~
When my alarm went off at 6:00a.m., I felt myself sweating. I touched my forehead and yes, I was sweating. I thought a hotflash had taken over me. I was about to go and find me some type of medicine for this insaneness. When suddenly, I heard something that sounded like a motor close to my bedroom window. Since our room window is on the back side of the house and not near the street, I knew it wasn't a car. I got closer to the window and I be dog-gone, it's the darn heater. I quickly went down the hall to turn it off, but right before I did, I told myself that I'm going to check the weather. I turned on the tv and it said it was 62 degrees. I nearly bust a gasket in my brain. If it had've been in the 40's, I would have given hubby the benefit of the doubt and left the heater on. I turned that switch to the off position and just sat down for a minute just to cool off.
Normally, hubby is asleep when I am getting ready for work, but for some reason, he was woke this morning. He said good morning and asked how I was doing. I said that I was doing fine except for the fact that I felt like I was in the devil's chamber and the door was locked. I asked him why on earth did he get up in the middle of the night to turn on the heater when the low was just going to be 61. Do yall know he said cause his feet were cold. Just from that answer alone, I could have slapped him. Out of all the socks he has in the drawer and out of the blankets that are in the closet, DUH....just put on some socks and wrapped your feet up like a hot dog. He goes and turns on a heater to heat the whole house and make everybody miserable all because his feet are cold. REALLY????!!!!! Before I walked out the door, I said to him that I don't expect to come home and it feel like Hell up in here. I think he got the message.
~QUEENBEE~
Monday, January 7, 2013
School News
I found out from my advisor that this could possibly be my last semester in school. I sure do hope so because I am tired of school. So instead of my normal two classes per semester, I am taking three. Yes, three! I know it seems a bit much for me to tackle but with God's help, I believe I can do it.
I have already applied for graduation, which is supposed to be May 3, 2013. I am constantly emailing my advisor back and forth to see what else I need to do. I do not want to miss the mark. Our daughter asked me if I was going to walk in the ceremony. I told her heck yeah! After all these sleepless nights and homework on top of homework and major studying, yes I plan to walk across that stage. I do not know what I will be doing after these last three classes, but I will just continue to work and be still until The Lord guides me in the direction where I should go.
#Teamgraduation2013
~QUEENBEE~
I have already applied for graduation, which is supposed to be May 3, 2013. I am constantly emailing my advisor back and forth to see what else I need to do. I do not want to miss the mark. Our daughter asked me if I was going to walk in the ceremony. I told her heck yeah! After all these sleepless nights and homework on top of homework and major studying, yes I plan to walk across that stage. I do not know what I will be doing after these last three classes, but I will just continue to work and be still until The Lord guides me in the direction where I should go.
#Teamgraduation2013
~QUEENBEE~
Everything new
Our son will be turning 17 in exactly 19 days from today. I told him that we were going to get him an updated phone for his birthday and for him to pick the phone out that he wanted. I told him what budget we were working with and not to get a phone over that. Well he wanted to know if he could have the phone before his birthday. I was like, wait a minute....didn't we just come back from going to Texas, didn't I just pay for another trip for you to go on with the school, didn't I just put down money for you to go on the college road trip with the church......and you can't wait 19 days for a phone? He said, "But Mom, it's a new year and I need my new phone in the new year."
I said to our son that he will get his new phone for his birthday and what was the rush in getting it before January 26. He said he needed to have a new phone to go with his new age and that he was going to get new clothes to represent a new year. So I said to our son, but with everything new, won't you still be an old you? What about a new you? He said that there was nothing wrong with the way he was and I said well nothing is wrong with your old phone and that it will continue to last until January 26. Who knows? I might just surprise him and get it early. I haven't made up my mind just yet.
~QUEENBEE~
I said to our son that he will get his new phone for his birthday and what was the rush in getting it before January 26. He said he needed to have a new phone to go with his new age and that he was going to get new clothes to represent a new year. So I said to our son, but with everything new, won't you still be an old you? What about a new you? He said that there was nothing wrong with the way he was and I said well nothing is wrong with your old phone and that it will continue to last until January 26. Who knows? I might just surprise him and get it early. I haven't made up my mind just yet.
~QUEENBEE~
Do it yourself
Every since we have had our old truck, hubby hadn't said anything about how I park. Now all of a sudden with the newer truck, he asked me if I could take constructive criticism. I said what is it. He said that my parking is not right and that I was not turning wide enough into the driveway. He said that while turning in the driveway, there is a patch of grass that my truck goes over and it is eating the grass. I just gave him that look and said, "Seriously?" I told him that patch has always been there. He tells me that it is because my wide turn is a half-wide turn and to turn the wheel wider.
First of all, this little patch of grass, which is near the road, could have happened anywhere at any time. It could be from people walking and then I told him, it could be his parking instead of mine. I can see if this patch of baldness was like in the middle of the yard and was very clearly visible, but it is not.....again, it is at the end of the driveway where the road and yard meet.
Second of all, if he feels that all of a sudden my parking is not up to par, how about I park outside of the mailbox when I get home and then he can park in the driveway any way he feels like it and just do it himself. I bet after doing that for about two times, he will tell me to just go ahead and do it myself and that what he really was complaining about was really nothing to complain about.
So I drove home after church and looked at him and wondered if I should park outside of the mailbox. He said just pull in how you normally pull in. I did and he got out and was complaint free. He could have left that complaint in his throat and then come back to me when he REALLY has something to complain about. I'll holla!
~QUEENBEE~
First of all, this little patch of grass, which is near the road, could have happened anywhere at any time. It could be from people walking and then I told him, it could be his parking instead of mine. I can see if this patch of baldness was like in the middle of the yard and was very clearly visible, but it is not.....again, it is at the end of the driveway where the road and yard meet.
Second of all, if he feels that all of a sudden my parking is not up to par, how about I park outside of the mailbox when I get home and then he can park in the driveway any way he feels like it and just do it himself. I bet after doing that for about two times, he will tell me to just go ahead and do it myself and that what he really was complaining about was really nothing to complain about.
So I drove home after church and looked at him and wondered if I should park outside of the mailbox. He said just pull in how you normally pull in. I did and he got out and was complaint free. He could have left that complaint in his throat and then come back to me when he REALLY has something to complain about. I'll holla!
~QUEENBEE~
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Knowing the difference
Hubby has been growing a small garden and I was not too keen on it being in the front yard, but oh well. He grew some collard greens last year and they turned out really good. He planted more collards but wanted to add some cabbage to his garden as well. When he asked me to come outside and take a look at the cabbage, I said, "where are they because all I see are collard greens." He pointed to what he thought were cabbage and said, "there, the cabbage are right there." I look again and said, "you must be blind in one eye and can't see out of the other because those are collard greens." He pulled his little stick out of the ground to show me that he planted cabbages there. So I asked him, "When did cabbage greens grow on a stalk, don't they suppose to have a head?"
I know at this point that hubby must have thought I was a dunce, but I have never known cabbage and collards to both grow on a stalk and I do remember that cabbage is more bunch together like a head and it was a lighter green in color. Both sets, the real collards and the pretend cabbage were both dark green in color and they both were on a stalk. If it looks like a duck and acts like a duck, it's a duck. So hubby then said, well you will see the difference when I cook them for New Year's Day.
When he did cook them, I didn't see any difference. The looked like collard greens, they smelled like collard greens, and they even tasted like collard greens. I love both collards and cabbage but I think that when he planted the collards, that some seeds must have blown in the wind and got on the side where he was suppose to grow cabbage. My opinion is that the cabbage greens just didn't make, but since collard seeds were there, they grew into cabbage. But yet hubby was adament in saying I was wrong. I just threw my hands up. I said sure whatever, doesn't make any difference to me. I said you can call them one thing, but I tend to beg the differ. He was not having it that I was not agreeing with him. I said to him that I do not have to think like he thinks but he can say they are cabbage and I'm cool with that. He said, "no, no, no, you have to say they are cabbages." I said if you say they are cabbage, then they are cabbage to you. End of discussion. He really got pissed off when I said that, but that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
When we finished eating, I said, "those were some good collard greens." He just gave me that look and all I could do was laugh. I just have not seen cabbage and collards that look like twins, EVER! I'm not saying they do not exist, I'm just saying I have never seen it. But until I see them, those were collard greens.
~QUEENBEE~
I know at this point that hubby must have thought I was a dunce, but I have never known cabbage and collards to both grow on a stalk and I do remember that cabbage is more bunch together like a head and it was a lighter green in color. Both sets, the real collards and the pretend cabbage were both dark green in color and they both were on a stalk. If it looks like a duck and acts like a duck, it's a duck. So hubby then said, well you will see the difference when I cook them for New Year's Day.
When he did cook them, I didn't see any difference. The looked like collard greens, they smelled like collard greens, and they even tasted like collard greens. I love both collards and cabbage but I think that when he planted the collards, that some seeds must have blown in the wind and got on the side where he was suppose to grow cabbage. My opinion is that the cabbage greens just didn't make, but since collard seeds were there, they grew into cabbage. But yet hubby was adament in saying I was wrong. I just threw my hands up. I said sure whatever, doesn't make any difference to me. I said you can call them one thing, but I tend to beg the differ. He was not having it that I was not agreeing with him. I said to him that I do not have to think like he thinks but he can say they are cabbage and I'm cool with that. He said, "no, no, no, you have to say they are cabbages." I said if you say they are cabbage, then they are cabbage to you. End of discussion. He really got pissed off when I said that, but that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
When we finished eating, I said, "those were some good collard greens." He just gave me that look and all I could do was laugh. I just have not seen cabbage and collards that look like twins, EVER! I'm not saying they do not exist, I'm just saying I have never seen it. But until I see them, those were collard greens.
~QUEENBEE~
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Blessing in disguise
Our truck had been giving us some problems and so we had to spend money to get it fixed. About a year and a half ago, we put a new transmission in the truck and things seemed to work just fine after that. Well for Christmas, we drove to Texas to see my sister and spend some time out there with her. On our way back, our truck started shaking like it had Parkinson's disease....that's how bad it was shaking. I knew something had to be wrong, but I prayed to God to at least let us get this truck back to Pensacola, FL and parked in my driveway. Everytime we had to stop for gas and cut the car off, there was a chance that this truck would not crank back up. Each gas refill meant getting closer to home. So after we finally made it home, hubby said that he was going to take it to the shop and let them look at it and tell us what was wrong. I was hoping that it wouldn't cost too much because we had already put enough money in this truck and besides, we had just come from out of town, so basically, we were broke.
Hubby comes back and hands me an estimate of what is wrong and how much it will cost. When he handed it to me, I immediately knew it was gonna cost an arm, a leg, two kitchen sinks, seven goats, fifteen panties and bra sets and nine ladies dancing......because he just handed it to me and walked away, no words, nothing. I looked at this estimate and said, "Holy Batman!" Yeah, it was up in the thousands. So Sunday came and we went to church in this shaking truck. We all do 8:00 a.m. service but hubby said that he was going to stay for both services and for me to come and pick him up later. So me and the kids got in the truck after the first service and was headed home, but before we got home, I told them that I needed to stop by Wal-Mart and get some Nyquil. We didn't make it to Wal-Mart. The truck start coughing and jerking as if it wanted to quit on me, then it wouldn't go any faster than 40 miles per hour. My son told me to pull over and he got out and looked under the hood but he didn't know what was going on. I asked them if we should chance it and go to the store or just get to the house. Everybody agreed that we should just go home.
I headed toward the house but my speed kept decreasing and so I put on my emergency flashers and drove on to the house and parked it. I had our daughter to call hubby at church and told him that he needed to find a ride from church because there is no way that I was going to make it in the truck. So hubby did find a ride home and when he got home, he crank the truck up to see what was wrong. He then came inside and said that we are not going to put no more money in this truck and wanted to know if I would object to trading it in for another car. So early Monday morning, we were down at the car lot before their doors even opened, told them what was wrong and that we needed a car. To make a long story short, I ended up trading in my truck that they are going to fix anyway and re-sell for another truck. The funny thing is that I was 7 months away from paying off my truck, but we don't know why things happen when they do but God allowed it to happen and I am grateful that I got a vehicle to drive and that I am not walking. Thank the Lord for the blessing in disguise.
~QUEENBEE~
Hubby comes back and hands me an estimate of what is wrong and how much it will cost. When he handed it to me, I immediately knew it was gonna cost an arm, a leg, two kitchen sinks, seven goats, fifteen panties and bra sets and nine ladies dancing......because he just handed it to me and walked away, no words, nothing. I looked at this estimate and said, "Holy Batman!" Yeah, it was up in the thousands. So Sunday came and we went to church in this shaking truck. We all do 8:00 a.m. service but hubby said that he was going to stay for both services and for me to come and pick him up later. So me and the kids got in the truck after the first service and was headed home, but before we got home, I told them that I needed to stop by Wal-Mart and get some Nyquil. We didn't make it to Wal-Mart. The truck start coughing and jerking as if it wanted to quit on me, then it wouldn't go any faster than 40 miles per hour. My son told me to pull over and he got out and looked under the hood but he didn't know what was going on. I asked them if we should chance it and go to the store or just get to the house. Everybody agreed that we should just go home.
I headed toward the house but my speed kept decreasing and so I put on my emergency flashers and drove on to the house and parked it. I had our daughter to call hubby at church and told him that he needed to find a ride from church because there is no way that I was going to make it in the truck. So hubby did find a ride home and when he got home, he crank the truck up to see what was wrong. He then came inside and said that we are not going to put no more money in this truck and wanted to know if I would object to trading it in for another car. So early Monday morning, we were down at the car lot before their doors even opened, told them what was wrong and that we needed a car. To make a long story short, I ended up trading in my truck that they are going to fix anyway and re-sell for another truck. The funny thing is that I was 7 months away from paying off my truck, but we don't know why things happen when they do but God allowed it to happen and I am grateful that I got a vehicle to drive and that I am not walking. Thank the Lord for the blessing in disguise.
~QUEENBEE~
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