oh October!


This was today in my neck of the woods this afternoon while picking up a couple of my clowns from school.

Oof!

It is supposed to be Fall. It is October! I did not complain at all in September about the heat…not at all. But now it is October and I have pretty cardigans to pair with pretty tops and skinny jeans and closed toe shoes.

Come on October!

Work with me here!!

But regardless of the fact that October can’t seem to recognize that it is Fall and time for the seasons to change in my neck of the woods, one thing is changing here in California…like it or not. The CHP is cracking down on distracted driving

all distracted driving…

cell phone use

texting

fiddling with your music playlists

or your GPS

eating

putting on makeup

breaking up World War III amongst the kids in the back of the mom-car

shaving

anything that takes your eyes off the road or your hands off the wheel for even a second.

Oof!

Commence the whining, bitching and moaning over your personal liberties and the right to pursue happiness while texting, talking on the phone, eating, putting on makeup or shaving while driving is being infringed upon…

Shaving?

Really?

Personally I am on Team CHP on this issue. Not because we need to be policed on common sense issues but because we do need to be because we all believe such things apply to everyone…everyone but us because we CAN multi-task and drive a car safely…even if statistics and traffic studies and road tests prove other wise. I thought so eleven years ago until I reached down on the floor of my mom-car next to my feet to retrieve a toy one of my much younger clowns tossed…

and crashed my car into a pole while driving only 20 miles per hour.

I totaled my car.

I scared my kids.

I cracked two ribs.

I was distracted for but a blink of an eye and as an expert juggling mom I am a multi-tasker goddess.

Yeah.

But you still have an issue with the CHP policing what you can or can not do safely while driving a car. Lets not even consider the mayhem caused on the road by distracted driving or the tragedy…because that would NEVER be you. How about the hefty fine…and the points on your driving record?

Yeah.

Just suck it up and obey the law.

Yeah.

 

driving skills


A couple of months ago I found myself apologizing for the fact that I am a cautious driver…apparently I am so cautious that one family member regarded a road trip with me as a harrowing, tortuous, frightening experience and made sure I knew that in an email and a couple letters and all over Facebook on his wall and others’ as well. Yeah, I got it. I suck because I am cautious when I drive like when I’m driving on unfamiliar, two lane mountain roads. So I apologized. No, not for what he perceived to be my sucktastic, overly-conscious driving skills. I apologized because clearly a member of my family was frightened and frightened enough to warn other family members any and every chance he got.

I’m such a good little Golden Retriever.

But as abominable as my frustrating, prudent driving skills are in some people’s “expert” opinion, I am not one of two members of this family circus who have been involved in two rear end collisions in the last two months…rear ending other vehicles because they were perhaps traveling too close or driving too fast.

Of course the car is totaled. Thankfully my darling husband is okay but this isn’t a first for him. The front end of the car he drives is hopelessly attracted to the rear bumpers of vehicles in front of him.

Just saying…

So yeah, I’m the crappy driver, right?

Right?

Yeah right.

Anyone who declares that my ability as a driver is terrible is more than welcome to ride along with my darling husband the next time you come around to visit, that is if by some miracle we find ourselves able to afford to replace his totaled car. I’ll say a little prayer for you too, okay?

daily Fallon #42


Coming home on this never-ending road trip to hell and backyou try riding strapped into a car seat facing backwards with only the back of a beige leather seat as your view and tell me it is not a road trip to hell…I am REALLY glad that Mi-ma is the designated driver. Now, let’s see what is on the drink menu here…for Mommy…of course for Mommy!