Happy Anniversary to Me

Right around now is my 1 year anniversary of blogging. I've written about 337 posts. That's a little less than one a day. I never thought that I would enjoy this as much as I do or have as much to say. I have the other blog too and many posts on that so I don't know what the grand total is. My first friend I met was Paula, I won't say I have favorites but I'm very lucky to know her. I've seen her blossom into an amazing photographer. But this post is about me, not her ;-)

I don't have anything special to post today. Oh, I could go on a rant about driving. I did my weekly trek into NYC this morning. It never ceases to amaze me that so many people can not grasp the concept of merging. It really goes back to being 5 years old. It's all about taking turns. Think about shuffling a deck a cards. The cards fall into place one after the other. Or it's like walking, left foot-right foot, left foot-right foot, left foot-right foot. But if I remember being 5, not everyone want to share or take turns nor do they know how to walk. Another thing is the sleaze. There could be a long line of cars waiting to exit from a highway and some a-hole feels that they are more important than everyone else so they go to the front of the line and sleaze in. If I had a gun I would shoot them no doubt. Every once in a while I have the privledge of seeing a cop waiting for this to happen and they pull the a-holes over. Another thing is the "I have to drive real fast and fit into the space that is just as big as my car is so I can mess with you because I am so important I need to be .005 seconds in front of you" and the equally popular "I have to be right up your ass because I can't get in front of you to fit into the space that is just as big as my car is so I can mess with you because I am so important I need to be .005 seconds in front of you" . When someone is tailgating me, if I am eating an apple or something I'll throw a piece of it out my window so it hopefully lands on their important car. My final gripe is the nonwave. I guess I really am an idiot but I feel that if some poor person is trying to merge into traffic or make a turn and no one is letting them do it, when I let them do it I expect the wave or some sort of recognition of my good deed. Isn't that what good deeds are all about? Having the person say what a good good-deed-doer you are. If they don't say it, what's the point of being nice?
What gets your goat when you are driving?
Oh, one time everyone was driving on the wrong side of the road. That really pissed me off until I realized I was in Ireland. Too much Guinness

PS - most of this is tongue in cheek, but not all of it is...