$135.00 for a barrel of oil. It was at $65.00 a barrel a year ago. I think this will cause economic pressures around the world that will have dramatically impact on our daily lives with in the next 6 months. One indicator that our lives will change is mass transit.
I often look over at those at the bus stop with a little bit of jealousy. The idea of relaxing or sleeping on the bus is dreamy. Except for the fact that I would have two little ones with me. The other morning there was a very handsome gentleman at the bus stop waiting in the rain. So handsome I had to stop and offer him a ride. As I pulled over to the bus stop, small voices in the back, excitably exclaimed Papa!!!
After careful analysis of gas prices and mileage my father has begun taking the bus, a few days a week. This is wonderful for me and my girls. Every now and then we catch him at the bus stop or at the office and can share a ride home. Although, the girls are very shy they love riding with Papa. They love sharing their Princess, Wiggles and Christmas music with him. I just can't wait until they hit him up for College funds.
Showing posts with label Drive time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Drive time. Show all posts
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Dude!!!!!!!
The entrance to I-80 at 1300 south west bound can be a little frustrating at drive time. The other day I actually got mad and honked at a fellow commuter. Now I am not an angry man, but on this date I was upset at a fellow driver that had no idea what was going on around her as she conversed on her cell phone while eating a Big Mac.
As I honked the horn, I heard from the back seat, "Don't hit um Dad". "Dad don't hit um". Now hitting the car in front of me had ever crossed my mind. Communicating my anger to the female driver of the Toyota RAV 4, at her selfish inability to place her foot on the accelerator advancing her position in the normal flow of traffic, placing her vehicle in one lane of travel instead of the two she occupied while lovingly consuming 50 grams of fat in her Big Mac, did. Did I mention the cell phone in her greasy paw?
Now at this point in time I had to explain to my daughter, the appropriate use of the horn. My intentions were not to hit the RAV 4 driven by the woman eating a Big Mac sporting a mullet. I did my best to tell her that driving is a privilege and we should pay attention to what we are doing and be courteous to other drivers. Once in a while Big Mac eating, cell phone blabbing, mullet sporting driver needs to be reminded that there are others on the road.
As I honked the horn, I heard from the back seat, "Don't hit um Dad". "Dad don't hit um". Now hitting the car in front of me had ever crossed my mind. Communicating my anger to the female driver of the Toyota RAV 4, at her selfish inability to place her foot on the accelerator advancing her position in the normal flow of traffic, placing her vehicle in one lane of travel instead of the two she occupied while lovingly consuming 50 grams of fat in her Big Mac, did. Did I mention the cell phone in her greasy paw?
Now at this point in time I had to explain to my daughter, the appropriate use of the horn. My intentions were not to hit the RAV 4 driven by the woman eating a Big Mac sporting a mullet. I did my best to tell her that driving is a privilege and we should pay attention to what we are doing and be courteous to other drivers. Once in a while Big Mac eating, cell phone blabbing, mullet sporting driver needs to be reminded that there are others on the road.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Monday Morning Drive Time
Rookie mistake. Monday morning mistake. I will be paying for a month or so. It could happen to anyone. Any one who does not put the right CD back in its case. So what happened?
Well, the oldest asked to change the princess CD to a Mickey Mouse CD in the car. I was so excited. I have heard princess music for months. I have listened to it so much that I catch myself humming it around the house. I actually sang it out loud in the office once. The guy down stairs still laughs about it. Luckily he has a daughter similar in age, so he was somewhat understanding.
I showed her the CD case, she agreed it was the one she wanted. I pulled the CD out of it's case and placed it into the CD player, walked in to get the house to retrieve her sister. I came out only to hear, "Whose got a beard that is long and white?" Wrong CD. Now I'll be listening to Christmas music for months. The wife has asked if I want to hang Christmas stockings? At least for the next week, I am a head of her on the NCAA basketball brackets.
Well, the oldest asked to change the princess CD to a Mickey Mouse CD in the car. I was so excited. I have heard princess music for months. I have listened to it so much that I catch myself humming it around the house. I actually sang it out loud in the office once. The guy down stairs still laughs about it. Luckily he has a daughter similar in age, so he was somewhat understanding.
I showed her the CD case, she agreed it was the one she wanted. I pulled the CD out of it's case and placed it into the CD player, walked in to get the house to retrieve her sister. I came out only to hear, "Whose got a beard that is long and white?" Wrong CD. Now I'll be listening to Christmas music for months. The wife has asked if I want to hang Christmas stockings? At least for the next week, I am a head of her on the NCAA basketball brackets.
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