Scooter Rage

So, it has become blatantly apparent by my waiting nearly 15 minutes at a turn light that I am not heavy enough on my scooter to trigger the light. This doesn't really bother me, I'm more bothered with the jackasses I share the road with. I inched all the way into the crosswalk and motioned for the jackass, who was now 2 car lengths be hind me to move up to trigger the light. I did so after the first rotation that missed our signal. I then honked. No response. Then I got off my scooter and yelled. No response. She was texting. Far more important, how dare I. So got back on my scooter and waited. Then car after car, got out of the turn lane to go past and honked at me, flipped me off, yelled profanities, and one lovely soul threw a can of soda at me - with soda in it. Then, the retard behind me, pulled out and yelled at me. I wanted to put the throdle down and chase the mother fucking bitch to where ever she was going, pull her out of her big ass truck (why she was driving a big ass truck I have no idea...) by her hair and then verbally abuse her.

Driving on the scooter has been quite the experience. It is a totally different experience. I am much more aware of my surroundings, not to mention the scenery and most obviously other drivers inability to just fucking drive. Because I'm on a scooter the bitch putting her makeup on while driving will jet out in front of me and go 15mph when I was going 35... or the jackass on his cell phone, because he's so fucking important and in such a fucking hurry he has to cut me off, nearly hitting me to make sure he can get in front of me and then go under the speed limit. Awesome.

Don't get me wrong, I love my scooter, I really truely do. However, I HATE (yes I know this is a strong word and I mean it) the majority of drivers on the road. They don't pay attention, and more importantly they don't follow the rules of the fucking road. I'm really glad I wear a helmet, that way others can't hear me screaming about all the tards on the road and if I do get hit by one of these mother fuckers I'll still have my brain.

Change

So I've been busy buying new clothes for work... I recently found out I'll be traveling to our corp headquarters in Chattanooga, TN to meet some folks as I'll be taking over the IT department and also we'll be taking over the accounting for the Northwest division... yay! The dress code for their office is business professional, and while in one hand it makes me kinda want to barf, I'm also kinda excited to get all spruced up and feel important.

In other late breaking news, my brother has decided to move to Phoenix. I'm glad he wants to move on and blah, blah, blah... but I really don't want him to be that far away. I pretty much raised the little guy and it'll be hard for me. However, I decided if he's moving I'm going down with him to see him off. He's been expressing to me how scared he is to go alone and to move in general. But he needs to be happy and he's not in the best relationship and he'll be with his bestest buddy. *tear

One last thing, it seems my back is out from going over some gnarly bumps on the ruckus... I discovered it last night working out, and instead of stopping I kept up the workout which I think made it worse... Oy.

Oh Ms. California

Usually I try to ignore this banter back and forth, but I really, really think Ms. California needs help. I think she purposefully answered the question they way she did for publicity - had she won, no one would be talking about her, because lets face it... no one cares. However, we do care when she strikes up controversy. I could care less how she feels about marriage, because I don't believe in it, because I don't believe in god. I got married for tax and insurance purposes and if I had it to do all over, I'd hold off until it was equal. Here is how I would have answered the question had I been asked:

I believe that all relationships and the individuals in those relationships deserve the right to form a union that the state will uphold. Marriage is a religious concept and ceremony and I do not believe that government entities should mandate religious rights and prohibit individuals from partaking. I am a strong supporter of civil unions and I believe the government should allow civil unions between same sex and opposite sex couples.

Or something to that effect anyway...

Bollywood

I have to say, I love, love, love my belly dance gals. I never laugh as much or have as much fun as I do with these ladies. Maybe it's because I don't have to worry about sensoring myself, I'm just me. Last night's Bollywood Dreams awoke the late 80's early 90's inside me, so much spandex, hair, not nearly enough eyeball dancing, and of course the amazing laggy subtitles. I am just so grateful to be a part of this group.

In other news, I scootered ~55 miles yesterday. To work, back home, then to Renton for belly dance movie night and back home. To be honest, I was totally freaked out about scootering all the way to Renton... but I did it. I took the back way, and it was surprisingly nice. I scootered through Crown Hill, Ballard, Fremont, Downtown, First Hill, Columbia City, Richmond Beach, then finally ended up in downtown Renton. The ride home was even scarier than the ride there... it was dark, raining and freezing! I most definitely need an anti-fog visor, it's never good to be all fogged up in the rain. My only mishap was a little fish-tailing on Dearborn Ave in the International Dist as I had to come to a pretty abrupt stop, but no spillage, whew!

I am so loving the scooter, maybe someday a real motorcycle - strong enough to carry a side car so I can tote Duece along with me on my travels.

Scooter!

My amazing totally awesome husband got me a scooter last Friday and I <3 it! It's fun, it's practical and it gets 104 mpg... can't beat that! So far I haven't died yet, whew. Mostly because I'm awesome, and also because I got amazingly tough gear. Although, knock on wood, no spills yet. I've been fortunate to have some great weather the past few days, but it's supposed to turn to crap any time now... I'm going to pick up some rain pants and we'll see how I fare.