A bit of rage against the (how do I say this politely…..I DON’T) STUPID kid (high schooler) who ran out in front of my car the other day.

To the teenager:
Sure there was enough time to get past me while you were running in your shower slippers, but when you ran into the middle of oncoming traffic and I used the F word in front of my 3 year old because I thought for sure you were going to die right in front of us (THAT’S RIGHT – INTO ONCOMING TRAFFIC) I got mad.

You are a teenager and teenagers get a bad rap by and large. You are the reason why. You are too asinine and selfish to understand that doing something like that was legitimately the action of a brain dead person.

My daughter doesn’t need to see someone get squished because of their own idiocy.  I don’t need to see it either.

Insert several other bad descriptive words here and let your classmates call you them too and I’ll be happy.

All this talk of health woes and I forget to talk about anything else.  I moan, I complain and I forget to tell you stuff like “the house sold” or “We’re moving into a house with a 4 car garage.  We’ll just be renting it but it’s bigger than here, even when you don’t include the garages, and the commutes will be about 1/4 of what they are now.  Our cash flow should improve considerably which means we can actually put a dent in the amount we’ll need for a down payment.

All good news.  Sure I could complain about the lack of fencing, but we can use the garage as a yard.  I could complain about the lack of shrubbery, but I’d just have to deal with transplanting the ones my son adopts when we move.  I could complain about the move….

Yeah! I think I’ll do that!

Moving STINKS!  And we’re not doing it once, but twice.  We’re moving out of the house into my parents house for 2 weeks and then from there to the new place.  I makes for a stressful move since everything has do go into storage – except for this that and the other thing that we can’t do without for 2 weeks.

Oh, that feels better.  And I know you were all dying to hear me belly ache.

Boy what a headache I have.  Spring break is over and I had to start getting up early again today.  I’m completely out of practice and so is everybody else.  Even the little girl who woke up before 5am every day this past week had to be prodded awake.

I think spring break should be put off until April when you’re so desperate for a single day off, a whole week will seem like a month.  As it is, we’ve had at least one day off each month this school year, but when April roles around there will be none at all.  Not even an early out.   22 days of unending waking up early.  Oy veh.

No one feels the pain of leap day as keenly as those of us born on March 1st. Don’t tell me people born on Feb 29 have it worse off – they age at 1/4 speed. How is that BAD?

Every 4 years, I have to wait an extra 24 hours to get my gifts, to blow out my candles, to age one more year. Sure, in truth everyone has the same problem for a year, but we March 1st-ers notice it most. We’re walking along, minding our own business, waiting for Feb 28th to come and go and suddenly someone throws an extra day in our faces! If you’re born on March 2nd, your birthday still comes right after March 1st.

To save me this repeating agony, I believe February 29th should be moved to another day. Wouldn’t a December 24.5 go a long way toward teaching the world how I’ve felt all this time. How about we just move it from month to month – this year Feb 29th, next time around we do a March 32nd – everyone would love an extra day of spring.

All I know is that I need someone to take this burden from my shoulders or I just might start celebrating my birthday a day earlier in protest.

I’ve managed to break the drought in Arizona!

This week we are SUPPOSED to be having a block wall put up in the back of the house. We took the old one down over the weekend and yesterday and today it was supposed to be constructed. Instead it rained. The contractor said (understandably) that it’s hard to dig in mud. He said (understandably) it’s hard to pour concrete onto mud. The part I can’t figure out is why the concrete won’t dry while it’s raining (just kidding).

He actually did manage to get the hole dug despite the fact that we got better than an inch of rain. And today they plan on pouring the concrete footings. Those are supposed to dry overnight before the real work on the wall can start and guess what -

There’s supposed to be rain again tomorrow. What was going to be an easy two days will be at least 3 (if it doesn’t rain) maybe 4 (if they don’t have to wait for tomorrow’s rain to dry up) and maybe as much as 5. This all assumes that the rain will eventually stop. The law of averages says it must but Murphy’s Law says just the opposite.

And thus, by trying to get a wall built in two days, I have single handedly guaranteed unstopping rain until the monsoon starts at which point in time there will be no rain at all.

I will never understand the planning and construction of freeways here in Phoenix.

Every single new freeway starts off with three lanes in each direction. Immediately after it’s opened the freeway is clogged every rush hour with thousands of cars going down the blacktop. Inevitably, the state decides that the freeway is congested (duh!) and that it needs to be widened. They then spend years widening the freeway to four lanes plus an HOV lane in each direction.

Come on, people! Get your heads out of wherever you stick them and build the freeways with five lanes to begin with.  We’re the fastest growing place on the continent. If you build it, they will drive on it.

All the rain we had recently reminded me of my time in Tucson.  The first year I moved there was NOT a drought year.  It rained every day for a month.  Unfortunately, Tucson does not have a drainage system.  Rather, it doesn’t have an underground drainage system.  They use the streets instead.  This means that even if it rains a little, all the streets get flooded.  Unless you have hip high rain boots, don’t bother trying to walk around because they don’t have sidewalks so you have to wade through the ‘gutters’ or go down the middle of the street.  This may seem a bit negative and I’ll admit that when I think of all the places I want to visit in my life, Tucson isn’t even a place I want to pass through on the way to those places, but that’s just how Tucson is.

I’m tired of the emotional roller coaster the seasons set upon me. When it’s summer, it’s unbelievably hot and I can’t think of anything but winter when I just know every day is going to be the perfect temperature. I keep thinking I’ll start exercising or doing the yard work as soon as it cools off into the 90s. Then winter hits and all I can think about is how summer isn’t that bad because at least I can cool off in that pool I don’t have and every day I’m going to go swimming and loose weight. Then summer comes back and it’s too hot even in the pool to do anything and it’s impossible to get the house cool enough so I just sit around and dream about winter. I want to live somewhere where beautiful days are abundant and snow is nonexistent unless I plan to go skiing. Is that so much to ask?