The dangers of driving a Van

Today I was driving Tasha back from preschool and on the cross of Kuna and Robinson road and a car pulled out in front of us only fifteen feet. I slammed on the break swerved a little and almost hit the little white car, which I would have actually have one if we had hit. I cried out IDIOT! And Tasha was too shocked to tell me I had said a naughty word, but instead said "I didn't expect that." I laughed a little hysterically and told her that I hadn't expected it either. I was quite shook up and I had my adrenaline pumping fast. You would think that being in a van would make people more wary of you, but I guess people don't remember the laws of physics when they are driving.

Betty D Bluebird

How do I describe such a creature of unique quality. My little Nissan I am pretty sure drove with dinosaurs. Shes mostly baby blue except for the driver door and the rust we painted over with gray paint behind the rear tires. She doesn't like to accelerate, she reeves like she is going ninty, but hip hops to twenty. If you press the break too hard when stopping she might die. When you so break you have to turn the wheel to the left because she always wants to choose the right. Her radio actually has nobs which you physically have to turn in order to tune it and when you change the volume it sometimes affects the way the station comes in so you have to reajust the tuning nob. The previous owner must have been a very large/fat person because the right side of the seat is bent and sunk in as if someone pushed on it until they could fit their leg/body to hit the gas and break petal. Oh, and she only has two seat belts in the back Her windshield whipper don't work. If you roll down any window you have to make use the car is stopped so you can open the door and us two hands (one to push the glass up the other to make sure the black stuff around the window isn't in the way) to close it. If you open the passenger window it doesn't roll down it fall off its track in the front exposing a small space along its backside and one on the tippy top of the window. Betty some times blows hot air, but only on the floor and you have to have been driving her for at least ten minuets.

Telemarkters or their equivulents

I was just contacted by a person who was asking me about my windows. Well wait I need to start at the beginning. Ring...Ring...I pick up the phone and they ask for a Mrs. Eelioson. I then correct this man who sounds like he could be slightly Latino (I think that is politically correct) or just someone who was trying to look at two things at once. I then told him I was not the misses. He didn't understand and continued to ask me about my windows. I told him I thought our windows were just fine. He then asked me how old my house is. I told him I don't know. He then tried to make it easier for me by asking if it were more than twenty years old. I vaughly (I can't figure out how to spell that word correctly to remove the red line but I know what I mean) told him that it was more than ten. He then asked me if I wanted to replace my windows. I told him I wasn't financially in charge of that, he made a confused noise, like he was trying to figure out what to say to that. I then told him that I was the daughter where he made an uha noise and asked when would be a good time to call back. I said I don't know. He asked morning, evening, next week. I said evening. All in all I hung up and I am pretty sure he thought that I was no more than fifteen years old and for some reason I felt like I had accomplished--no not accomplished more like beaten something. Like I should be able to turn to someone point dramatically and say "HA, see I am not an adult!" Don't ask me why I can't tell you but I thought I should write it down for the void which is the internet so in a year or so I can look back on that and ask myself "Am I still that weird?"

Ding Dong

This is me looking overly dramatic with my best friend who is now married to my brother. It's kind of weird because now we have the last name. Funny thing, I didn't realized that until we were in the line at her reception. So now my best friend is actually my sister and she will be called Ducky for all eternity even though her name is Alexis.This is me and all my friends showing off our fancy footwear that we got out for the wedding. Aren't we all so cute! ^_^

DNOC

What does that stand for? Doing Nothing On the Computer, I haven't decided how it is pronounced yet. It will either be said denoc, like the way it sounds or knock because I am going to make the "d" silent because I want to make a random letter do that since all those "experts" got to do it. However that would make the...um (googleing for noun I want) acronym harder to remember. So what was a talking about? Oh yeah, lately I have been using the computer way too much. I have so many other things to do, but then I find that I can't concentrate and then I am not doing anything, which means I am doing nothing and if I am doing nothing anyway why don't I just hop on the computer and do something? But the problem with that logic is I actually have something else I need to be doing which I am avoiding which isn't good for my health. Because the things I am a avoiding are homework and cleaning or even having a life. I am pretty sure it is safe to say that I am a computerholic. That plus being slightly insomniac prone to panic attacks when under stress isn't a good combination. So what am I going to do? I don't know, like most things in my life I don't have an answer. FLABABIT! Now I am just going to have to brood abut this until I get distracted by something else.

One girls wallet is another spiders home...?

A few month ago I lost my wallet. I searched my house, my room, my older sisters home, every car I had sat in that was in the drive way. I did what I normally did thinking that I would just find it even though a month or more had gone by. On Halloween while following my dad over to my mother to be (MTB for short) I got pulled over by a cop. I was wearing an angel T-shirt from walmart and had so much sparkles in my hair that if I turned I saw a rain of gold. On top of that I was driving a fifteen passanger van with no license, no proof of insurance and my two sisters(Fred 15 & Tasha 4) in the car. Yeah it was fun, I told the police officer I was bore on January 1st (FYI I am not born on January 1st) and the only reason I didn't cry was because my dear sister Fred gave me chocolate. Anyway that isn't the point of this post. I only tell you this because one, it's funny and two, it is the reason I got a new wallet, debit card, license and purse.
Well tonight we cleaned out the van so that my dad could put all of his tools in it to go to work since his work truck wont go over 40 because of a wiring short. Making his 2 hour trip into a 4, not acceptable. Well Fred found my wallet. From what I can figure it must have fallen out of my pocket while I was driving (which would be consistent to the last place I remember putting it) and fell between the wall of the van and the driver seat and all of my crazy driving jarred it loose. So I open it up to see what is left and found cobwebs, like the stuff a spider makes inside next to my two dollar bill (unfortunately for the picture I ruined most of it when I first opened it up). So I took a picture of it. Fun fact: I was board today and painted only the thumb nail you see in this picture before I knew it was going to be modeling.