Apparently...

...I have forgotten how to drive.

This weekend:

I think I scared a friend riding in the car with me...twice...maybe more.

I almost ran over some kids rollerblading across the street.

Someone called me a dumb "person" (okay, person wasn't really the word he used but I'm not typing that word...use your imagination) as they were driving by because I almost didn't stop at a stop sign and would have hit them if I hadn't.

I drove right by my mother's house today and didn't realize it until I was about halfway down her street.

It's just that when I get in the car (especially with other people), I start thinking of other things. I have become the kind of driver that gets on my nerves. So this week, my goal is to focus and try to be a better driver.

And my apologies to anyone that I might have frightened with my lack of concentration recently...or in the past...or in the future...hopefully not in the future, but I'm not perfect so it's possible. :)

I'm just sayin' is all...

Okay, why do the cafeteria ladies have to serve mashed yams on the same day they serve tacos? Every time I see that I think, "Oh, good, refried beans" but then when I get closer, I realize no, it's not beans, it's yams. Gross! If I were between the ages of 5 and 11, it would be really easy for me to make a drastic mistake and potentially ruin my lunch. It's really just cruel if you ask me.

Do I Have Anything In My Teeth?

Look closely and answer honestly please.


Okay, really this picture was taken when Janette and I were in Italy (look at the date on the picture...it's been 3 years *sigh*) and she was teasing me that I would always smile with my mouth closed so I showed her some teeth. There is a better picture of me in front of the Vatican. Don't worry.
Seriously though, if I ask you if there is something in my teeth, would you please answer me honestly? I ate this huge piece of chocolate cake tonight (yummy!) and after I was done, I asked a trusted friend if I had any food in my teeth. She glanced at me and quickly said, "Nope, you're good." Really? Did you really look? Cause when I got home tonight and flossed, guess what I found in my FRONT teeth? Chocolate cake! And nobody said anything all night long. I smiled all night long at people and nobody said anything!
If you ask me if there is anything in your teeth, I will actually look at your teeth and I will answer you honestly. In fact, this evening, I spotted a small piece of broccoli in my friend's teeth after she asked me, and I pointed it out. I only saw it because I REALLY looked. A glance won't do it.
So please, if I trust you enough to ask you if there is anything in my teeth, please look and answer honestly. It would really mean a lot to me. Thank you and good night.

I'll Never Let Go Jack!

There's only one guy that can make me calm when life is crazy, can remove a brain tumor in under 30 minutes, can make a mean hamburger, can save the world in under 24 hours, can get off a deserted island by strapping two giant turtles together and riding them out to sea (or so they say), can strike fear into the heart of all giants, can make me laugh uncontrollably when playing a guitar, and that will wade the icy waters of the Atlantic so the woman he loves has a chance at living.

I'ts Jack...

Jack Johnson
Jack Sheppard
Jack in the Box
Jack Bauer
Jack Sparrow
Jack and the Beanstalk
Jack Black
Jack Dawson

What would this world be like without him? *sigh*

It's A Miracle!

The plants in the library weren't dead after who knows how many days of no water...the blinds were all closed too so I guess they didn't get any sunshine either.

I finally threw the meat away in my fridge that I didn't want to touch. In fact, I cleaned out my whole fridge. It's pretty empty right now.

I was early to work today.

I got all of my laundry washed, folded, AND put away last night.

My talk went fine yesterday and I didn't pass out or throw up or, heaven forbid, die.

My BFF is reading my favorite book (FINALLY!)...and she likes it!

I am going to go running tonight.

It must be an Easter miracle! Belated, yes, but miraculous nonetheless.

Blogging

Here are some thoughts on what I am doing right now...blogging.

Blogging is great because it's like I'm talking to myself but nobody looks at me and laughs...or maybe they do. Stop laughing!

Blogging is like having a conversation with your friends and nobody interrupts you. However, you do have to wait a little while for a response which can be a little frustrating sometimes.

I love Google Analytics (thanks Samuel). I can see where and how often people view my blog. It's like stalking, but not really. Okay, well yeah, it is. I'm stalking all of you.

Sometimes I go back and re-read my old blogs (like I've been doing this for so long or something...sheesh! It's only been about a month). And then I re-read all of your comments (again more stalking). And then I laugh because we are all so funny!

When I'm in a meeting or driving or just plain bored, I try to effectively use that time to plan my blogs. Like I don't have anything else to think about but my blog. Seriously. Sometimes though, I do have unplanned blogs. Like this one. I just sat down to look up something else entirely on the internet and just started writing this.

There are days when I will check my blog before my e-mail. Scary, I know, but true.

Does everyone out there love it as much as I do? Just wondering. (Not wandering, mind you, but wondering. I do wander...quite often. Right now I'm doing both.)

Millie Loves the Sunshine

Hey, if everyone else out there can post pictures of their kids and blog about how incredibly adorable they are, why can't I do the same with my baby? I mean, I know she is Satan's spawn and all but she's just so dang cute!

What a Girl Wants

I recently read White Eyebrows' blog, Celebrating Singleness: Two Contrasting Articles, and I just want to say that I did have something to say about it, but 1) it took me a while to realize what it was, 2) I couldn't really put my finger on it because it wasn't so much about his blog, but about the article, Marry Him! (The case for settling for Mr. Good Enough), and 3) what I had to say needed it's own blog.
Basically, in this article, this woman tells the story of how she broke up with all of her boyfriends when she was in her 20s and early 30s, decided she really wanted a baby, chose to be a single mom by going to a sperm bank, and now regrets her choices and just wants another person around to help with the burden of childcare, thus making her case for settling.
Let me just make this very clear to all of you out there who care or don't care...
I'M NOT SETTLING!
No, I'm not looking for Mr. Perfect...Mr. Perfect doesn't want anything to do with me. I mean, he hasn't even introduced himself yet (if I ever met Mr. Perfect, he would introduce himself because well, he's perfect.) Seriously though, if Mr. Perfect did want anything to do with me, he would have perfectly introduced himself to me at my perfect marrying age of 23 and we would be living our perfect lives making everyone else around us sick.
Okay, anyways, I'm not settling. After giving it some thought, here are the things I will not settle on:
1) He has to go with me to the temple. Not just to get married, but my hubby and I will be a temple attending couple.
2) He has to love me and I have to love him. I don't mean that I need flowers all the time or some huge stupid teddy bear at Valentine's or little hearts floating around on my screen saver or anything, but I just want someone that wants to be with me.
3) He has to make me laugh and I have to make him laugh. Anything else would just be depressing.
Everything else is either covered under one of these three things (like abuse...well, that wouldn't make me laugh, nor would he be going to the temple with such behavior so I won't settle for that), or is something that I can learn to live with and fall in love with.
Now, here's why I won't settle: I'm happy with my life right now. If I had to spend eternity with another person and they couldn't give me those three things, it would just be miserable. So, if I'm happy right now, why would I trade that in for misery? That's just it...I wouldn't. And even if I was unhappy, or if I become an unhappy person, I am the only person I need to please to make myself happy again.
So here's my advice to the Settling Lady who wrote that article: It's your own stupid fault for passing up all sorts of great guys because you "never viewed the world through quite the same lense" or you were "a half-note off". Don't counsel me that I should grab the first male that walks past me just because he has a heartbeat and sperm for my unborn children. If all you want is another warm body to help you take care of your kid, get a nanny!

I don't wanna touch it.

I have never minded having to touch certain gross things. It's never bothered me to stick my hand in a garbage disposal (turned OFF of course) and pull out nasty chewed up food. It's never bothered me to stick my hand in a pumpkin and pull out pumpkin guts. It's never bothered me to change a dirty diaper. I mean, hands wash. And not to mention, you lose skin at an alarming rate every time you touch something so even if you weren't able to scour and scrub and disinfect, it would come off by the end of the day anyways. Not that I would ever choose this option, and not that I ever have...just clarifying. There is one thing though that I can't bring myself to touch. It's this package of meat in my fridge. It's been there for a few weeks. I bought it with the intention of cooking it, but to all those that truly know me, it is no surprise that it's still sitting in my fridge. Now, don't worry. It's in a sealed package. Airtight. In fact, the meat is still red...on top at least it is. So it's not like this rancid meat is contaminating everything else in my fridge. And it doesn't smell either. But everytime I open my fridge, I just look at it and think, "I need to just throw that out." Then I stare at it for a few minutes trying to bring myself to reach down and grab it...but I just can't. It's not like it's gross or anything. It even looks like it would still be good (although I will never NEVER in a million years open that package!). So why am I so hesitant to even touch it? Why can't I just pick it up and chunk it in the trash? *sigh* One of these days I am going to get fed up with myself and I'll throw it away and then I'll wonder what the big deal was. For right now though, it's just going to sit in the fridge cause I don't wanna touch it.

Creeeeeepy!

There are about a thousand other things I should be doing right now, but blogging is what I want to do so that is what I'm going to do. Okay, there isn't a thousand things. Just one. I should be writing my talk for Sunday...I'm really just procastinating. Writing this blog won't take long. Great! Now I'm rationalizing. Whatever. I've started and it's just easier to finish.

So there is this guy that lives two floors above me. I don't know his name but he's creepy so let's call him Ben. Like the Ben on Lost. I have had a few run-ins with Ben since moving into my apartment last summer and each one has left me thinking, "That guy is weird." Here they are in cronological order:

1) Last August I was hauling all of my teacher junk home that currently lines my bedroom wall. I thought I was being wise in loading all of my boxes onto a dolly and then rolling them to my door. Turns out that wasn't so wise because just as soon as I shoved them up the sidewalk and through the gate, everything went spilling everywhere. Who shows up at that exact moment but Ben. He ever so kindly helps me carry my boxes and spillage to my apartment where he informs me that a couple of guys used to live in my apartment. (Who cares?) He asks me if I am just moving in and I explain to him that I'm moving all of my teacher stuff home b/c I just got a position as a librarian. He then tells me that he is writing a book. (Why is this guy home in the middle of the day? I work at a school, so I have summers off...that's my excuse. What's his?) Our conversation goes on and I think I asked him about his family or something, because I remember him telling me that he doesn't have a family and that he was raised by nuns. It was one of those awkward, uncomfortable moments when you don't really know what to say next, so you don't say anything at all. So after Ben helps me with the last box, I thank him politely and he just nods at me and walks off. We'd had an entire "get to know you" conversation and he can't even say, "It was nice to meet you." or any other polite good-bye phrase. He just walks off. Weird.

2) This next instance happened somewhere around October or November. I hadn't really seen Ben very much, just in passing where we would say hello to each other. So this one morning, it was about 5:00 or 6:00 am, I wake up to voices outside my bedroom window. I only have this one window in my apartment and the only thing outside my bedroom window is a fence that meets with the building, so there's nothing there but grass, and it doesn't go anywhere, so there's no reason for anyone to be out there. Of course I'm curious, so I take a little peeky through the blinds and right there, not 2 inches away from my window is Ben! Holy crap! What is he doing? He's stomping around in the grass and talking to some girl. Hmmm...maybe he's looking for something, but I don't know what b/c there's nothing there. Weird.

3) February-ish time: I have forgiven Ben for stomping around outside my window in the wee hours of the morning. He hadn't done it since. At least not that I know of. I'm driving home one day and I see him walking from a house in the neighborhood down the street from our complex. Everyone knows that apartment people don't mix with house people in the same neighborhood. Weird.

4) Yesterday I was sitting in the living room enjoying the lovely weather with my back door open and Ben walks right by. My back door and bedroom window share the same wall. The only people that ever walk by my back door are the guys that mow the lawn...like I said, there's nothing there but grass. He walks by, and then walks back. Like he's checking on something. Weird.

I'm just sayin' is all...it's weird.

I'm Not Carla!

Basically, I just wanted to blog because I'm really kind of sick of that Care Bears picture popping into view every time I look at my blog and I'm sure you are all sick of it too. This blog really does have a purpose and a focus though, so let me get to it...


I am the new librarian at my school this year and I love it, love it, LOVE IT! It's pretty much the best job ever in my opinion. I love reading and sharing and finding and talking about books all day. That may sound boring to some of you, but for a book-a-holic, it's nothing short of greatness. Most librarians would agree with me. In fact, I have yet to meet one that wouldn't agree with me. Even the old librarian, Carla, misses it and comes back to visit every once in a while. Which brings me to my next point...Carla. She was amazing. A-mazing. Now, I don't know about any of you, but trying to follow in the footsteps of someone who was amazing, is not an easy thing for a beginner to do. It is slightly intimidating. Okay, it's really intimidating. I just don't like to think about it because then I get discouraged. Now, I'm not berating myself or anything, I know that I'm doing the best I can and that I'm learning as I go and I know that everyone else knows that too. My school family is wonderful and supportive and I love them to death.


But there is this one teacher. She's not really even a teacher, she's an aide that only works at our school half-time. We'll call her Mrs. N. Mrs. N. like to point out things to me that Carla used to do that I don't do. For instance, the teacher work room is in the back of the library, and for anyone who has ever worked in a school before, you know that the teachers are just as bad as the kids about cleaning up after themselves. Mrs. N. comes out of the teacher work room one day and announces to me, "Oh, I'm so glad I got that all straightened up in there. That took me forever!" To which I reply, "Oh, thanks. I haven't even been in there all week long. It's been kind of busy this week." Mrs. N. says, "Well, Carla used to keep that straightened up back there." I think, "No she didn't. I was a teacher at this school last year and spent a considerable amount of time in the work room that was hardly ever straight and organized." I don't say that though. Instead I say, "*sigh* I'm trying Mrs. N. I'm sorry." I know I shouldn't have to apologize, but sometimes people just say things to you in a way that makes you feel guilty at the moment and that's how I felt, so I apologized for not being Carla at that moment. Then Mrs. N. says, "Oh, well that's okay. You're still learning your job. We can't expect you to do everything." Really? Is that why you just made me feel guilty for not being amazing? And since when is cleaning up after other people one of my job requirements?



And here's the biggie...the plants. Mrs. N. brought these plants for the library at the beginning of the year because she and Carla really liked them and Carla would water them and Carla would take care of them. Did I mention that I'm not Carla? Yeah, I like these plants too, but no I don't ever remember to water them and no, I don't have the foggiest idea how to take care of them other than watering them which I don't ever remember to do. I'm pretty sure I've actually killed one of them. So on Thursday of last week, Mrs. N. comes through the library and reminds me to water the plants before I leave. Actually she reminded me all week long but I was waiting for Thursday so that I could give them lots of water before Spring Break. Guess what I forgot to do on Thursday before I left?


I think I'm going to invest in some fake plants for the library.

Care Bears Stare!

Question:

If you were a Care Bear, what would be on your tummy?

What do you think would be on my tummy? I haven't found my brain yet so I can't think of anything.

Nectar of the Gods

Okay, so here is my most favoritest soda on the face of the earth. If you have not had the pleasure of trying this delicious beverage, you need to stop what you are doing right now, go to Target and get some.

Okay, are you back? Now, take a drink! Isn't it good? See, I wasn't joking. It's tangy and sweet, but not too sweet. It's 12 fluid ounces of "Bibita Naturale D'Italia"...whatever that means...it's on the bottle. Oh! And the bottle! Did I mention that this comes in a glass bottle? For all you soda lovers out there, you know this is one of the top 3 qualifiers of excellent soda. It is also a product of Italy. *sigh* Need I say more? Probably not, but I'm going to anyways. Hmm...Natural Drink of Italy...got it!

So even when you've had an insanely crazy day/week, even when the weather is beautiful yet you have spent your entire day inside, even when you cooked a DiGiorno pizza and left the cardboard on the bottom thus making the middle of your pizza soggy and disgusting, a nice refreshing bottle of Peach Pear Italian Soda makes it all better.....

Where did I put that?

I am referring to my mind...I think I lost it. Seriously. Has anyone seen it lately? Maybe it's buried on my desk that has turned into a mountain of junk. Maybe it's on one of the three carts full of books. Maybe it's buried under the piles of stuff on the floor or even the piles of junk on the circulation desk. Yes, I have two desks, two computers, two phones...which just makes it all the worse. Okay, but really guys, if you have seen my brain anywhere, will you please let me know? I sit down and think, "I have so much to do!" and then I make a list and then I start working on things that are not on the list and therefore the list never gets done. Like right now, blogging is not on the list. Sometimes I even loose the list. I just want Friday to come. Friday I have no school. I can look for my brain all day. This post makes absolutely no sense to me when I go back and read it. You wanna know why? I've lost my mind. I can't even put a coherent story together. Maybe I should put up flyers around the school like Luna Lovegood does in Harry Potter. She blames it on some crazy made up creature. Snarfblats or something. I don't remember. I'm going to stop now. If you have made it through this blog and haven't developed a serious case of ADD, congratulations.

Just Guess

Guess what I found today?

Here's my survey

In the world of e-mail, there are these surveys that go around where you have to answer all of these dorky questions and then you send it back out to your friends so they can "see how well they know you." They are your friends! How could they not know you? When I first started getting them, I would just ignore them because I thought they were retarted. Then I started getting tagged as the "person least likely to respond". So I started responding, but I would ummm...exaggerate a bit, if you will. I mean, hey, if these people really know me, they know that my life is really not that exciting but if they don't really know me, what do I care? Reading a survey won't give them any insight either.

So apparently these surveys go around in the blogging world too.... :)

I was tagged.
1.) Each player answers the question about themselves.
2.) At the end of the post, the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, and then leaves a comment on their blog letting them know they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog to get the directions."

Questions:
a) What were you doing 10 yrs ago?

Umm...let's see. I was 12 years old, so I was in 6th grade. I was not gawky and my entire body was completely proportionate. I spent all of my time writing letters to my congressman and brushing up on my Italian while refusing calls from boys that called my house 10-12 times a day.

b) List 5 things on your list of things to do today

Find the USB and DC cords that the teacher lost.
Find the USB and DC cords that the teacher lost.
Find the USB and DC cords that the teacher lost.
Find the USB and DC cords that the teacher lost.
Find the USB and DC cords that the teacher lost.

c) Name 5 things you would do if you were to suddenly become a Billionaire

Pay Wentworth Miller to marry me. Oh, and I guess I could splurge for a USB and DC cord for the school's digital camera.

d) Reveal 3 Bad Habits

I'm too giving.
I'm too loving.
I'm too humble.
I'm an overacheiver.

e) Name all the Places you have lived

Why is "Places" capitalized? Who designed this survey? I'm not answering this question. Places should not be capitalized. Billionare shouldn't have been capitalized either.

f) List the Jobs you've had

Fine, I'll answer this one, but just so you know, "Jobs" shouldn't be capitalized. I'm sure you noticed that already.
I play M.A.S.H. a lot when I get bored. Here are a few M.A.S.H jobs I have had:
Toilet Paper Quilter
American Idol Air Guitar Champion
Denture Model
Men's Hair Removal Consultant
Deoderant Tester
Sock Darner
Parade Pooper Scooper
Statue Wiper (we were in Italy when we came up with that one :)

Here are all the people I tag to take the survey next:
Edward
Jasper
Rosalie
Emmett
Alice
Carlisle
Esme
Bella
Jacob
Charlie

I am just not in love with today

First of all...my alarm clock went off. Then my alarm on my phone went off. Then my alarm went off again because I hit snooze. Then my alarm on my phone went off again because I hit snooze. Who ever thought that a snooze button and/or function was a good idea was an idiot. Then again, I'm an idiot for using it in the first place. Just get up already!

When I get to school, I walk into the library as a teacher is walking out and she says to me, "Looks like you have a flood in there." And then the stench hits me. Whoa Nellie! Our materials center is in this little room at the back of the library and for some reason, when it was designed, someone thought we needed a sink back there. Why do you need a sink right next to the copy machine in a room full of BOOKS? So I bet you can guess what happened last night/early this morning. A pipe busted and the entire room was flooded. Not the whole library, just that little room. And did I mention that it stinks?

Third, a teacher that has video taped some of her students doing something or another wants to watch it this morning, but she can't get it hooked up to the TV. I can't either. So I suggest that we download it on her laptop and they can watch it through that. Ureka! Why didn't I think of that before? "So Mrs. So-and-So, where is the USB cord?" "What's a USB cord? These two cords are the only ones that were in the case when I got the camera." "Who had it before you?" "I don't know, someone just left it on my desk." Great. If I don't have those cords, this camera is pretty much useless. So I sent out two e-mails to everyone using a huge font size and red letters demanding the cords back. It was like a screaming e-mail.

And it's only 11:45am.

Can someone just invent a universal cord for me please? One of my tech friends maybe...Sam? Travis? Krish? Adam? Anyone? I just need one cord that plugs into EVERYTHING. Can you please just invent that for me? And if you could get that done before 3:00pm today, that would be GREAT!

Ummm...that picture is crooked

So since Alison beat me to the punch posting about her OCD-ness, this blog is dedicated to her.

Alison...this is why we are friends:

I am OCD about...

Where I park at Wal-Mart or Target - I will lose my car if I do not park between rows 8 and 9 at Wal-Mart and since Target doesn't number their rows, I have to park on the right side of the store. I spent 15 minutes pushing the panic button on my keychain one night because I decided to live on the edge.

Checking my e-mail and blog. Okay, and reading other peoples blogs too - tomorrow and for the next 3-4 days, I will probably check my blog 725,892,104 times just to see who has posted a comment on this blog.

Milk - once it has reached the "sell by" date, it's a gonner. And sometimes it's a gonner before that. Like if there is a ring on the inside of the jug because it has been sitting for a day or two without me using it, it's a gonner. Or if the cap gets crusty...gonner. It's just not right.

Onions - I live by a strict code of conduct that states, "All onions will be thoroughly removed from all food that is to enter Rhia's mouth. Furthermore, if there is any question about onions being put on food ordered at a restaurant, it will be requested to come without onions." Friends and family members alike can attest that I don't break this rule...EVER.

The alphabet - I'm just obsessed with it. I can't help it. I'm a librarian people! C'mon!!! If you need your DVD collection alphabetized, I'm your girl. Even if you don't want your DVDs alphabetized, I might just do it anyways, so WATCH OUT!

My books - Once again...librarian! Seriously though, this one kind of conflicts with the alphabet compulsion. I like my books organized by size. I've had to suppress this compulsion since organizing by the alphabet is the only way to find things when you have a large collection...like in a library.

Picking at things - this one is slightly embarassing but kind of a biggie, so I couldn't leave it out. Okay, so it's not really picking, but peeling. Got a sunburn? Yes, you can call me in a few days to come peel your skin. It's fun! Everybody does it and you know it!

Songs - when I hear a song I like, I buy it and then listen to it constantly. Like all the time. It goes on repeat over and over again. This is a true compulsion. It physically hurts to listen to other songs when I want to listen to my one and only. Then I get sick of it and move on.

My temple chair - one time we had a bunch of people over for dinner and as chairs were short in our apartment, I brought my coveted temple chair out for me to sit on (me...I'm the only one allowed, so if you're thinking of sitting in my chair, think again and find another chair...I'm not lying). Well, I got up to get the door, and when I did, this random guy (I don't even remember him except for this one instance) sat in my chair. MY TEMPLE CHAIR! WITH FOOD IN HIS LAP! I'm not outwardly rude about it, so I won't command you to get out of my chair or lose your life, but I will glare. I was really quiet for the rest of the evening. Is it wrong to be so incredibly non-Christ-like about a chair that came from the temple?

TV shows - I can re-cap any episode from Lost and you'll feel like you were actually there watching it. I remember what everyone says and sees and does. I found I had this special gift when I used to watch Alias. I made Janette sit and listen to me for an obscene amount of time while I re-capped 2 1/2 seasons of Alias one evening. Okay, so it's not a gift. It's an obsession with a fictional world.

Mah Jong Tiles - I finally had to just pay the $19.95 and buy the deluxe version. I actually make Mah Jong goals for myself and work hard to accomplish them. No, I won't tell you my goals. And don't think that you can come over to my place and sit at my computer and play my favorite game and think that I'll leave you alone. I'll stand right next to you and tap at the screen while saying, "That one and that one. That one and that one. That one and that one."

Misspelled words - this is my biggest one. BIGGEST! I almost literally gave birth to a cow when this lady e-mailed me the other day and said, "I hope this made since!" Nope, didn't make since to me! I WILL call you out on this one, but if I do, I'll just make fun of you. Sorry, can't help it. It's funny! Didn't you laugh when you read "I hope this made since"?

And Alison, I really do have SARS mask...and I'm really worried that someday we will ALL have to use them. So stock up people! Stock up! It's coming. I have strong feelings about West Nile too, but that is another blog for another day.



I have more, but uh...it's kinda late and a girl's got to have SOME secrets right?

And by the way, about my temple chair, if you sit in it (which you are not allowed to do so don't even think about it!), I'll stand next to it and stare at it for a full 5 minutes or more after you leave trying to convince myself that what just happened didn't really just happen.

Meeeee-ata!

I love my Miata. Plain and simple. It goes fast, I hardly ever have to be the one to drive when with friends, it's just the right size for me, it's cute, and did I mention that it goes fast? (Think younger Ricky Bobby here from Talladega Nights, "I wanna go fast!")




So, I was at Sonic yesterday with the windows down enjoying my lettuce wrap (because seriously, there were maybe two peices of chicken in it, half of a slice of tomato, and a whole lotta lettuce) and right in front of me a red Mazda Miata passes. Except this was no ordinary Miata. This Miata had a trailer hitch. Yes folks, a trailer hitch. Now I am sure you are asking yourself the very same question I was asking myself right then: What on earth can a Miata tow? We are talking about a car that shakes when the wind blows hard! It wasn't built with horsepower in mind here! After some thought and posing this question to a few friends, I've come up with a list of things that I think a Miata can tow:

skateboard

red wagon

baby stroller (minus the baby of course)

bicycle

scooter

grocery cart

lawn mower

pair of roller skates

maybe a person on roller blades ("It would be really nice if you could pull me into town")

Please feel free to add to the list.

On another note, I was watching TV with some friends tonight and an advertisement came on for a CD of inspirational music (you know, songs like "Awesome God" and "God is in the House") and someone voiced the thought: I wonder if Muslims have inspirational music too? Hmmmm...