See, I DO Have a Heart

The very energetic man who I referred to as the magician at work has been out for almost two months getting a bone marrow transplant to treat his bone cancer. An acquaintance told be about a website used by patients facing serious medical issues to stay in touch with friends and gather support--I had never heard of this site, but since then I have come across three different families who have been using it for their issues. It is absolutely wonderful, and I encourage others to use this when they are in difficult health situations or to lend their support to families in need: http://www.caringbridge.org/

Another Debate

We have many friends who are avid motorcycle enthusiasts--people who love cruisers and/or "crotch rockets". And we inevitably have some arguments with these people over proper road ettiquette--particularly with California motorcyclists. What brought this to mind was a recent article posted by the San Diego Union Tribune's site here. When we lived in sunny San Diego (which we miss every single day)--driving with terrible motorcyclists became the bain of our existence. I believe it's worse here than any other city I've lived in because 1. the weather is so awesome that many more people own & ride motorcycles and 2. the close proximity of many large military bases equals lots of young testosterone-filled males who over-aggressively speed & weave through traffic. Making the situation much worse is that California law has a grey area which allows motorcyclists to drive between vehicle lanes. This is what led Brad Pitt to have his little incident in the picture above. (Yes, that is Brad Pitt.)

When we lived in San Diego, Bryan had a big, nasty, beat-up redneck K-5 Blazer--we loved that damn thing! He had a motorcyclist come up on his rear quarter, carelessly weaving between the lanes, who ended up clipping the Blazer--falling over just like Brad Pitt. Bryan swears he heard applause from the other cars on the Coronado bridge that morning, and we've laughed about that incident ever since. However, we later ended up in a heated argument about it with a woman who thinks motorcyclists have every right to weave between lanes...are these people out of their minds? If it was me in my then-new Trans Am, I would've probably got out and beat the shit out of that guy for denting my car!

I don't mind sharing the road with these people--I enjoy riding motorcycles myself--but I cannot be responsible for their recklessness and stupidity.

And that's all I have to say about that.

Pass the Xanax

Remember a few days ago when I let loose some pent up energy on the copier at work? I almost had another episode today... and because I don't carry a psychiatrist in my pocket (maybe I should?)--I have no pills that will magically make everything better. Or do I?

Check out my super-sized bottle of homemade Xanax! (It's even better than the knock-offs I could buy in Mexico!)

No longer will I sit and stew while listening to all those whiny men complain about following rules. Now I can sit back, pop one of my special pills, and soak in the chocolatey goodness--pretending to listen to complaints while getting lost in dreamy thoughts about chocolate...