Road Conversations...

For those of you who have had the distinct pleasure of driving with me, you know that I view myself as not having road rage but as having road conversations with my fellow drivers. Sometimes people just need to be educated about the correct way to operate a vehicle. I do this not out of anger but out of care and concern for my fellow drivers. I know you peeps from the south feel the car horn is like yelling and cursing but it really is a great communication tool. A light tap of the horn can communicate things like:

"Hey, don't know if you noticed but the light has turned green and that means you can go. You're welcome :) "

- OR -

"Next time you decide to make a lane change, please look in your mirror and check to make sure you have enough space to enter said new lane. Also, a signal is a great way to let me know you would like to get into my lane. Thank you mighty kindly."

Now, sometimes an education lesson takes on a little different tone. For example, a month ago I was on an access road to get onto 285. It's an access road I used for three years when I lived in Dunwoody. I'm in the far left lane which can turn left or go straight. The light turns green and I accelerate. As I start to go straight, the lady in the lane to the right of me, decides she is going to turn left. Yes folks, I'm going straight and she is trying to turn left in front of me.

I slammed on my breaks when I realized what was happening and managed not to hit her. I'm not sure how I accomplished this feat but I'm thinking it was God's mercy. After I avoided hitting her, I did what anyone would do in that situation. I employed my horn (loud and long) to communicate to her that she was currently a danger to herself and others. I was totally shaking and my heart was pounding in my chest.

As I'm getting onto 285, I start to doubt myself. I start wondering if I was in the wrong. Had the DOT changed the lanes on that access road? Did I not pay attention to the signs because I'm so familiar with the area? OH NO, did I almost hit that poor lady?

These thoughts have been crossing my mind for the last month and I've really felt bad about it. Today I used the access road again. Well, see for yourself:

I wasn't at fault. I had read the signs correctly. Why do I automatically assume I'm in the wrong and beat myself up for a month about it? I have no answer to this question. I just know I will be more cautious in these types of situations. Just because I know I can turn left or go straight, doesn't mean the gal next to me does. Yikes!

A little word

Psalm 42: 5 - 6
Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why so disturbed within me?

Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.

Psalm 62: 5 - 7
Find rest, O my soul, in God alone;
my hope comes from him

He alone is my rock and my salvation;
he is my fortress, I will not be shaken.

My salvation and my honor depend on God;
he is my mighty rock, my refuge.

I wanted to share just in case anyone else was feeling out of sorts and in need of some encouragement.

Rules for Sippie Cups

I know that I'm known as being "particular" when people are being polite or "anal" when people are being truthful. And I'm okay with that, it is who I am. With that said, I realized today that I have a rule for sippie cups. Yes, I'm absolutely being serious. You see, the lids absolutely can't match the cup. They have to be different colors like so:
Under no circumstances should the lid and cup match. I can't even tell you how bad it hurt to take this next picture:
I find myself organizing the cups and lids as I'm taking them out of the dishwasher to make sure I don't end up with a match. If I do, I figure out what lids need to be changed.

My world is slightly insane. I'm not afraid to admit it. However, I know you have "rules" too. What are you particular about?

The Death Star

Conversation between Luke and me:

Luke: What did you do at work today?
Me: I had some meetings, answered some emails,
Luke: Why?
Me: Because people asked me questions.
Luke: What type of questions?
Me: Well, questions about getting into a Bible study.
Luke: About Star Wars?
Me: No

Once I said no to Star Wars, he quickly changed topics. No more chatting about my work. Apparently, if I don't work on the Death Star and report to Darth Vader, my job isn't worth talking about. You have to love the three year old mind :)

I need a wife...

Working full-time, new baby, little boy, husband, household to manage.... Man, I'm tired.
I've been thinking it would be great if I had a wife. She could do budgeting, run to the post office and dry cleaners, do the laundry, and etc. It would really make my life easier. However, Dan says a wife is more trouble then she is worth. Since he has 14 years of experience with having a wife, I might want to heed his warning :)

My baby boy is 3

We celebrated Luke's birthday today and I can't believe he is three. He is no longer a baby and definitely not a toddler. He is a little boy. Here are some pics from the family celebration:

Theme: Star Wars

Star Wars cake from Cold Stone

Luke enjoying his cake

Luke enjoying a laugh with Grandma

Fabuloso!

Which is how my house smells after using this fine cleaning product :) Fabuloso!! It is so fun to say and smells good. Yeah!! It's the little things that give my joy :)