Speaking of "God's Special Child"... when we married, both being Complete Atheists, we asked the minister to please refrain from saying anything about God/The Spirit, etc. during the ceremony.
He didn't! He rattled on about how "Our union was blessed by The Lord", we were in God's care, etc etc ad nauseum....
Well, what could we expect, being married in an Elvis chapel in Las Vegas?
I guess the only appropriate response, as we did, is to laugh.
Welcome to my world, folks! ;-)
The interactions I love are when I'm signing to sozlet, people do The Look, then at some point they ask me in that concerned way, "So, is your daughter deaf...?" and I say "No...", and they look relieved, and I say "...I am." Complicated expressions there, I tell ya.
Ha, Soz, that must actually be sorta fun!!!
To all the kids who made fun of my cub in school because of his handicap.... when one of your children or relatives or friends children is born with a handicap remember my boy mother-f*cker.
Dear Gunther, or Florian, or or or Klaus that nearly killed me this morning. Listen to your wife! What posessed you to back in, full speed, right into the biking lane without any looking back? I nearly flew over your car as I slammed the brakes. And you cared enough to roll down the window to yell something in German at me. Lucky that I don't understand. By the way, your wife seemed to have been genuinely embarassed by you. Maybe she should drive next time, all next times. Jerk.
Am I glad I can walk to work every day...
Dear punk-ass baby,
You think you own me? I've got news for you, I'm the father! I'm the father! You go to bed when I say.
....or not.
Dear Idiot drivers going Southbound on Loop 1 in Austin every day at 5pm and come to a dead stand still in the middle of the right hand lane with your big stupid SUV that is so huge no one can get around you and your left blinker on because you can't wait to get into the line of traffic that is moving at 2 miles per hour.....
If you look straight ahead you'll notice the right and lane goes on for another 3/4's of a mile, and there are no cars in front of you, and you can continue to drive at 50 miles per hour and not keep everyone else behind you held up, and save yourself about 20 minutes of sitting in traffic.
You do this every day. You are so stupid you should be sterilized so you cannot breed more stupid people.
Oooh! You're one of those, eh?
Dear punk-ass drivers who think the exit lane is for your personal use, and that you're too special to wait in line like everyone else... YOU'RE WRONG!
Dear your not any better than me, it should take you 1 1/2 hours to get home instead of 20 minutes.
A land 3/4's of a mile from an exit is not an exit lane, it a road. You can drive quite a bit before you have to merge.
and I hope you are enjoying the extra 1 hour and 10 minutes it takes you to get home every day in your gas guzzling behemoth, using up fossil fuels, polluting the environment by idling in traffic and complaining to everyone how bad traffic is.
I am enjoying more than 5 extra hours a week with my family, not speeding, not cutting people off, not tailgating, not endangering anyone, just by using some common sense. Too bad I'm not a breeder.
I hope you are enjoying being a sheep.
Driving while your brain is engaged is a time saver, you should try it.
I AM special. just like everyone else.
Whoa!
The road rage is right here. Better cower, DrewDad, and complain only once she's sped off down that exit lane... ;-)
Dear turd burglars who have the nerve to disagree with me about ANYTHING, who the hell do you think you are?
nimh wrote:Whoa!
The road rage is right here. Better cower, DrewDad, and complain only once she's sped off down that exit lane... ;-)
Nuh uh, as I said, I don't ever cut people off, tailgate, speed (really, I don't ever speed) or flip anyone the bird (how gauche).
I am the Mistress of the Smooth Merge. My driving is a beautiful thing to behold. It is a ballet of driver and machine. I must be preforming well because I don't ever get honked at.
I drive my car like I believe every other car has a baby strapped in it.
Dear punk ass, thanks for polishing the floor in the hall so hard that you hit my door with that big heavy machine. I thought it would break it down. What chemical did you use this time, the smell almost choked me. Then when I went out, I almost slipped and fell on my ass or I could have twisted my leg or ankle. I would have screamed at you a second time but you had left already.
Chai Tea wrote:Nuh uh, as I said, I don't ever cut people off, tailgate, speed (really, I don't ever speed) or flip anyone the bird (how gauche).
But your post was road rage as fierce as any ... oops! :wink:
That, my dear nimh, is my passion for life!
Dear punk asses
who edit the news
why.. oh WHY are you not allowed to tell the truth?
Why oh WHY dont you fight to be able to tell the truth?
why oh why is it easier to just tell sob- happy-foo-foo-bunnyshit stories then the gritty angry truth?
