Just a few things...

that were on my mind this morning as I drove into work.

1) I love leggins. Love them. I don't wear them, but I plan on trying to fix this soon. I'm just not that fashion forward and I have a horrible habit of waiting until a "trend" is on it's tail end before jumping on board. Well, leggins here I come.

2) Wearing leggins requires that you have great shoes. I need great shoes. Most of the shoes in my closet are dusty, scuffed up, and barely hanging on. I was trying to find a good shoe repair shop, but now I'm thinking that my whole collection needs an overhaul.

3) This morning a rabid 18 wheeler drove way too close for my comfort for most of my commute to work. Seriously, I had to go 80 just to get away from his side as he had decided to speed up and ride beside me and then he would fall back and speed up again seemingly wanting to bump me off the road. My plan was to tell whatever police officer that pulled me over that I was only speeding to maintain my safety and give them the truck drivers license number. On second thought I decided I should probably call the "How's my driving" people and report his driving. Lo and behold, of course he didn't have that sticker on his truck. The vehicles that need it most, could care less about what people think of their driving.

4) Large dogs that stand up in the bed of trucks, or stick their heads all the way out of vehicle windows frighten me. I fear that no one has ever explained to them as it was explained to me what could happen if you stick something out of the moving car and it gets caught on something not moving. I believe something along these lines occurred to a drunk man in Bham when his friend was driving him home one night... or maybe I saw it in a movie... hummm.... regardless, I was brought up knowing that you keep all appendages inside of moving vehicles. ALWAYS. (Just looked it up and it was in GA, back in 05. Here's the link to the story if you don't believe.)

5) On yesterday's post I made a comment about only being able to converse about the little mini's poop. I was thinking this morning that whether I'm trapped in the house or out and about, I should still have a repertoire of interesting subjects ready for discussion at any moment. Sadly I do not keep up with the news. In fact if it's not celebrity news then I'm pretty much uninterested. That's pitiful. I can tell you that Kim Kardashian made a naughty video with Ray J (Whitney Houston's current boy toy and the singer Brandi's little brother) that kind of helped put here on the celebrity map (along with her bootie) and now she's dating Reggie Bush who plays with the New Orleans Saints, but I can't tell you if it's been decided that the Democratic presidential candidate will be Hillary or Barrack. I'm thinking that I will log on to USA today and read at least 3 articles a day. Or maybe I'll subscribe to Time magazine (or at least read the one that's left in the work kitchen every week). And then I had the best thought of all. I'm going to call Liz's Jon (who reads the paper EVERYday) and tell him to tell me what's going on in the world. That's kind of killing two birds with one stone. I get the worldly haps and Jon can ease that "I miss Roz" pain that I know he feels daily. Even if his fiance is my fraternal twin with a different birthday...

That's it. Gotta get to work. ummm, really I have to go pump in my car, but that's a whole nother post. ;-)

Oh and here are a couple of pics since I've been reading more and more about people saying a post isn't a post without pics. I present to you, the most interesting person in our house:



Happy Wednesday peps!