There are two things that drive me crazy!

Ok the first one is something that I don't feel was inherent by birth....needless to say my father always taught me as a kid to be on time to things. My football coach used to say if your five minutes early then you are on time, if you are on time you are late. The thing I hate most is people that show up to things late, and not only that but people who don't stick to a time limit they give you. For instance when I was in high school one of my best friends would always drive to my house on the weekends, and I would get very excited for his arrival. He lived far away so I would call once and ask how far out he was. The problem was he would tell me 15 minutes and wouldn't show up for 45. Now it wouldn't have been a problem if he had just told me 45 so I knew what to expect but that wasn't the case. The other thing that drives me nuts is all other drivers in general. Every other driver on the road that irritates me is automatically a bad driver in my mind. The people that change lanes without signaling or that sit in one of the middle lanes going 62. I know road rage is a bad thing to have but I no longer enjoy driving because of all the stupid drivers.

What if.......

Now although I know this is highly improbably but stick with me for a sec. As people we always seem to be carrying things whether it be a wallet or books. We use things like backpacks and pockets and purses to carry the things that we want with us. Well, just imagine if somehow a person were to develop.....and get this.....a bodily compartment. Essentially a place inside our body accessible through your stomach or hip, where you could keep valuables. Now the person that develops this, is going to need to figure out a way to not interfere with any vital organs nor make it look like you have a 20 pound tumor coming off your hip. Imagine how you could advertise for the new junk trunk. It is something that could be advertised to the masses because it is not a personalized product. If it sold you would have a monopoly on the body compartment market. A girl could actually have.....junk in her trunk.

Oh no am I Turning into my Parents?.....

Oh wait that wouldn't be a bad thing, I would be honored if I could have the life of my parents. This week they are celebrating their 35th wedding anniversary in Cancun. They met when they were sophomores in high school and they have been together ever since. I have never met two people who are more happy in their life than my parents. My mom excelled in high school and was valedictorian of her class and my dad was no dummy either. However my mom decided not to go to college and instead got a job because in those days in Northeast Washington, people didn't really go to college. My dad did a year and a half at University of Washington and decided to drop out and get his real estate license. I am the first person in my family to go to college, and my parents are able to afford it because they work their asses off. Now my beautiful mother is the CFO of the company she works for and my father is a very respected name in his business. If I could grow up and work as hard and be even half as happy in life as my parents, then I would say I am successful. So instead of 'oh no I'm turning into my parents....' its more like 'what more can I do to be more like my parents'.

The Scariest Thing that Ever Happened to Me.....

The scariest thing that ever happened to me occurred while in one of the most beautiful places in the world. My family was in Hawaii, and I couldn't have been older than six or seven. My father and I were snorkeling around in the clear warm waters, I believe on the big island. Either way we were following a large lazy sea turtle examining all the colorful fish and wildlife in the area. I have always been a strong swimmer so we were able to go a couple hundred feet offshore. As we were swimming along in hot pursuit of the turtle, a spear-fisherman crossed our path, dragging behind him a decently long line of fish that he had caught. I didn't think anything of it at the time but now I distinctly remember there being a trail of blood. At that age I didn't put together islands in the pacific plus bleeding fish equals trouble (I guess math wasn't one of my strengths). About seven minutes later, and out of nowhere a huge Black Tip Reef Shark cut us off by no more than four or five feet from our faces. I would estimate this shark to have been around eight feet long, which is a very formidable foe when you are in first grade. But as terrified as I was, i could rely on the fact that my dad would not let anything happen to me and we safely made it back to shore. Luckily for him, he was also a good swimmer because I used his back as a jungle gym the whole way back!

The Moment I Realized I Was Wrong...

The setting was 6th grade, in Mrs. Bearden's class, who was a magnificent instructor, but for some reason i had a habit of using the words "a" and "lot" together, but attaching the two to form one word. I made the mistake over and over again. Each time I made the mistake I would have to write it out more and more times. For some reason it made sense to me for 'alot' to be one word. After making the mistake one too many times and having to write it out 500 times, I finally realized that I was wrong.