Before-the-Weekend-BS

What obsolete skill are you?

You are 'Gregg shorthand'. Originally designed to enable people to write faster, it is also very useful for writing things which one does not want other people to read, inasmuch as almost no one knows shorthand any more.You know how important it is to do things efficiently and on time. You also value your privacy, and (unlike some people) you do not pretend to be friends with just everyone; that would be ridiculous. When you do make friends, you take them seriously, and faithfully keep what they confide in you to yourself. Unfortunately, the work which you do (which is very important, of course) sometimes keeps you away from social activities, and you are often lonely. Your problem is that Gregg shorthand has been obsolete for a long time.
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Excellent!

Roadchick's friend and former yarn pimp, Sheila, honored the Roadtrip with the Excellent Award pictured to the right in the sidebar. Cool! Thanks Sheila!

The Rules: By accepting this Excellent Blog Award, you agree to award it to 10 more people whose blogs you find Excellent Award worthy. You can give it to as many people as you want but please award at least 10. You deserve this! Feel free to recognize blogs that have already received this award.

1. Heather at dky bar and grill
2. Susan at Random Moments
3. Autrice at Bemused Muse
4. Laurie at Crazy Aunt Purl
5. Killer and Liz at Killer Rants
6. Neil at Citizen of the Month
7. Fringes and Q at Naked Pictures
8. Pacian at Space Cat Rocket Ship
9. Woo Woo at 2 Boys & An Angel
10. Kim at Embroider the Silence

Since the 'chick likes to change it up a little, she is not going to post at the winners' blogs - hopefully they're reading her as often as she reads them and will see they've won an award on their own. If you're feeling generous, leave a comment for them and let them know that you found them through the Roadtrip.

And to anyone that the 'chick did not mention - she still loves you, but linking is a biatch.

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To all the parents out there:

It never gets any easier to watch your child have his heart broken.

Rockboy and his long-time girlfriend broke up over the weekend and it has been one of the most painful things to witness EVER.

Does anyone ever really forget that instant of numb shock before the full body blow of pain crashes, feeling like it starts in the middle of the chest before radiating out to every point of the body?

How do you tell him (so that he really understands) that it DOES get better, that it's much better to get back into a routine as fast as possible (go to school, go to work, stay busy) than hiding under the covers even though that feels so safe?

You expect to stay up all night when your kids are babies - not when they are almost 19 - but you can't leave him alone when he hurts so badly and you're afraid that he might take off in his car or do something to hurt himself.

Advice to the lovelorn in comments. . .

Space for Rent

What Roadchick Means

You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something. You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense. You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun. You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life. You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you. At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself. You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality. You are balanced, orderly, and organized. You like your ducks in a row. You are powerful and competent, especially in the workplace. People can see you as stubborn and headstrong. You definitely have a dominant personality. You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily. You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind. A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable. You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out. Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia. Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person. You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing. You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long. You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start. You are a seeker of knowledge, and you have learned many things in your life. You are also a keeper of knowledge - meaning you don't spill secrets or spread gossip. People sometimes think you're snobby or aloof, but you're just too deep in thought to pay attention to them.

What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?

Roadchick Scissorhands

As Roadchick headed out the front door. . .

Redneck: Where are you going with those scissors?

Roadchick: Southern Living says you should trim your monkey grass in March.

Redneck: And you're going to do that outside?

Roadchick: ---

And then the 'chick's head exploded.



(Lest there be any confusion, a photo of monkey grass is shown below.)

Rolling Snake Eyes

If it weren't for bad luck, the 'chick would have no luck at all.

It all started last Thursday. The 'chick had a visit to do for work and the house is out in the country. In Tennessee, you know you're in the country when the directions to the house include the phrase "turn off the paved road". The 'chick turned off the paved road.

When she got to the house, she parked in the gravel driveway and went inside. Everything was fine. She went back to her car and managed to step in about 12 inches of mud. Which she immediately tracked into her car. All over the floor mats. After arriving back at her office, the mud was dried to dirt and proceeded to fall off her shoes all over the carpeting and chair mat. (The cleaning crew at the office did not clean it up so the 'chick finally did it today, with Windex.)

On Friday, the 'chick had more visits to do (in the pouring rain, of course) and needed to fill up her car. She pulled up to the pump and got out into what she naturally assumed was a puddle of rainwater. After pumping her gas and getting back into the car to continue on her merry way, she realized that it was NOT rainwater - it was gasoline in that puddle. Nothing like adding a layer of gasoline to the ground in mud already on the floor mats. She went through the rest of the day halfway high from the fumes wafting up from her feet. (There is no cleaning crew at the 'chick's house so she hosed off her own floor mat and it is sitting on her front porch, drying.)

On Saturday, the 'chick played it low-key and stayed home except for a quick trip to Walmart for some basic supplies.

On Sunday, Redneck had promised to take the 'chick to the
Southern Select Alpaca Show. (The 'chick is interested in such things because she is a knitter and also a Southerner and it is expected that at some point you will traipse around some kind of fairground to gaze at animals.) The 'chick has been to Shelbyville TN many times and knows how to get there. Redneck, who has NEVER been to Shelbyville TN in his LIFE thought it would be faster to go on the interstate. The 'chick said "ok" and the two of them proceeded to get completely lost to the point that they had to stop and buy a MAP to find their way BACK to Shelbyville TN. After much circling in Shelbyville, they finally found Calsonic Arena where the alpacas were being shown. It was so late in the day that a great many of them had already gone home. Figures.

A little later, Redneck and the 'chick decided to go eat at Applebee's. The 'chick ordered a BBQ chicken sandwich which came with so much BBQ sauce that the 'chick managed to get it on her hands, the sleeve of her hoodie, and down one leg of her jeans. Applebee's was out of the molten chocolate cake thing that Redneck & the 'chick love so they headed to Sonic for a hot fudge cake sundae thing. While cautiously eating that, the 'chick managed to drip hot fudge down the front of her white t-shirt . . . the one item of clothing that had not been liberally coated in BBQ sauce.

After starting a load of laundry (the white t-shirt soaking in pre-treat), the 'chick climbed into bed, pulled the covers over her head, and announced her intention of not coming out anymore until the weekend was completely over.

Your weekend (or stain removal tips) in comments.