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Johnson County Driving

Not to brag or anything, but I am getting paid to sit around and do nothing all day long.

I feel like I should be paying her and not her paying me.  Seriously this is great.  I should go into the business of house sitting.

Because here is the thing, when I am in the apartment, I can always find something to do.  Laundry, cleaning, cooking, etc.  Here, there is nothing.  I can just sit here, take care of my kidlet, and relax.  So I am officially opening myself up for business, if anyone would like me to house sit for them, apply within.  I'll let you know my rate.  Just kidding...kind of.

But anyways, that is not my point of today.  My point of today is to discuss Johnson County drivers.  First, I have to state that in high school, I was voted worst driver of my class--by a landslide.  Which is pretty terrible considering I rarely drove my friends anywhere.  In high school, I hit a curb which ended up bending my a-arm and causing significant damage to my car.  A curb.  Really.  Then, once I was allowed to drive again, I "brushed" a pillar with the side of my car while going through the bank drive-thru.  These are the two best examples of stupidity I could come up with.  I am sure the list is never ending.  

With that said, this post is going to be kinda...pot-calling-the-kettle-black kinda deal, but I do have a point to it...

So this morning, on the way to house sit, I decided that a coffee from McDonald's was a must have.  Luckily, there is one across the street from my apartment.  Apparently, the McDonald's parking lot it also McDonald's speedway.  The front end of my car almost got taken out by a SUV driving through at like 40.   Followed by another car going equally as fast.  Seriously, going 40 mph for 100 yards (approximate length of the parking lot) will not get you anywhere that much quicker.  So then it continues.  Let's all accelerate very quickly, pass as many people as possible, to be the first to slam on the breaks at the red light; the very same red light that everyone else you so rudely cut off and passed is sitting at.  I can't for the life of me understand why people accelerate to a red light.  It's like no one has ever heard of engine breaking.  It is a total lack of courtesy and common sense.  Oh ya, and pretty much everyone of these delightful drivers are also talking on their cell phone. 

And on I435 and K7.  It never fails, there is always one jerk driver that wants to ride everyone's rear and go in and out of traffic.  I get it, you're in a hurry.   Cool, so use the fast lane.  But oh wait, you can't because there is always some dumb-dumb going slow in the fast lane.  Luckily, I am located where I can take either K7 or I435, so I can avoid the terrible traffic if necessary.  And really, the fast lane is usually used for people going 80 mph.  Let's talk about that.  I am sometimes guilty of going over the speed limit, but if you really think about it, going 80 is not going to get you to your destination that much sooner.  And the MPG you loose going that fast and driving so erratically isn't worth the little time you do gain.  

Like I said, I am a terrible driver.  I get that.  But I like to think that I drive somewhat smart.  I may accidentally, unknowingly, run wonderfully terrific drivers off the road, but at least I am getting good MPG and looking cute while doing it, right?  C :  Okay maybe not.  

Alright, my vent is officially over.

Oh ya.   P.S.  I may or may not be a stalker.  I couldn't help but run by the old home.  It was so weird to see someone else's cars and stuff being put into my old home.  I am assuming at some point, I will go visit our old neighbors as many of them weren't just neighbors but also friends.  That will be so strange to visit and witness people living in that house.  What if my neighbors like them better than us?  What if they dig up all of my fabulous flowers and throw them away?  What if they paint the outside of the house bright pink?  How sad would that be?  

Well, I am thinking that is all that I have for today,

Until next time....
 

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