Two for the Price of One!

I went to the DMV to get a replacement license this morning. It was raining. I waited outside the office in the rain for 20 minutes then once the doors opened I waited another 30 minutes to be told: THE SYSTEM IS DOWN. So they are kind enough to issue me a license receipt on flimsy paper. I have a library card that is more sturdy. The guy hand wrote is for God sakes. I was not happy. My piece of paper was free of charge.
So I go back to the DMV later today to get a license as I want to be able to rent mopeds on our upcoming vacation and I need to be sure I can get a drink as needed. Usually they just reprint your license. No, not today. Since I had stood in the rain this morning and had no clue I would be having my picture taken I looked like ass. My last license photo looked flawless--I had just come from the salon. It expires in May and I will plan my salon visit accordingly.

So after 2 visits to the DMV and $5 I have a new awful looking license! Yay!

Yay for Rain!

It is raining! I will be singing in the rain today!! This means the DMV will not allow road tests and the line will be significantly lower. I will report later what comes of this.....I think it has moved from book status to magazine status.

Pine-Sol Clean

For reasons I cannot go into at this time I had to go to the Social Security office today. I was there for around two and a half wonderful hours. I have seen first hand where our tax money is going. There were people in neck braces, people so over weight they feel they cannot work, people with multiple babies, and then a few new brides with new last names. I simply needed a replacement card. I had my passport ready, I had printed and carefully filled out all the paperwork-but I was stuck behind the finest in locals I could ever ask for.
There was a cop running the circus. He was the best thing the place had going for it! He sent people out who were talking loudly on cell phones, asked people with screaming babies to take them outside, and made the smokers move from huddling around the door. Thank you!
When you get to the office you have to get a number and wait in the chairs. I was scared of the chairs. I don't want to be that close to people. I was scared of the germ factor, closeness, kids, lack of English, someone being chatty, or any other thing with all the people in a small room. I stood for two hours being thankful that I could. The bathroom door was operated by a push button that held the door for 15 seconds or so. Men would go in the bathroom and get frustrated and just wizz with the door open. It was great! Wish you were there!
Once I got to the window the woman helping me told me about her cat, blinds in her apartment, and how she cannot get everything together to get her passport. The lady looked just like the Pine-Sol lady with the pronounced gap between her front teeth. They should mail out my new one in five days....yippy!

Tomorrow is the DMV! I can hardly wait!!

I Can See Clearly Now

Today it finally happened.....the mammoth holly tree bush things on the side of our house are gone. I have a wonderful view from the kitchen and also from the media room. It really is nice.
Then I noticed just how good my view is.....
I can see in to the house next door. It is currently vacant and for sale. Not sure if they would be able to see into out home since we are on a slight hill.
The kitties are a bit mad at me for the tearing down of a tree that squirrels, birds and even chipmunks played in for their viewing pleasure. I am thinking an apple tree or fig tree will be planted in the area.....we will see.
The guys that pick up yard trash will be pissed...the pile is friggin' huge!

Crossing Over

I am so over it. The "Cross-Over" cars are killing me. You are not fooling me. No sir, not at all. You may market them as a non-suv, bigger kind of car type of vehicle, but I know the truth. I even gave one a test drive back when the FX45 came out. I thought it was like a sports car with a back pack. Then I came to my senses:

THEY ARE STATION WAGONS

They may not have the ultra hip backward facing seat where as a child I was stuck in a friend's mom's wagon looking at the cars behind us is Atlanta traffic, but they are station wagons.
I got so scared of anything family oriented that I cannot even have a back seat. I love my TT.