Carpool #8: More Then Meets the Eye

I was on my way to work today. The area of interest is a couple miles stretch with nothing but fields on either side.
It was in this area that I saw a flash of light that my brain first registered as the yellow flashing light on a garbage truck, since I had seen one earlier in the morning because today was our trash day. I looked around confused for the source of the light. Nothing.


A second later, I saw another flash of light except this time it looked more like lightning or more of a white light. I thought how odd that first flash was but then thought, well it is supposed to rain today so I thought nothing then of the flashing lights.


A few seconds more time had passed and now I am away from the area the flash’s first occurred. I looked in my mirror and see sparks shooting up and showering down to the ground as a transformer is getting cooked in vast changing array of bright colors. Now it all makes sense. Still, it’s definitely a weird way to start Monday.

Carpool #7-The tale of Pot

Today I didn’t go to work. I scheduled off previously to take care of homework I needed to get caught up on when I was skiing. However, I slept to Noon because of the same cold that has hit the half the U.S.

I didn’t get as much homework done as I wanted but still picked up Allie even though she would prevent any sound studying once I got home.

[Voting story:]
On our way home, I followed a Black Ford Taurus. Two boys were in the front and what made me start paying attention to them was the passenger threw some trash out the window. That instantly makes me mad as I have little patience for littering. As I am watching these two white trash yokels, I see the passenger lean over and pass a one hitter to the driver.

Okay so now they are hippie white trash yokels. They did this for many miles as well as threw more trash. I debated for a while whether I should I have called the cops or leaves these two kids alone. Would you have called the cops? Voting is now OPEN on the Side Bar.

Carpool #6

Allie and I got home from the babysiter and for some reason she was particularly tickled to be home. She was cooing, and then blowing bubbles and then started getting giggly, so I snapped this little number.

Carpool #5

Baby Allie came home today. We left Memorial for the journey to Edwardsville which, for those that don’t know, is mostly Highway driving. Half way home, on Highway 255, an unusual event occurred that I would normally take great interest in this.

50 yards in front of us are two cars locked in game of “Road Rage”. They were swerving back and forth over 3 lanes with the lead vehicle keeping the pursing vehicle from passing. I looked at Kelli and said “Seriously, don’t they know we have a new baby on board?”

Naturally I slowed down to 25 mph to let them get really far ahead but what a crazy incident for Allies first car ride. I hope this isn’t a telling sign of our future car rides with her.

Just another day and life in the Carpool.

Carpool-4

Kelli and I carpooled again today. We have our last and final Baby Class tonight, “Baby Care and Parenting” after work.

So on our way to my work, it occurred to me Kelli was supposed to pay our tax guy for our taxes from April. She hadn’t in 3 months so I did. However, since her farm stuff drug our taxes way down and we weren’t getting a return I told her this was her responsibility.

“Kelli, you owe me money”, I said.
“For what?”
“Taxes that I had to pay for you.”
“Oh.” she shrugged, “How much do I owe you?”
“$100”
She then digs into her purse, pulls out her wallet, she rummages through and finally hands me a $100 Bill. “There. Are we even?”

I looked at her quizzically as this is not a normal routine to have $100 bill just whipped on a whim for us. “What? You said a hundred, right?” she asked

“I guess,” with a confused and scared look as I stuff the $100 into my pocket to bring my total money count I have on me to $101.15.

It just goes to show, I never know what will happen carpooling with Kelli.

Carpool-Day 3

STORY TIME:

My wife, Kelli, and I carpooled again today. We have the second class of three for Child Birth at the Hospital from 6 – 9:30. She gets tired late at night so I like to drive her home so I know she’s safe.

Any who we headed to work and we started off listening to a little country music. It was my donut day (Side Note: The Engineering group I work has a tradition of bringing in donuts every Thursday ever week of the year for the past 8 years. I’m currently in charge of providing a list of who brings on a particular week. On days where there is a holiday on Thursday we move up donut day or back a day, but basically we have donuts every week. If you grab a donut and weren’t on the list, you are now. We’ve tricked a lot of people but they secretly like it. It’s really a cult with aspirations of getting fat). So I run in to get the dozen and a half donuts and I come out and now she’s listening to talk radio. See Carpool Day 1.

That’s fine with me as I know it makes her happy. 30 minutes into the drive I ask her a few questions about the topic at hand, again politics. She answers with some in-depth answers that lead to more questions from me and more in-depth answers from her.

After I pulled up to work, kissed her good-bye, and watched her drive off to go to her work, one thought came to my mind. Kelli is a wonderful person and I enjoy talking to her.

Carpool-Day 2

STORY TIME:

My wife and I headed to work on Friday. We were carpooling a second day in a row (Crazy!!), when Kelli said in a voice I didn't at first catch but turned out to be a rather false sympathy voice as she touched my arm. “Hey there. Are starting to feel sick?....you Sicko !”


In so many ways, I just don’t know how to take her.

Carpool-Day 1

So Kelli and I carpooled together today. I normally broaden my knowledge by listening to music by scanning the channels from Oldies to Alternative Rock so really my knowledge isn’t broadened. Kelli broadens here knowledge by listening to talk Radio.

In this particular said morning, we listened to talk radio and politics was the topic. Of all things the continuing topic of why the Republicans are so retarded and will not just let the war go. It’s a failed war that is only hurting the U.S. and they (Republicans) need to start listening to the Democrats.


Also, in this particular said morning, I realized that even if an “OK” Republican were running for office vs. a “Better” Democratic I would never, ever vote for the Democrat because I’m so tired of listening to the same broken record speech’s. It’s one thing to be against the war, but it’s another to throw around statements such as “See there were no WMD.” “See, this war hasn’t helped.”, and create an illusion among our brethren.


Funny, I guess Saddam killed millions of people with ant spray or weed-b-gone, or is now when we say “Well that doesn’t count, that was in the past.” Ok, Mark McGuire, good answer.


Are you really sure this war hasn’t helped? Do you know anyone who has gone overseas? Specifically do you know anyone who has gone overseas and had to walk around the cities? From the few people I know it’s described as “Everyone one is so glad we are there and how much it has helped. It’s like taking the Bloods and Crypts with guns and bombs, sticking them in the same area that is surrounded by normal cities, so it’s an area. Oh and it’s funded by the Rap Word. So, yeah we have that problem too.


Ok, what I really hate is this. Squeaky wheels will always get the grease. The democrats are going to keep complaining about this war only for political aspirations, and completely disregarding the benefit of the United States. Meanwhile more and more people will side just because of the constant barrage of complaining even if it is a small percentage. After all squeaky wheels get the grease. The only upshot is people do have a brain and hopefully those brains are used.