Driving Ms. Crazy

I like driving. Alone. All by myself.  I like listening to the music I like and singing along at the top of my lungs in traffic.  I also enjoy having quiet time alone with my thoughts to reflect.  On Monday, I had some of that quiet time driving down to Georgetown to see Dad.  From my house it takes about 90 minutes one way if there isn't any traffic.  That's about 3 hours for me to think, play the drums on my steering wheel, change CDs and sing to strangers at stop lights.  Here is a peek into my brain at some of my thoughts and reflections on the last 6 months.

• I do not understand the need people feel to jam on their brakes on 270 when they see a cop on the far side of the opposite lanes of traffic with someone already pulled over on the shoulder.  He doesn't care about you. He's already busy.  He's not going to sprint across 8 lanes of traffic to get your plate number and issue you a ticket.  Just go already.
• I really need to get a new battery for my XM radio remote control.
• For a state of the art, wickedly expensive medical university, it seems incredibly stupid to me that Georgetown only has one MRI machine.  During the day they use it for outpatient imaging and then at night, all hours of night, the inpatients get to take a turn.  Damned inconvenient if you're trying to sleep.  And guess what else? Their MRI machine cannot accommodate obese people.  If you don't fit in the machine, they ship you to... guess where!  The National Zoo. Yep, that's right. The Zoo.  As in Elephants, Pandas and Gazelles, oh my!
• I had no inkling of an clue how much my family's life was going to change on September 17, 2010.  How one phone call and seven little words devastatingly whispered by my mother would flip everything around.  I would have liked to have been more prepared... but I can't see how anything can prepare you to hear "Dad has a mass in his brain".
• My husband does not kiss me nearly enough.
• What am I going to make for dinner?  I am in a serious rut in this regard.  I used to do all this meal planning and knew what was for dinner 2 weeks in advance.  I just can't seem to get it together lately with that and end up throwing anything together I can manage.  It's getting pretty monotonous and repetitive.  Maybe that's why my husband doesn't kiss me. He doesn't like what was for dinner! Hmmm.
• I really need to clean the inside of my windows.  Hines is a window licker.
• Even though I complain and have a hard time adjusting to daylight savings time, I really do like it when it is still light out for a while once I get home from work.  But DST is just such an odd concept.  And what happens when you live in an area that doesn't observe it and work in an area that does?  Do you feel like Marty McFly when you arrive for work an hour earlier than you left home?  Do flux capacitors come standard on cars sold in that area?
• I love love love love love my Adidas sneakers.
• When I blow my nose sometimes, air comes out of my eye.  Only on the left side.  There is a connection between your maxillary sinus and your tear ducts which has a valve in it.  Since having this nasty sinus infection from hell, I discovered that when your sinuses are too full and there is too much pressure, that valve can get blocked open and snot can come out of your eye.  You can't make this stuff up, people.  It is really disgusting and rather alarming.
• Danny Elfman has scored a ridiculous amount of movies.  But Howard Shore is still my favorite.
• People really need to use blinkers more consistently and more effectively.
• Montgomery County changes more every time I go through there.  Now there is some fancy schmancy toll road connecting the county.  I haven't tried it out yet, but it's on the bucket list.
• One day I am going to Georgetown and actually see more than the inside of the hospital.  Maddie thought that the University looked like Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when you approach from the Key Bridge.  I kinda wish it were, so they could brew a potion or cast a spell and make Dad better again.
• I used to have floor mats in my car, but I have no idea where they are, or what happened to them.
• I really need to burn my Ultimate Rock CD Volume Six featuring songs from Stryper circa 1986 and Megadeth circa 1992.

Maybe it wasn't such a great idea to let you peek... even I am a little disturbed... but I have already typed all this and I'd hate to not share.  Inquiring minds want to know.  Well, they thought they wanted to know, but turns out they wish they didn't now.  Anywho, maybe someone can tell me what happened to my floor mats!