Crabby Blogging Lady

Yes, this post is another about driving. Maniac driving, to be specific.

So we had a snowstorm the other day. Big, messy, icy, scary snowstorm. The flakes were the size of quarters and they were coming down in such thick sheets that visibility was only about 1/4 mile. Really nasty stuff.

So what do some knuckleheads do?

They go SHOPPING.

OK OK they not only go shopping, they drive like MANIACS on the roads.

The newspapers were filled, once again, with local goons who spun in circles on the highways and into ditches because they were going too fast. In one accident, some knucklehead almost killed a policeman who had stopped to assist a pickup truck driver who was stuck in the ditch. The driver saw the spinning car approaching and pushed the cop out of the way as the car careened toward them. Both the pickup driver and the car driver were ticketed for excessive speed in unsafe conditions.

DUH.

It’s getting dangerous to drive out there anymore. No, no, I’m not worried about the snow, bad roads, hurricanes, tornadoes and earthquakes. This is much worse— it’s the DRIVERS! Ugh, enough to make me need Migraine surgery, I tell ya.

Mr. Crabby got snow tires for the car.

I LOVE SNOW TIRES!!!! LOVE THEM! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!

While all the other drivers were spinning wildly around and around in the parking lots, I was zipping by with ease. Muahahhahaha!!! What a wonderful, liberating feeling.

Of course, all those other drivers have such fancy cars with kuat bike racks on them…. I don’t know why people even DRIVE such expensive cars in the winter. If crashing into the snow banks isn’t bad enough, the road salt kills the cars in a year or two. Sheesh.

By the way, what IS IT with SUV drivers? How is it that these people turn into raving mad maniacs as soon as they get behind the wheel of a truck, huh? I’m no granny, I keep the speed limit or go a little over, but EVERY SINGLE SUV I ever see is breathing down my tailpipe, 2 inches from my bumper, pushing pushing me to go faster. As soon as there’s an empty spot in the lane (and sometimes regardless), the SUV roars past me, spewing great clouds of oily smoke.

What the?

Why are they so stinkin aggressive? They make driving very unpleasant. GET A LIFE, SUV drivers!

Well, it doesn’t matter today. Because today in my little bitty car I sped past THEM, spewing bits of slush and snow onto their license plates! Muahaha!! I am the QUEEN today!

Out here in the East, we haven’t had ANY snow. Until now. OH NOW, NOW that my body is slowly screaming for spring again!

We had nothing in October. The east coast got clobbered right before Halloween, as is right (heavy snow keeps the thugs at bay), but then NOOOTHING. Not in November, not December. November was a remarkable month. I think I saw more sunny days this November than I usually do in June! It was a terribly soggy spring with three major flood events, so a dry and sunny November was a real treat.

But right around Thanksgiving, we’re all ready for snow. We want to watch it trickle down as we chomp on our holiday turkeys, ya know?

But nothing came.

December was green as can be. My grass started turning green. I was kinda worried.

Then comes January. January is usually a weird month, when we usually experience a thaw and a respite from the bleak cold winter. But January has been chilly AND snowy. Can’t believe it. February is on its heels. I dread February. It’s a dismal month, with gloomy skies. The snow is usually dirt-brown, too. We’ll see.

The weather has been so strange, I wouldn’t be surprised if we got clobbered with snow in April. We can’t have dirty-brown snow for Easter! That’s when we should have our tulips and birds and cute little girls first communion gifts and white dresses and white leather patent shoes! Come on!!

….is it a sign of old age that I blab on and on about the weather?

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…but some folks probably hate them.

Like this guy. OOPSIE!!!!!

I feel sorry for the guy, actually. He was probably under a LOT of pressure to get all that stuff delivered. Unfortunately, he chose the *wrong* package and the *wrong* house to toss the delivery. Now, he’s probably out of a job. There’s no excuse for such an action, but we can all feel a little empathy because we know what it’s like to be under time pressure at work, and fudge or totally mess up a job.

Here’s another really good home cam video I found. A lady watches as her house is robbed– unbelievable! Now these guys I am NOT feeling sorry for. Haha!

Oh, I love those handy cams, yes indeedy. Smile, guys, you’re on Candid CCTV cameras!!!

The kids were bored with all our movies (a collection that cost me many pretty pennies over the years) and I was resigned to scouring through the online movie dregs for some entertainment. Good Lord, the filth that is out there, marketed as “family” entertainment. I don’t have television and don’t go to the movie theater, so I have a different (read: objective) perspective on it all. Eek.

Anyway, I came across an old show from Father Knows Best. Do any of you remember that old show? It aired in 1954 (it was a radio program before then). It evolved into the TV show with Robert Young and Jane Wyatt. So we saw some episode where the boy wants a baseball team to visit Springfield, and he is convinced that his insuperable dad can arrange it. Which he does.

But the problem is that the dude Dad partners with to make it happen wants some (political) favors. Dad is unwilling to do it and there ends the heroic hopes and dreams of the Springfield boys.

As we watched the show, I was appalled. Simply APPALLED. What the heck ever happened to fathers???

Oh I KNOW, Father Knows Best was fiction, fantasy. But heck, even at its most fantastical, most Dads were still WITH their families in the 50s. Life has changed so much in 50, 60 years. Not for the better, no. Better to have a lame dad than no dad.

Whatever happened to the family unit, to the sanctity of marriage and the honor of raising children? Hey, a huge and fancy barbados wedding is terrific, a real accomplishment. Keeping those vows is even more important. So what happened between point A and B that makes us so radically different.

Of course, there is a lot to be thankful for– women don’t have to have 18-inch waists and wear poofy dresses all the time. And we have iPhones and laptops now. But all those things seem like a poor exchange for a wholesome family. So much has changed.