Yesterday I was almost hit by a mail truck. The driver didn’t even see me. He can blowing out of a side street. I got out of his way by about six inched and he kept going, almost hitting a parked car. I don’t think he even saw me.
Today someone almost hit me on a semi-busy street.
I’m not out much these days but I’ve seen more distracted drivers than ever. Fewer drivers but more distracted. People are driving super slow on the freeway and super fast on the neighborhood streets. You’d think it was a full moon (no offense to my Werewolf friends.)
Cars are our homes away from home. We get in, crank up the music, and go on auto pilot. But sometimes we see weird things.
Leave your comments and distracted and weird driver stories below just for fun. Leave them even if they aren’t fun, but anything not nice will be removed. You know the game. I’ll be back tomorrow with a new short story.
And get off your phone when you drive. It can wait. Don’t be a dick.
From 2015. The kids are grown now but I thought I’d entertain you with this again. Don’t forget to answer the polls.
Way back when, back before I had teenagers, back before I knew what a blog was, back when Microsoft had Front Page and we did html by hand…
Years ago when the kids were playing Club Penguin I discovered Facebook. I didn’t think much of My Space. Anyway, a family member sucked me into Facebook. Way back then I discovered goofy polls. Mind you this was before cat memes and horrible inspirational quotes took over. This was back when you could easily create your own polls.
I used to LOVE polls in women’s magazines about relationship styles and clothing styles. The polls were fun. The polls always had something to do with relationships or sex or style. It was fun. Admit it – you did those polls too.
One day I sat at my computer, a toddler on my lap, and I tried to make my own poll. It was called “What Kind of Meat are You.” Yes, I did think that was funny. But it was never to be.
Back then blogs were also a mystery. They were difficult and serious or political. Fast forward about a million years. I’m writing a blog. I’m writing. I know other writers. I’ve evolved (thank you WPaD and Becky for your support.)
Hold on for a second…. a teenager needs to use this computer to do her online drivers ed so I’d better cut to the chase. Blogs were difficult and serious or religious. Parenting blogs were HORRIBLE and full of the kind of mom I never wanted to be.
But then I started this blog and discovered that I’m not alone. No, not the Vampire Parenting stuff, but the fact that the world is full of fun and unusual and creative and unique bloggers.
But that takes me back to polls. I was thinking about polls. Let us do some polls RIGHT NOW.
How old are you?
WHAT KIND OF MEAT ARE YOU?
Thank you for your time. Your information will not be given to any third parties.
Welcome to Vampire Maman’s Famous BURNING QUESTIONS.
Get on your dancing shoes (or roller skates) and come with me…
Dancing With the StarsDevil Angels.
This week we’re getting into the realm of Dan Brown. Just kidding, we’re not looking for clues, or even a best seller. We’re just looking for an answer, clues or not. It doesn’t have to even be the right answer, because this is a BURNING QUESTION and there might now even be an answer. Sorry Dan (but I did get ALL of the answers in DiVinci Code because, you know, I’m a Vampire and I’m good at figuring stuff out.)
Let’s Get Physical. Maybe not. I hate that song. On the other hand maybe we should get metaphysical, or metaphorical, or just think about something we have no answer for.
In modern usage, the term has lost its theological context and is used as a metaphor for wasting time debating topics of no practical value, or questions whose answers hold no intellectual consequence, while more urgent concerns accumulate.
So let’s waste some time. If you want to get wasted you may do that as well.
BURNING QUESTION #56: How Many Angels Can Dance On The Head Of A Pin
With all of these great musical bits I forgot a picture of an angel. Who doesn’t like angels. Who doesn’t like angel food cake. Do angels eat angel food cake? Do they eat Devil’s food cake? That is a Burning Question for another day.
Now for one of my favorite numbers, with or without anyone on the head of a pin. Seriously folks, you can’t get better than Fred and Ginger.
Put your answer on the poll. Don’t worry – nobody is going to take down your information. What the crap would I do with it anyway?
Leave your comments, musings, questions, song suggestions, dance steps, recipes, stories, and whatever you wish in the comments section below.
Have fun and Diamond Dave and I will see you next week for another BURNING QUESTION.
A while back I decided to post 50 Burning Questions. When that ended I couldn’t figure out what to do next. I tried Cat-ur-day posts. That was fun. Everybody likes cats. I also tried a few other random things. Unfortunately nothing stuck with me. Nothing seemed right, or fun, or funny. Then my dear readers started telling me that they missed the intellectual challenges and brain acrobatics of a new Burning Question each Saturday.
Welcome to An Infinite Amount of Burning Questions.
Well, this kind of sucks… really… keep reading.
My neighbors run their leaf blowers so much that I thought about turning on my shop vac next time I leave the house and just letting it run for the noise. My husband suggested I also run a leaf blower, a chain saw, and a belt sander. Just put them on the deck and turn them on – for hours and hours and hours.
It is Saturday and I’ll be out sweeping (what a novel idea) up leaves, and all of the bark in my yard the deer and turkeys have spread all over the place. Mind you, this is landscaping bark that I put down around plants to make my lawnless front yard look nice. The turkeys have a field day digging in it and throwing it around like so many frat boy topless girl pillow fight fantasy sequences.
Inside the house is another story. About a year ago I got a new vacuum cleaner. It was supposed to be made especially for animal fur. I think it was made for hairless cats, not my constantly shedding dog and cats. I have to vacuum a minimum every other day to keep it under control, and even then it isn’t quite enough. And don’t tell me that YOU vacuum every single day. I know you don’t. If you do there is something wrong with you.
By the way, my 87 pound German Shepard is deathly afraid of vacuum cleaners. Whenever she sees anyone even move our vacuum cleaner she hides. So much for having a large dog to protect our home. I think the noise hurts her ears – kind of like leaf blowers hurt my soul.
Burning Question #55: If a vacuum cleaner really sucks, is that good?
By the way, I always wear heels when I vacuum (said no woman EVER.)
I’ll be happier with a gin and tonic, sweat pants, and no shoes.
I’ll see you next Saturday for another BURNING QUESTION.
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