I'm so tired of cleaning...

I have none of the kids I borrow, my own children are gone as well... what to do... Clean the house of coarse!!!

I was Swiffering the bathroom ceiling, the people that lived here before me must have smoked like crazy in that bathroom, the swiffer pads were horrible yellow/orange! I never noticed before, I just thought that was the color of the ceiling...

Floors are vacuumed, swept, about to be mopped, I just needed a break, how much cleaning can you actually do before it is considered OCD? It looks clean, but I can't stop... just keep on cleaning, keep on cleaning, keep on cleaning... maybe something will come up that I can do besides that... nope... lol... more cleaning... at least it will look good when the kids get here, at least for the first 5-10 minutes after they walk in the door :D you know how kids...

Ok... enough break time... have to get back to the cleaning, people will be here tomorrow and it has to be clean when they get here!!!

I know where Road Rage comes from / My kids learned new phrases... oops

I know how Road Rage gets started... Yup, I figured it out :)

It started in Ohio, while I was looking for 71s, I was trying to switch lanes and there was only 1 other car and he was way back from me in a different lane. So I go to switch lanes and this guy speeds up and gets next to me and throws his hands up in the air like "what the hell are you doing getting in MY lane?" and I wasn't even getting INTO his lane I was moving through his lane... That was a great way to start my trip/day...

After leaving Ohio we moved through Kentucky... There were plenty of places there for the children to practice their vocabulary. They heard the phrases "You Mother fucking Cunt, I hope you get crabs and your arms are too short to reach!" and "You rat bastard, where did you get your licence a Got Damn Cracker Jack Box?!?!" Not exactly what I want them to be repeating so then next phrase they would hear is "Don't repeat that" The people in that state liked to be in the fast/passing lane going 10 miles below the speed limit which was abut 20-30 miles below what everybody else was going and they wouldn't get out of the lane!!! LOVE IT!!!

Tennessee was the next installment of my realization of where Road Rage originates from... I always thought it was a mental illness... it isn't born, its made... I think the Tennessee installment was actually a trickle down from Kentucky... Because they were surprisingly similar... They also did the slow in the fast lane thing, but they also like to cut you off, tailgate, give some hand gestures, things like than... and my favorite is when you have your turn signal on because you really need to get into the other lane and they speed up so you can't move over, Ya, I like that one!!

Atlanta, Georgia wasn't nearly as bad as you might think, since it is a big city, as long as you keep moving and stay away from the rude trucks...

I think that as long as you do NOT travel with kids, make sure to stay away from other drivers, don't switch lanes, Ummm... You know what... Just stay home... That way... you will not ever have to suffer from road rage... or undo the ear damage my kids have had to suffer in the 13 hours that they sat in the car with me... Poor kids :D