Road Rage is a Killer

Well I guess Apollo was looking out for me today because I almost died many times today. I’m exaggerating of course but still I’ve never been so scared before in my life. What could bring on this terror? It’s a simple formula. My youngest sister plus road rage times PMS equals sheer terror. Today we were on our way to my grandmother’s house for Easter and as we were driving down US 19 cars would pull in front of her and go slow, the nerve. Well she proceeded to ride their @$$ and violently yell at them until she could get into the next lane. This went on most of the drive down to my grandmother’s house, all the way from Spring Hill to Tarpon Springs. Meanwhile I’m forced to also listen to my step-sister attempt to sing. I just wish I had the heart to tell her she’s tone deaf.

While at my grandmother’s house I had a good time even though most of it I was in the kitchen cooking the ham, while sitting at the table doing homework and trying to get my grandma’s computer to run so I could go online and get some tax forms for my mom. Her computer made me even more appreciative of my laptop in sheer speed alone. The best part was after I finally got the Internet working and downloaded the tax forms I found out that my grandma didn’t have Adobe Reader on her computer. So I spent about another hour or so downloading Adobe. Dinner was fantastic. However in the corner of my mind I had my Grandpa on my mind since last Easter was the last Holiday we got to celebrate with him. We all miss him tremendously. He was the best man I will ever know and I can only hope of being half the man he was.

Anyhow the drive home was about as bad as the drive there except for one thing. My mom and I made the mistake of trying to tell my sister not to ride people @$$es and to stop whipping in and out of lanes. Let’s just say my mom and I are both lucky to still have our heads in tact after getting them bit off by my sister. So apparently even though we’ve been driving longer than her we can’t tell her to be careful and safe. I’ll try to remember that next time.

Sitting here writing this brings to mind a time last year when I was driving to my grandparent’s house and had my other sister in the backseat trying to be a backseat driver. Wow it’s funny how it all comes full circle. Sorry Dustie.
Well this has been another set of random thoughts from me, Spence (the future WARP 2009 champion)

On a completely different and unrelated note: MMMMMMMMMMM Peeps Bunnies. I just love biting their heads off