I was asked today if the blog was still here. After double-checking, I realized it is... just super quiet.
Hopefully I can change that a little in 2014.
For now, I'm just wishing everyone a happy, safe, and wonderful new year!
The shortest way for me to get to work is Consaul Road in Colonie. Locals know it's a curvy, 30MPH drive, but for me it's the most direct route.
For most of the year, it doesn't work because of school bus traffic. So I stick to Central Ave, a slightly less-direct route, but an easier drive.
But lately, someone (Verizon, Time Warner, or National Grid) has had the road down to one lane during rush hour. You know, that being the most logical time disrupt traffic.
So today, I thought I'd outsmart them, and go the other way. No school buses and no road work. I should be golden!
I was less than 1/4 mile into my trip when I had to apply my brakes. We were slowed...then we were stopped. I could see a car with its hazards flashing, leading the parade. What I couldn't figure out was - why?
Then I saw. The lead car was being paced - by a dog running down the middle of the road. The driver was keeping his distance, probably hoping the dog would move to the side.
Eventually, cars coming from the other direction had to slow down. Then people started pulling off to the side of the road. A couple people got out of their cars to try and help. At this point, I was stopped, but not close enough to see much.
Then the dog changed directions, and ran back the way he came. When he passed my car I could see his hind-quarters were shaved, probably from recent surgery.
The man chasing him on foot looked determined. I'm not sure if he was the owner, or a friend, or just an animal-lover.
The dog moved off to the side of the road, out of harms way. I had to get moving, since I was in the middle of traffic, but I like to think the man was able to catch up to the fugitive and comfort him back to safety.
In the grand scheme of things, being on time for work really isn't that important.
|Number Nine?!! Not around here.|
To the guy who sat behind me in church last week... Stop yelling. I came here to listen to the Pastor and the Worship Team, not you.
To the guy who sat next to me in church last week... Move over! We're not on a date. Get out of my personal space.
To the guy who sat next to me (on the other side) in church last week... Not everyone should sing.
To the usher who sees me at church every week... Yes, I'm here alone - again. Don't punish me by asking me to climb over 8 people to fill that single seat. Also, stop trying to seat me next to single men.
To my Pastor... You clearly believe God is all-powerful and all-knowing. Created the universe, performs miracles, etc. Are you absolutely certain He can't hear me when I'm sitting down?
To the couple who exited just ahead of me... The doorway is the least helpful place for you to stop and argue about which door you should use.
To God... I went inside while it was 90s and muggy. I came out to 70s and beautiful. Perfect baseball weather. Thanks for the rain!
|Maybe he'll make a friend once he gets to the ocean.|
|They have the video here.|
"The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems are your own. You do not blame them on your mother, the ecology, or the president. You realize that you control your own destiny." ~ Albert EllisSome people think the best years of your life are when you're a little kid. No worries, no responsibility, and everything is new and exciting. You're not jaded. You don't yet know about heartbreak or loss, and everyday is a great day.
5YO (after seeing a man and woman kiss): How does that happen?
5YO (mouth wide): That's a bad word!
Me: Yes, but it's the most honest answer you'll ever hear to that question.
5YO: (Giggles)Enjoy your Friday! Remember - kissing gives you cooties.
|Found it here|
5YO (to me): Who did you vote for?
Me (totally confused): What were my choices?
5YO: Obama or Romney.
Me (totally shocked): How do you know those names?!
5YO (Undeterred): Who did you vote for?
Me: Well, you should understand that who a person votes for is a personal question, that not everyone likes to answer. But I'm happy to tell you that I voted for Obama - twice.
5YO: That's good. God votes for Barack too, so you're right.
|At a festival with no date - |
and the flowers were still pretty.
|If that's not inspiring, I don't know what is.|
Be quiet! God is on the stage talking.She has it all figured out.
That intersection is not far from my first apartment!
5YO: Can you marry your family?
Mom: No, that's not allowed.
5YO: I think you should be allowed to marry family. That way you know what you're getting - and if you don't like it, you can just throw it back.
|I didn't create this image, but I won't link to the page where it was found. |
I searched Google Images.