Heads Or Tails

It's been a full month since I posted on my blog, which is bad. Very bad. I have a handful of excuses -- all pretty darn good, if I do say so myself -- but excuses aren't worth a whole lot. So, to get myself back into the habit of blogging, I'm going to follow along with a few memes to get my creative juices flowing again. This week's theme on Heads or Tails is Direction. It's probably a pretty good theme for me since lately I never seem to know which direction I'm going. In fact, this sign pretty much sums up how my life feels most days. I'm late on the deadlines for two books -- a very unprofessional thing to do. Between now and the end of May I'm traveling to Chicago, to New York, and to LA. My house looks like a cyclone hit it, and I'm just now getting around to accomplishing things that were on my to-do list a month ago. In fact, the faster I run, the further behind I seem to get. :::sigh::: No wonder I haven't been blogging :(

It Drives Me Crazy

So I was clicking around the internet today and found a meme called Heads or Tails. The subject for the day is either Pets or Pet Peeves, and I'm debating which one to talk about. On the one hand, nobody wants to hear somebody complaining -- do they? Judging from some of the blogs I've stumbled across, maybe they do. On the other hand, I've talked about my pets so much, you're probably all sick of hearing about them. On the third hand, there are plenty of things that drive me crazy, so how would I pick just one peeve to call my pet?

So then I think maybe I should blog about peeves I have about my pets -- but that would probably be defeating the whole purpose of the Heads or Tails concept. So okay, I'll try to narrow my list of peeves down to one.

If I must pick one (and I must because I refuse to list all my peeves and alientate everyone who visits here) I'll pick tailgaters. Not the folks who get together for barbecue and what-not before football games, but the original tailgaters. The jerks who travel behind you on the freeway at 70 mph, leaving all of about 2" between your rear bumper and their front one. The idiots who actually believe they're in control of anything in this world, and who think they can anticipate everything that's going to happen on their journey.

There isn't much that happens on the road that irritates me as much as someone riding my bumper when I'm driving somewhere, and it especially irks me when I have my granddaughter in her car seat which, by law, has to be in the back seat of the car which, by definition, is the first place the idiot in back of me will destroy when he plows into me if I breathe wrong.

Yep, that's my top peeve -- at least today :)