Note to Self: You Suck When You Drive!

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~Photo credit: kaysha~

As a car driver, I suck… Wait. No, I have excellent driving a car skills. It’s the staying awake part I suck at and on way too many lollipops.  I’m not talking about the short, car drives into town to pick up random stuff I don’t really need at Wal-mart, but rather, the thirty minute or more drives that have me sitting behind the wheel that makes me feel so sleepy that I fear one day this condition will do me in.

I do not know exactly when this condition became so prominent because it was not that way when I first learned to drive a billion years ago. You see, I was the normal teenager who could not wait for someone to hand me the car keys so I could drive. Distance was never an issue. I could, if anyone let me, drive the family around the world–if only the oceans got out of my way– with probably just a few stops here and there only to refuel and allow my passengers to use the restroom and stretch their legs, but as for me, the driver, I would never need a thing from these rest stops. Not one thing from the snack shop or dirty restrooms!

Back then, driving was the sweetest legal high I knew and I became addicted to endless driving and I did so without the need for any power energy drinks, gallons of black coffee refills or bags of lollipop suckers to stay awake behind the wheel!

Sweet, long distant driving, lollipops, energy,

~photo credit: wikipedia~

However, just as cars and roads change so did my ability to endlessly drive for miles without feeling a bit fatigued. Now, I am a complete mess when it comes to long distant driving. If you see me driving down the road and my car is veering erratically, please,  beep your horn loudly at me to wake me up!

My car is not to blame either, seeing it’s a fine car equipped with surround sounds from the radio and every favorite station is preset for easy, on the spot change when that awful lame song with the lame lyrics comes on and I don’t want to waste any awesome karaoke skills singing to it. Maybe I can blame the perfectly controlled in-car temperature, set at around 78 degrees and during a cold winter’s drive, the built-in seat warmer takes the edge off any discomfort I may have as I sit comfortably on the luxurious leather interior seats? Or how about placing the blame on the Tahitian Island air freshener dangling in front of my nose to make me think I’m on an island vacation spot, even though I’m really sitting and driving my car sleeping while attempting to drive my car?

I really hope to find a remedy for this dangerously annoying driving sleepiness before something awful comes about like here lies this driver who, in her old age grew out of her sweet addiction for the love of endless driving and the only legacy she leaves behind is her wrecked car littered with bags of empty lollipop wrappers in which she tried to suck out all her sleepiness but failed. Totally.

Note to self: buy more bags of lollipops

Are you guilty of sleeping behind the wheel while driving?

I Got Pamper-itis and I’m Loving It

I have pamper-itis. This is the condition in which the child in me inflates out of control if given a day off from work and I spend enormous amounts of time pampering myself. Some days the condition is hardly noticeable and other days I guess you could describe me as spoiled child going from one pamper to the next and living in an exhilarating state I like to dream of as being charmingly pampered.

I am not sure how I got to be this way but I am ever so grateful to the mystery source that made it happen.

On my one day off this week, for example, it was like any other day except without anything planned and my condition, pamper-itis, slowly flared up and took over my day. You see, if I am kept busy at work, the pamper-itis symptoms are kept at bay. No problem. Give me a day without reins and it looks like this:

Sleeping In

You know I need to sleep in as the first ‘pamper me’ hits  but I managed to get up before noon so goody-goody point for me. So far so good, my condition is in control.

Dirty Laundry

Mount Everest (topgold)

Mount Everest (topgold) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

…piled so high you think that maybe it would be easier to go climb Mt. Everest but the reason it‘s listed as a ‘pampering me’  is–I rather like doing laundry so I am categorizing it as a pamper-itis symptom.

What a refreshing thought to think not only as the dirt gets washed out of my clothes with the final rinse cycle, but my life–so I like to think–gets cleaned up as I watch all my worries, and other life dirt go floating by as I hang my clothes out to dry. Yes, in the country we still use solar-powered clothes dryers.

Shopping

The ultimate you-need-medical-attention for the seriously afflicted pampered person is shoe shopping…oh, and if you just went to the hair salon, call your doctor immediately!

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(This pretty thing was on sale and I ask you, “Did you expect me to leave it behind on the store shelf?)

Blogging

As I lounged around my imaginary dream backyard garden, with the in-ground swimming pool, I checked in with Word Press, ‘chilled’ with some blog friends and got so inspired with the customized themes that my pamper-itis flared beyond my control.

My own dream backyard garden and pool with lots of privacy!            Photo credit: Wikipedia

I took the plunge folks! Not only did I splurge on the customized WordPress fonts but I got a personal domain ownership with privacy as well, in order to ahem, lounge around my pool area scantily dressed. Hehe…

Of course, upgrading a blog site may not really be a pampering thing if you have invested a huge amount of time and effort, no? Maybe it’s like leasing verses owning a car, if all conditions are right, owning the car that you spend a lot of time driving may be the right way to go.

As I am drawing closer to my one year of blogging with WordPress–my anniversary is in September–I have come to enjoy all the time I spend here writing and visiting with blog friends that I thought, why not. Give myself an early blog present by upgrading this site.

I guess you can say pamper-itis for me is not so bad after all and I would ask for a remedy but, *sheepishly* I truly am loving being charmingly afflicted with pamper-itis.

Have you ever suffered from pamper-itis?