Dear Mr. Honky Honkerton

(I was a passenger in the car when the following happened, but it still rings true.)

Dear Impatient Honker,

When you pull out in front me, cut me off and then get into the passing lane....when I remain in my lane but pass your sorry ass because there is a car turning in front of you making you have to stop....DO NOT HONK AT ME. No need to hate because you made a mistake and got in the wrong lane.

Isn't The Motto Protect and SERVE?

So I am running on time (a.k.a. early, because I am 10 min early everywhere I go. I know, annoying) to my doctor appointment UNTIL I run into some traffic. There's one thing to deal with traffic because of the rain. Another to deal with traffic on the highway, but when it's in the rain AND at a stop light intersection....some work needs to be done to correct it. This is where you come in Mr. Police Officer.

And standing in the middle of the road with your thumb up your ass is NOT the kind of work I am talking about.

Seriously, your motto not only says protect, but SERVE. And serving in this case would be telling us to move AROUND the large tow truck pulling the car out of the mud. But no, you are just standing there staring like a child at the zoo watching the bears. COME ON!!! I have a doctor appointment to get to! FUNCTION those glove wearing hands.

So I took it upon myself to do a U-TURN right in front of his standing doing nothing self and found a new way for traffic to go. I was the leader of the pack. Everyone followed me. And THAT Mr. Police Officer is how it's done!

Someone's Special Someone

"Given the Chance, I Want To Be Somebody." - Kings of Leon.

Doesn't everyone crave to be someone's special someone? The someone in someone's life, that they can't live without. The someone in someone's life that brings a smile to their face with just the mere mention of your name. The someone in someone's life that cannot be compared to anyone else. That's really not too much to ask for, now is it?!?

I'll Take The Apple, but Keep The Chunk

I have come to the conclusion that even though my tastes are changing as I get older (cause, ya...mushrooms rock now!) I still do not like chunky applesauce.

The Camera Adds 20 Pounds

When you wake up feeling a little fat, that's one thing. But when you see yourself on a video and say, "Wow, I really look fat." And have the person that is standing next to you agree with you and add, "Ya, the camera adds 20 pounds.".....that makes for a really bad day.

There's just some things you should NOT agree with people about.

We're Connected...Therefore, I Will Freak Out

No matter if my son is aware of it or not, we are connected. I carried him inside of my body for 9 months and we were connected by a cord. I was his home for 9 months. Completely connected.

And even after being removed from my body, we have always been and will always be connected. When he was little, if I had a bad day at work, or I was feeling gloomy, or whatever....my little man experienced the same thing. The daycare would tell me, it was a little bit of a rough day for him and he just wanted to be alone. I've always known that a mother and their child have a special bond, that nothing else can come close to being compared with.

So when my son started playing football, I thought...this is going to make me a nervous wreck. I see him come home with bruises all over his body and he reassures me...he's fine. When he is upset because he isn't getting enough playing time, I want to come out of my skin and yell at the coaches. Put my boy IN!

And then there was today. He played ALOT of the game and was absolutely amazing. He played offense. He played defense. I was up and down out of my chair yelling, "That's my boy!" A time out was called and I wasn't paying attention to the field. It was a regular time out, no one was hurt. I glanced down for a second and the mom next to asked me if my son had asthma. I was like, "Ugh, no...wh" And before I could get the "why" out..there he was. On the sidelines with the coaches, telling them he couldn't breathe as tears rolled down his face.

My heart stopped.

And still now, it's 5 hours after the game. He's singing and dancing as he plays NFL football on the Playstation. He's reassured me over and over, "I'm fine mom. Stop asking."

But you know what, I can't help it...because we're connected. And will be forever.