Monopoly

I think that Monopoly might just be the best game ever created. I don't win much, but it sure is fun.

Things to do

If you ever get the chance, sit out on a porch with someone close to you (boyfriend, girlfriend, best friend, family) and watch the rain come down. Not only is the sight of it relaxing, but the sound of the rain hitting the ground can, if you let it, put you in a different place. If you are sitting with the one that you love, it is very romantic.

If you live in the city, drive out to the country to get away from the bright city lights. Drive down an old dusty road and pull the car over. Stand outside looking up at the sky and enjoy the stars. If you live in the country do the same thing but look at the sky with a different eye. People in the country are used to seeing stars and may not appreciate them as much as the people from the city. Therefore, look at them and realize how lucky you are to see that sky every single night without leaving your home.

When you get stuck in traffic, roll down your windows and enjoy the day. Turn the music up and sing. Don't worry about the people around you or what they are thinking. Just enjoy the moment while you are sitting there. Don't think about where you need to be or what else you could be doing with your time. And if a wreck is reason for traffic, say a prayer for the families involved and a prayer of thanksgiving that you are not the one involved.

Whenever it storms and you do not have a surge protector, turn off your computer. Don't lie in bed thinking, I should get up and turn off my computer before it gets fried. Chances are, in the morning, it will be and you will have wished that you got up to turn it off instead of having to pay to get a new operating system. (This is from experience!)

Another Police Story

On Saturday Jess and I were driving to Houston for a wedding. Jess was driving and I was in the passenger seat. We were following a truck and going about 67 miles per hour in a 65 mile per hour speed zone. Why would I know the speed, you ask, if I was not driving? We passed a cop and because Jess and I have been pulled over many many times, I look down to see if he was speeding. Going the speed limit? Check. Seat belt on? Check. Inspection sticker updated? Check. (All things that we have been pulled over for.)

I look back and see that the cop has turned around.

"If he pulls me over, I'm going to lose it."
"He's not going to pull you over, you weren't speeding. His lights aren't even on."

Just as I say that, his lights turn on. Jess pulls his truck to the side and into the grass (that is rather high) to be completely off of the road.

"Haley, get my insurance."
"Sir, the reason that I am pulling you over for is your speed limit."
"How fast was I going? I know I wasn't speeding. What's the speed limit?"
"You are also missing your fron liscense plate."
"Yes, that just fell off this week. How fast was I going?
"Could you step out of the truck please?"
"Yes, but how fast was I going?"
"Well, above 65." (If you are being pulled over for speed, don't they know how fast you were going?)

Jess gets out and I get on my cell phone.
"Mom, what's the speed on 159? 60 or 65?"
"I'm not sure, why?"
"Well, Jess just got pulled over for going 67 and I think that the speed limit is 65."
"You are kidding. Dad just got pulled over in Sealy from the same guy that pulled him over last time and he knows that he wasn't speeding. He's fighting it. Jess should too."
"Oh, I am going to have to call you back. He wants me to step out of the truck now."

I hang up and get out of the truck. Keep in mind that the grass is high, I am wearing slip on heels and a skirt and I hate cops. Jess comes over to help me get out of the truck.

"Did you get a ticket?"
"No, it's just a warning. He wanted to know how you were related to me. I was like, uhh, she's my girlfriend."
"Why did he want to know that?"
"I don't know."
"Why did I have to get out?"
"He wants to search the truck for any illegal substances."

Are you kidding me? We get pulled over for going two miles over the speed limit, we are wearing nice clothes, and while I was on the phone, Jess told him that he was playing in a wedding that we were on our way to. Do we seem suspicious? Jess thinks that he was actually just pulled over for his liscense plate. But if that's the case, why can't the officer just say, I pulled you over for your missing front plate. Why does he have to say...ugh, I pulled you over for your speed. I don't know how fast you were going, but you were going above 65.

I hate cops and I think that is obvious. Why don't they pull someone over for doing something serious. IF you are going to pull someone over for a missing front plate, tell them that. Don't tell them that you pulled them over for their speed?

The Tracker

Sara and I share a car and that has worked out great over the past 4 years. I hate to drive and she likes to be in control. Well since it is the summer, I decided to come home and spend time in the big ol' metropolis of Bellville. She stayed in College Station and for a while, I was without a car...and then I started going to summer school.

Originally, my dad planned to get a jeep as a hunting car to take to the woods. He looked at a 1973 jeep and decided to that it wouldn't be worth it to get it inspected and make a few repairs...like fix a hole in the floor boards where the center console would have gone. It's a good thing that my uncle is a car dealer...he set us up with a Chevy tracker. Now as a hunting car, this car would be just perfect. But since I need a car to get to school, this is what I am driving.

The other day I tried to take the top off but could only get half of it off. So I drove for about 5 miles holding onto part of the top to keep it from flapping in the wind. Then my arm got tired so I pulled over and tried to fix it but couldn't...20 miles and one sore arm later, I was finally home.

I think the thing that I hate most about it is the sound that it makes. Because I couldn't get the top on right, there is a place for the air to come in. So when I drive down the road, it sounds like you are strapped onto the top of a jet taking off. Not that I have ever done that, but I am sure that's what it would be like. That's not the only noise of the car though. The breaks and tires are sqeeky so pulling up to a stop sign is a real treat for the ears. My dad says that it turns on a dime...which is true, but the tires screech so bad that you don't want to turn at all. There is of course the radio...that might be pleasant if you can hear it over the jet taking off, the breaks, tires, and the static.

On my way to pick up my dog in College Station tonight I got a cramp in my right leg from having to push the pedal so hard. I think I started to get the cramp when I tried to pass a truck and trailor that pulled out in front of me. As a result, I drove thiry minutes with my left foot and my right leg hanging over onto the passenger seat. No pick up whatsoever!

I guess I shouldn't be complaining though. It gets me from one place to the other and for now, that's all that I need.

Police on Motorcycles

Is it just me, or are all of the police that ride around on motorcycles fat? No, not fat, obese. You would think that the police force would be trim from "fighting crime" in the streets all day long. But all they really do is ride around on their motorcycles, thinking that they look cool with their fat hanging over their belts and flapping in the wind. Who really wants to see that? They claim to work out but we all know that unless their donuts have lead in them, they aren't lifting anything at all.

So with this, I urge the police force to trim up if they want to ride around on motorcycles. Instead of inspecting why people are sitting in a public park, why don't you try running in one?

Blog

My first actual "blog" is now posted. It is at the bottom of the page because I started writing it the other day...so it is posted under the day that I began it.