Don't shake your head at me...

So everyone has had it done to them and most people have done it themselves. Your driving and for whatever reason another driver gets annoyed with you and you look in your rear view mirror and they are shaking their head. It's like the universal signal for "shame on you for cutting me off". I try really hard to never do this, mainly because I don't think that most traffic disagreements are that serious. I just don't get that invested in the whole thing. I certainly have flipped out a time or too on the road, I mean have you met me? But I try really hard to just keep in perspective and not get too worked up.

Yesterday Benny and I went to the grocery store. Ok now if you know me you know that this is tempting fate anyway because grocery stores and I have a history. Yesterday was also a particularly challenging day because Oliver (the dog) is sick and after almost 14 years with this dog I am horrified that I may have to say goodbye soon. So this gives you an idea of where I am at as we pull into the suburban grocery store parking lot.

We get out of the car and start walking toward the store and a woman is backing out of a parking space. We stand there and let her back out then start to walk. Now apparently she was not pleased that we did not continue to stand there while she pulled away. So as we are walking in front of this soccer mom sporting her rag top Benji haircut she does the head shake..... TO US!

Next thing you know I am off and flapping my jaw at this woman..."really?".... "and what?".... My inner Chola jumped right out and was about to handle this bitch! Poor thing freaked out and squealed her tires to get away. Meanwhile Benny is shuffling as far away from me as he can..."I don't know that guy"....

Don't shake your head at me!

I’m thankful that I made it thru the 90’s without a tribal arm band tattoo…

Everyone once and a while I have a flash memory of being in my early 20’s running amuck in my new found gay freedom. Trying to figure out who I was and what I wanted. The adventure was amazing and yes there were some casualties of the heart and even a couple physical scars. But I am thankful that I didn’t succumb to all of the trends. I certainly applied glitter generously before heading to the club wearing my loud club shirt, candy necklace, and vintage bell bottoms. I wore CK One and I had an earring to match every outfit. Even though I got a couple tattoos they are hidden and I still feel that I can justify them. But thank god I didn’t get that damn tribal arm band thing…..