Ginger

Traffic

Living in Northern Virginia, traffic is a way of life. There are no ways to avoid the mess unless you are agoraphobic.  Sitting in traffic is just the way we live around here.

The summers make the traffic worse. If I95 is backed up, everything dumps onto Route 1. Route 1 happened to be where I was sitting on Saturday. It was not pretty because it was a 3 mile back up. Then it cleared for a few miles and bam…right back in the thick of  going 2-5 miles or stopped completely.

We (my daughter and I) were sitting in a 2 mile back up at this point, when she spotted a bill board. She laughed and told me I needed to take a picture of that one! I did! I had the camera with me and thought, I will take a picture of something interesting as we move and stop. When we were able to move forward again, I snapped. A picture that is…=)

  Here is the bill board. She didn’t realize that Ruffles is a brand of potato chip. We don’t buy Ruffles. I prefer them because they are saltier. My husband doesn’t do salt. We usually end up with Wavy Lays. I also prefer the wavy chips because I am a scooper, not a dipper, dunker, dabber or scraper. I scoop! Lots! I am going to need to purchase her a bag of plain Rrrrufffles with rrridgges!

Ahhh, traffic is moving…slightly. We  stopped next to a building that I have long admired. I love the mural on the front of the building. They are an eye specialty shop. Glasses, Lasik etc. The mural on the front of the building is filled with lots of faces.

I love the mural, but it struck me funny that a place offers LASIK and BOTOX.

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July 18, 2011 Posted by | Attitude, Humor, Just Life, Photography, Traffic | 3 Comments

Surprise, surprise…

….here I am again.  Today is Friday and I can tell you that I am in pain.  I have been standing so much on a concrete floor that my hips actually hurt. Along with knees and ankles.

A member of the Rescue Squad passed away. She was an still quuite young.  She was only 61.  She had contracted some type of bacterial/parasitic infection. The doctors found out it was this type of infection but were unable to identify what it was that was making her ill.  At the time of her passing she weighed only 57 lbs. She had been battling this for 8 months. It was sad for the station because she and her family were long standing members. Her daughters are quite active with the rescue squad. When I heard the news I cried for the sisters. The youngest one had only been married for a year I believe.  She is a sweet and funny young lady.  I had not really had an opportunity to get to know either of them well but we all feel the pain and loss of a parent. I was sad for the girls because they truly adored their mother. The times that are going to be very difficult for them will be the moment they find they are expecting their first child. The first holidays and birthdays.The anniversary of their loss. My heart goes out to this family.

As I sat and thought about what they were going to miss, I realized that I had all ready grieved for that loss. Over time I no longer miss these moments that daughters especially share with their mothers. The news of our pregnancies.  Being present at the birth of our children. Spending holidays together and creating lasting memories. I grieved over the loss of my mother and could empathize with these two sisters. Then there was a slight twinge of jealousy that started to creep in on my heart. Even in their grief they could still find joy.  They would still have fond memories of time spent with their mother. Happy moments.

The kicker, folk’s, is that my mother is still alive.

It has had me reflecting on what is my daughter going to think about me when I move on from this world. If she doesn’t have these fond memories of me do I still have time to create some with her.

That is enough melancholy for one day.  I have been on my feet prepping and cooking for three days. The food was an absolute hit!!!! The families favorite cake is carrot cake. Heather, you have no idea how many people came up to me today begging for that recipe!!!  Especially the icing. You are the bomb, Girl!!!

One of the sister’s can not eat any meat. It makes her sick.  You may not even use a meat base. i went out of my way to make sure, along with the other person cooking, that she would have some vegetarian dishes to choose from.

I must say, as my arm is stretching to pat myself on the back, I outdid myself. No false modesty here folks.  I came up with the most amazing spinach lasagna recipe that several people including the sister wanted the recipe. I was tickled pink. I felt bad because I really didn’t know what I could do for this family in their time of grieving. The one thing I can do is cook.  So I helped cook. It is amazing how good it makes you feel when doing something like this for someone in need. In my mind it wasn’t much…well it was alot of cooking.  In the grand scheme of things to me it was such a small thing to do. The extent everyone went to so this would be a nice repast for the family and friends was greatly appreciated.  Many comments were made as to how the dear lady who passed on would have loved this party. As is usually true with any group, there are usually only a handful that always seem to be the same people who step up to the plate to help out. It was the same ladies. It wasn’t just me but a group of us who worked together and pulled it off. Kudos to a great job to everyone who pitched in.  My kids were even delegated as helpers.

My condolences to the McCormack Family.

Of course no one believed my daughter was only 15. My 13 year old son enjoyed himself with the paramedics that were on duty while they sat in the day room. He said they were truly impressed with his vast intellect (actually he said superior intellect, I am just toning it down some.) and ability to carry on such an interesting and stimulating conversation. Yep.  That boy is just like his father but with my gift of gab.

We are off to visit a gun show tomorrow.  I may have pictures of my valentines gift tomorrow.  My husband said if we are lucky it may even have laser sighted hand grips.

I smell like burnt oil and french fries.  I am off to take a shower. Have a great weekend…I may pop back in if I have something worth showing… 😉

February 20, 2009 Posted by | Attitude, Celebrations, Cooking, Daughter, Family, Grief | 1 Comment

Hello World…I’m new here…

That is what I feel like I should be writing. I have not wanted to write.  I consider myself a tad on the boring side here lately. I am not always boring.  Something always seems to happen to me. I also figured there was nothing really worth telling.

My sister had her bum operated on. It was a little more than that though and I really should not make light of it.  Hemorroids are a nasty blight to the pregnant women. Apparently hers were such that they also had to perform plastic surgery on her…um…bum. Too much loose skin was the reason my other sister gave…How can anyone possibly say this and keep a straight face?! I really shouldn’t say anymore because I am about to get myself in a whole heep of trouble. My other sister di say she had to …um…check down there for the one who had the surgery.  Well….it looks like a …bum.

My other sister had to have surgery.  Nothing particularly funny about hers though. Well…there was one comment made that I know absolutely thrilled her since everyone is always mistaking her for being the oldest and me the younger of the two.  The volunteer never even looked up.  How would she know if my sister walked in with a friend, sister or motherly type?! She would not have known! She looks at my sister and asks, “Is this your mother with you today?” I promptly set the women straight.  I informed her that no, I was the sister.  We found a seat and my sis turns to me and has the temerity to reply (Don’t forget the ear to splitting ear grin on her face. I know you can picture it!) “Wow! I must look really young today?” My reply? “Hrrump! That or I am looking really old today!” In my defense, I had not gotten any sleep that night.  I know I looked rough. The teenager in the house had one of those annoying fake programmable babies that the school must have programmed on hard and colicky!! I swear that thing was up crying every hour…on the hour…I am sure of it!! My sister did look up at me from her gurney after she had been prepped for surgery, and said “Thank you. You always get stuck with the yucky jobs.” Warm moment here folks….Aaahhhhhh. I think I will beg to differ on that one.

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February 20, 2009 Posted by | Attitude, Blogs, Family | , , , , , | 8 Comments

Dudley, the dumb dog, has gone and done it again…

The above picture is of my two sons along with our two dogs. The more intelligent of the two is the big white dog. Zeus. He is a Pyrenees. We really should have named him “big white rug that snores”. The other dog is Dudley. Dudley is dumber than a box of rocks. He is a lovable guy but dumb. Really. Really. Dumb.

His first mistake in life was defecating in my husbands shoes. His second and third mistake was urinating on our bed.  I wrote a post about that awhile back. It is listed in the sidebar if you are interested in reading the post.

I shipped him off to my mother’s for awhile.  Due to my big heart I brought him back home.  He was homesick and starving himself.  He had lost quite a bit of weight and I was not able to stand by and watch the poor guy do this to himself.

Like an idiot, I brought him home.  The boys were very diligent about taking the dog out and making sure he was not having any more accidents in the house.  Did I tell you this dog is really stupid? He really is the dumbest dog I have ever had the misfortune to own.

This morning I was standing outside on the back deck talking with my husband. I had on my morning attire of sweat pants and no shoes. I know it was cold. My feet were not bothered by the cold.

The boys let Dudley out to go to the bathroom. My husband is standing there watching this dog as he is walking around the deck. He walked over to my leg…

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January 2, 2009 Posted by | Accidents, Attitude, Boys, Critters, Dogs, Family, Just Life | , , , , , , | 9 Comments

A Trip to the Airport…Rush Hour Traffic in Northern VA

My friend arrived back home tonight. She was in California stuck at LAX.   I was asked to pick her up. Normally, this would not be an inconvenience. Unless they say they are arriving at BWI (Baltimore, Washington International airport).  On a good day that one is two hours from our house.  On a bad day…hang it up.  We won’t go to that airport.  I have to really, really LOVE you in order to drive to BWI.

Washington Dulles International airport is almost as bad. It is up I95, around the beltway (I495) and then take the Dulles airport exit.  Make sure you stay to the left so you don’t end up on the Dulles Toll Road. I don’t mind driving to Dulles.

Unless it is during rush hour traffic.

No one understand rush hour traffic unless they live in Los Angles, Phoenix and New York. They can truly appreciate rush hour traffic. My friends plane arrived at Dulles at 5pm. That is smack in the middle of rush hour traffic. I would have been better off  letting her sit at the airport for two hours then gone to pick her up.

It only took me  30-40 minutes to get to Dulles. North bound traffic was moving at a nice pace. I cringed when I looked at the south bound lanes. Upon arriving at the airport and taking the additional 20 minutes to locate the cell phone parking lot, I parked and took a nap. I did at least get a nice 20 minute snooze.

My friend called me to let me know she was standing outside gate 7 so off I went.

I missed the exit to Manassas.  It would not have made any difference.  Traffic was a bear no matter which way you went. We pulled out of the parking lot at 5:30.

Two hours and forty minutes. 2hrs 40 min. It doesn’t matter how you say it; it took us two. hours. and. forty. mins. to get home. My down yonder is stiff and my legs didn’t want to work. We stopped at our favorite awful place to grab a bite and stretch our legs then headed the rest of the way home.

If you decide to fly out for a visit? DO. NOT. SCHEDULE. YOUR. FLIGHT. TO. LAND. DURING. RUSH. HOUR. TRAFFIC. That is a baaaaddd thing to do to your friends. I would gladly pick you up at 2am as long as you don’t fly in between the hours of 6am-9:30am and 2:30pm -7:30pm. If you promise me not to do that, I will come home and make you sausage gravy and biscuits and might even throw in some homemade cinnamon rolls. You must not fly in during rush hour traffic.

I beg of you…consider your friends who must sit in traffic to get you back to their home.

All I could think of the whole way home was how happy I was that I wasn’t driving a stick.

I took a picture with my cell phone.  It is not a great picture.  I am sure you will get the idea.

The Beltway of Northern Virginia

The Beltway of Northern Virginia

In case you don’t believe me…It is like this every night. You can visit WTOP.COM and actually watch our traffic in the traffic cameras stationed along I95.

Have a nice evening… 🙂 I am standing up for the rest of the night.

December 18, 2008 Posted by | Attitude, Field Trip, Grief | , , | 7 Comments