are stop signs with white lines around them optional?

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this is a question i have pondered for years, almost 47 (chronological if you must know) years to be exact, but in real people years, oh say 30ish when my old best friend ick got his drivers licence <seg>.  i remember a bunch of us driving around and someone, maybe me, telling him yo ick, didnt you know, stop signs with white lines around them are optional?  no way!  yes way – lets ride!

it was about oh say 6 or 7 stop signs blown off when he realized that every stop sign has that ubiquitous white line around them and he got pissed!  what would have happened if i got stopped for blowing off a stop sign.  i told him dude – the cop would have laughed at you for being so stupid for listening to us and we would have paid your fine!  fast forward to a few years ago when i was teaching my son to drive. oh sweet jesus.  boy is a good driver, but having him turn into the local turkey hill convenience store from rt 322 at mach 10 when the lot was FULL was a white knuckle experience for me and im hollering (quietly) boy slow down, boy slow the fuck down please!  when i mean this particular lot was full is an understatement. there were lines at the gas pump, every space in front of the store were full and trucks were parked on the side of the lot.  yes, my knuckles were white and my panic level was on overdrive.  but i quietly reminded him, after my breathing returned to something back to normal was that you never ever pull into a convenience store at mach 10.  we still laugh at that!

but i also passed on the advice of years gone by – manchild, stop signs with white lines around them are optional honey.  m’boy is a little wiser than we were back as teenagers (ok, we were wasted lol) and it took him only 3 stop signs before he said, suspiciously, mom, EVERY STOP SIGN HAS A WHITE LINE AROUND IT!  i told him you’re a good kid and very observant and then told him the story of days gone by.  he said ya’ll were pretty damn dumb werent you?  busted.

but here i am, all those years gone by and i wonder. are stop signs with white lines really optional?  i leave for work at dark thirty.  there’s no one on the road when i split for work (which is absolutely wonderful, i HATE rush hour, i HATE people). im actually going west rather than east and am driving down one of the prettiest roads ive ever been blessed to drive/ride down (boy i miss our bike). but when i leave home at dark thirty, i have a stop sign at the end of our road.  aint no one around – dare i stop for the required count to 3 or just look both ways as im approaching the sign and ease on down, ease on down the road?   i say required count to three as the *snort* boys in blue (bad cop no donut) will nail you for a california stop if you do not come to a complete stop.  trust me, they got my beloved and i one time right after i told him come to a complete stop honey. did he listen? no. dumbass.  but the cop let us go as we were on a new home hunt.  more on that horrific episode later – shuddering with the ickies -= man that was gross.

perhaps i should have titled this entry as fun with driving or episodes with driving or bad drivers.  i have one ok, several bad driving stories that are just too funny (to me).  stepping back into the wayback machine into the days of yore, we had a friend who was the quintessential blonde – white blonde, incredibly blue eyes but dumb as a fox.  this chick could walk into a party and walk out with more dope than she came in with and had no money. but…. she simply could not drive.  i dont mean she just was an inexperienced diver, this chick owned several telephone poles and totaled her cars like no one i can remember.  i remember her taking ick to downtown philly to pick up some speakers for his stereo.  during their trip around broadstreet, he jumped out of the car with speakers and took off running. there was no way he was riding home with her.  then she drove me, my bestest bud in the world and a guy with connections to go cop a sheet.  we made it to villanova, all of us white knuckling it and with bile in the back of our throats.  we made the deal and got back into the car and the ride home was easily one of the most horrifying rides of my life.  at one point we were begging her to let us out of the car (she had the locks locked so we couldnt get out) and told us i brought you here, i’m taking you home.  i swear – hand to heart, i saw a black man turn white. im sure i was fluorescent white myself.  never ever again.  not long after that, i was walking to icks house and she pulled up and offered me a ride.  i told her no, im enjoying the walk and the sun. there was not a snowballs chance in hell that id get into a car with her even for 3 blocks.  sigh.

but here i am, living in the country (finally, i really hate people and need my fresh air, and at this time of the year, the mini moo’s, baby baa’s – the circle of life starting up again) and when its still dark out in the morning – why on gods green earth should i stop for a stop sign when there is no one anywhere near me?  if i even think i see a headlight, which never happens, i will come to a complete stop cause its the right thing to do. but if there isnt any oncoming lights – that sign is optional.  now traffic lights, whatever time it is are NEVER optional cause i know where 50 hang out.  but what i found to be extremely hilarious this morning was…. as i was riding down 340 i happened to catch a shetland pony trotting across the amish farms front yard.  no, said pony was not in his pen, he was out for a stroll.  he actually looked to be happy about it as well.  i wonder though, had i been 30 seconds earlier, would i have caught him in the road in front of me?  only the shadow knows.

however, today was a crappy day at work.  writing is making the shitty day fade. being socially unattractive im not going to apologize for working with little puerto rico and being the only white chick on the morning shift.  and fuck you if you dont like it. im not here to be liked all the time.  i have customers complain about the spanish constantly being spoken back in the drive thru/sandwhich station which i am not allowed anywhere near. i run the front counter and i run it well and i am not allowed to leave the front counter.  i get compliments right and left, and i make each customer feel welcome and compliment each customer on something they’re wearing or some such thing.  the spanish is bothering me as well. its making me get to the point of looking for another job despite my incredibly awesome customers.  im the only one who gets consistent excellent customer reviews sent in. it got to the point today that i told my boss to have our “new” shift manager get off my back because i know how to do my job and i do it well.  for instance – i took $15 out cause i needed a roll of quarters and dimes.  i put it far enough back on the counter so no one could lift it and when i get a free second, i go back and get my quarters and dimes.  apparently this bothered our new shift manager who told me that i am to give it to her.  i told her this is how i do it, this is how i always have done it because i never have anyone to depend on so i do it myself.  i have a feeling that she and i are going to have a come to jesus meeting soon.  but before i left, i gave her the dilly0 on what to expect this weekend.

there is a quilting convention and they will be busy.  she is going to have to take the extra coffee pot from drive thru and ignore their whining because walk ins will out number drive thrus until we get new pots in.  i had asked bossman if i could take the extra coffee pot from drive thru and he said so long as they arent using it and i told him bud – they’ll whine and cry about it and you need to do something about that cause im sick of it. in 2 to 3 months, my walk ins will out number drive thrus 6 to 2.  i dunno.  but i do know im calling the big boss and see if i can transfer to a closer store.  im done working in little puerto rico as i find the constant spanish discussions ignorant. and i am so sick of the whining of the spaninsh kids. they are the laziest tan kids i have ever met.  half the time my orders are ignored and my customers half to wait an incredibly long time which is unacceptable.  ive got seniority and one of them seems to think she runs the shop. sorry bitch, i got some news for you…

hmmmmm who should i piss off next????  so many people, so many assholes, so little time… <seg> like thats ever stopped me before! 😉

i think it might be time for midnight ninja raids again!

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good evening gentle readers.  ive been thinking about it for a while and im beginning to think that a midnight ninja raid or three is overdue.  what is a midnight ninja raid you ask SU?  a midnight ninja raid is when you (we) or i (you) get dressed in dark clothes and go to the various and sundry farms in your (my) or my (your) general area and free the mini moo’s from their bondage.

but SU – what is their bondage and the purpose of their bondage you ask?  the sole purpose of this horrible practice is that the farmers are “raising veal”.  i am so diametrically opposed to this practice that it makes my skin crawl.  i havent eaten veal in well over 30 years.  but what is “raising veal” you ask.  veal is the product of containing a baby cow in a pen barely as large as it is so that it can not move, and therefore not toughen the meat.  that is why veal is so tender and forkable.  the baby cow simply can not move around.  i am so totally against that practice that it infuriates me as an animal lover and as far as peta is concerned (and i have little use for those assholes), im a person who eats tasty animals. but not veal. gimme a excellent cut of filet, or a strip steak (when im in the mood for steak, which isnt all that often) and im as happy as a pig in shit.

but there are times when midnight ninja raids are just for shits and giggles and they used to be my mischief night days.  oh, those were the days… (sings archie and edith lol).  pop would stock us up with toilet paper, soap and eggs and off we’d go into that dark night <seg>.  i also have a fairly distinct memory of a bunch of us walking to our buddy daves house with a case or two, thru a field of cows, there may have been snow at the time, of that i am not sure and stopping to go cow-tipping lol.  yes, cow-tipping.  it was a long walk to daves, we had to have some fun you know.  and the 1984 new years party at his house totally rocked!  lol aint nothing like waking up covered in dried champagne the next morning!  thank god for cold pizza!

i do have some ideas for midnight ninja raids however, but those i must keep to myself <weseg>  my motives are not always pure…  like the dog down the street that needs to be rescued as its owners dont give a fucking crap about it.  i’ve already called the spca on them twice because of the treatment of the dog.  first the dog was unleashed and running out into the street in front of me or after my car (and others – pa is a leash law state).  well – that got the poor thing chained up as far from the house as possible, with what looks to be a 10 foot chain attached to a dog house – and i mean this dog house is as far away from the human house as can be.  and since then, i have NEVER seen the kids or ANYONE playing with the poor thing.  then, i cant tell you how many times ive seen that poor thing pacing at the end of his rope with his food dish in his mouth with the owners on the porch just sitting there.  even in the rain, that poor dog would be pacing with its bowl in his mouth and the owners sitting their porch bullshitting and ignoring their dog, the kids nowhere in sight.  if thats not neglect, i dont know what is.  so im thinking of a midnight ninja raid to free that poor thing and finding a home where he will be loved and cherished like a dog should be.  i simply can not tolerate animal abuse.  personally i would like to see done to the humans what was done to the animal.  times 10 of course.

lmsao im watching two and a half men, the episode where one of charlie’s ex’s comes back, as a man!  charlie, look at me.  charlie looks – noooooo.  jill?  no, bill.  noooooooooooooo lolol.  this is one of my favorite episodes, after squab.  SQUAB is a classic!  and we’re now getting close to stuporbowl time and socially unattractives 3rd annual stuporbowl blog, which will naturally feature the puppy bowl!!  we like the puppy bowl, if you didnt figure that out already.  im kinda bummed that tim tebow and co didnt make the bowl but the fact that they made it as far as they did and that he was getting slammed by the assholes of the country who have problems with people of faith, publicly expressing their faith is heartwarming to me.  tim is an inspiration to so many people, especially baby believers, and even believers like me who sometimes have problems with their faith because he lives his faith in such an unassuming way, despite what he does on the field.  i would like to be more like him in so many ways.

some of my ninja raids do require road trips, but its all good and the end result is so worth it.  but more importantly, i have some excellent sites that i frequent, and you all should go take a look at them.  if you are into art, bob venosa’s site is beyond incredible along with michael im too lazy to go check one of my books whelan, he did the illustrations for heinlein, stephen kings the dark tower etc.  ive listed delphi forums if you are into the gladiator style of current events, but there are far more other subjects to find and enjoy.  drageara is about one of my favorite authors, steven brust – his books are outstanding.   im hoping that i have terry pratchett there as well, if not he will be there shortly.  i wouldnt put those links there if i thought that you all wouldnt like them, as well as showing some insight into the mind of socially unattractive.  so please, go check them out.  they’re pretty righteous!

and with that, i bid you adieu!

eta good lord my dog kilo farts like my exhusband.  he, and the damn dog could clear out a room!  jeez kilo, that was rank!

oh bloody hell i forgot the vodka!

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and we are supposed to get snew tonight gentle readers and those of you who have been with me from the dawn of time know how much i hate snew, much less shoveling that white crap.  the only thing that ever made it worth while was coming in from a few hours of back breaking labor was to mix up a nice strong white russian and to sit back and watch it snew.  yes, snew.  somehow that makes that white shit less irritating.  while i do enjoy watching it snew, its quiet, soothing in its suhshhhhhing sound while falling.  the earth and trees are pristine in their cleanness and everything is renewed in its cleanness.  ok i know i used cleanness twice in a single sentence but i was too lazy to dig out my thesaurus. hmm and in thinking about it, i dont think shoveling is in my foreseeable future seeing as i recently fell down my hill and screwed up my back and neck, not to mention almost dying of hypothermia.  oh well. that which doesnt kill me amuses the hell out of me lol.

so the question remains.  do i take a ride to the liquor store for a bottle of booze and kamora (cheap baileys lol)?  i do not know.  i do know however that judging from the weather troll, we’re looking at around 3-5 inches of that crap along with freezing rain and sleet.  i dont mind driving in the snow, my beloved larry is 4wd on command and we can go anywhere lol.  i get myself into trouble in 2 wheel drive and get myself out of trouble in 4 lol.  but 4wd aint gonna do shit in freezing rain/sleet.  with a $500 deductible and a half hour drive to work – its not worth it for me to try dark thirty or not.

i see satans tormenter has made his visit to my blog and commented on poor nigel.  he’s assumed room temperature. i wonder what is to be done with him.  toss him about like a rag doll perhaps?  turn him into the lastest entree at the local chinee foo restaurant perhaps?  i guess only the shadow knows….  opie certainly doesnt lmsao.  oh poor poor pitiful opie.  out classed, out of her league and doesnt know when to quit lol.

speaking of satans tormenter’s last comment lol, i am constantly amused at the number of spam comments i get in my spam queue (spam spam spam spam).  everything from ugg boots, chanel and or coach bags, posts that make simply no sense and the only thing that goes thru my mind is monte python’s Spam skit lol. i’ll take spam, eggs, nigel and spam spam spam and spam and potato’s.

i was going to submit a poll for you gentle readers but i didnt like the way it turned out, so i will leave it to you to figure out on your own:  are stop signs with white lines around them optional at dark thirty?  its just something to think about when you’re bored and have nothing better to do, as its something i think about when im on my way to work at darkthirty.  traffic lights are definitely not optional no matter what the time, but stop signs with white lines…. its something to ponder.

im sitting here, comfy in my jammies, robe and nice black fuzzy slippers (that i got for christmas yea!!!) listening to the hounds knock on the door cause they want to go out, which means naturally i put down my computron and get up to let the heinous hounds out. and i totally forgot where i was going with this thought lol.  yet i sit here listening to my beloved playing his keyboards in the bedroom and i find it soothing as he plays well.  music is an integral part of my life, i do not function well without it in about every aspect of my life.  larry naturally plays when she feels like it and im threatening her with a new stereo as i dont do well with the silence and the voices in my head. but when its just my beloved and me, if im not listening to rhapsody when im online, i have a front row seat to a private concert but so help me god if he doesnt stop playing ghost riders…..  O_o

aaah wonderful </sarcasm>  aint no way im going to work tomorrow.  by the time i will be leaving for work, it will be snowing fairly heavily. by the time i would be starting and have been there two hours, it will be freezing rain and i would be leaving for home in dangerous road conditions.  calling out now but it would be nice if he answered his fone lol.  again, 4wd does no good in ice.

for the love of god, i am so sick and tired of the republican primaries.  will they ever end and it doesnt really matter because i dont see bummer giving up power without a fight which would give him the excuse he needs, oh who am i kidding he’s drooling over it, to declare martial law.  as it is now, we’re living in a totalitarian state, our republic has been shattered and our constitution shit on and destroyed.  homeland stupidity and the terroristic stupid assholes (tsa) are scaring the sheeple and basically destroying our 4th amendment rights to illegal search and seizure.  little by little, bummer and holder (jeebers dont get me started on that incompetent fool who sold guns to the drug lords in mexico…. and then lied about it in front of a grand jury, dumbfuck), napolitano *rolling eyes at another incompetent fool* are turning our country, which once was the greatest country in the world into a third world totalitarian state.  socialism be damned – they’ve gone beyond that little community organizers pipedream.  and any government that considers a large portion of its population as domestic terrorists and is authorized to kill on sight – now thats pretty fucked up.  people like my husband and i – bible believing born again believers (christians if you will, but we dont agree or subscribe to the touchy feely christians of today who only believe in certain parts of the bible), who believe strongly in the 2nd amendment and the constitution, and my husband being a veteran – well according to bummer and co – we’re domestic terrorists and will probably be locked up in one of femas concentration camps.  do a google search.  they’re there and there are 3 in pa, one in camp hill…  you would not believe the things you are not allowed to do in this day and age.  i lift this from an article i copped from

The real 2012 doomsday, u.s falls to tyranny

“the First Congress enacted the original Crimes Act in 1790, with only 17 recognized Federal crimes, it may have been reasonable to assume that as long as a person was a law-abiding citizen, he was not at risk of intrusion. Today, though, there are more than 4,500 Federal crimes — and many are so obscure that they are nearly indecipherable. In addition to the 4,500 Federal crimes, there are tens of thousands of Federal regulations. Many people commit criminal acts daily without even knowing they are doing so.

Last year was a very busy one for all of those interested in ending American life as it is and has been known. The United States that was a Republic has already collapsed and has very quietly become a totalitarian regime, complete with a dictator named Obama and a Congress that bends to his will and continually legislates in such a way that would make any totalitarian regime proud. Together they have done everything in their power to undermine the Constitution and name themselves as the all-powerful ruling class. And with the undoing of the ideas of the Founders and the ruination of but a few more checks and balances, they will effectively claim their supremacy.”

now if you dont agree with this, you need to get your head out of the freakin sand and open your eyes. if you are not outraged, you are not paying attention.  and if you are not paying attention, you deserve what you get.   and i am utterly terrified at the prospect of the republican contestants for the doubtful election – as they all are frightening to me.  the only one i could vote for with any semblance of confidence would be ron paul.  not like it matters anyway….


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