12 August 2005

beautiful day

earlier i was sitting here reading my email. i decided to leave the front door open so that the last bits of summer breeze could run a muck in our house, while drinking my most favorite wine in the world (louis tete beaujolais villages 2003). partially watching when harry met sally on tv, and waiting for my dinner to finish cooking....i just simply love summer evenings.

on a completely crappier note i got a freakin' photo radar and red light enforcement ticket in the mail today. sean tried to make it sort of funny...but lets face it. it's not. and it's even less funny because it's the second one that i've gotten. i know i'm sure that i'm not getting any sympathy from anyone right now because you're most likely thinking "well maybe you should stop running red lights" and obviously that's true. but it's not that i'm some crazy out of control driver. i just really really HATE those stupid cameras. i'm not arguing that i didn't run the red light. OBVIOUSLY I DID. i'm just really really annoyed by the whole thing. i have a lot of reasons which i won't go through because no one wants to hear me complain. i'm just really really annoyed that every day i have to pass through 5 cameras simply to get to work. i'm all for having safe drivers on the road but the reason that i'm annoyed by this is because sean and i really have no money right now...which is fine, we're being taken care of....but i'm PISSED that we're spending money that we really don't have to pay off this stupid photo red light ticket. i'm just tired and i hate wasting my money. lame. that's all i have to say....lame. mostly it makes me upset because it effects sean. now there are things he can't have or do..the cat can't go to the vet, etc etc... sometimes life is beautiful...sometimes lame.


3 comments:

Deanna said...

I'm so glad that we got to talk so long yesterday. I LOVE BEING SO NEAR TO YOU!!!

Jules Oldroyd said...

i am really enjoying it myself (: ...near to you not near to myself.

Juana said...

i just recently started driving . . . and i have trouble speeding up, it makes me nervous. would you mind telling my foot to stop hitting the gas when it gets nervous? it only happens sometimes, but boy does it make me feel silly!