Traffic Whoa's

I have bitched about the traffic on here so much that one may be inclined to think that is all that I ever bitch about. Not true. There is just such an abundance of stupid people on the road here that I could, literally, base this entire blog on them alone. I refuse to do that however, because I don't like to limit myself or my creative abilities. (Or lack there of, which ever you choose) That doesn't mean that there will not be the occasional traffic post, though. I drive at least 30 minutes to and from work Monday thru Friday, and some of the things I see happen almost daily would be enough to stand the hair up on the back of your neck.

For example, yesterday, the hubby and I carpooled. We do this a lot to save gas and mileage on his car. Really, I don't mind. For one, my truck does do way better on gas than the 'stang does. For another, my truck absolutely refuses to be driven like a sports car, therefore taming down hubby's driving "skills". I work directly across the freeway from him, so when we carpool, we turn left on Paseo, when I would normally go strait when alone. When exiting onto Paseo, there are 2 left hand turn only lanes, a middle lane that can go forward or turn left as well, 1 forward only lane, and then 2 right hand turn only lanes. Hubby's work is on the right hand side of the road, when heading West on Paseo. Meaning we were turning left (to go onto Paseo) but we were in the middle lane. (Look back, remember I said you could go forward or turn left in that lane.) Sitting directly to our left was an elderly couple in a Cadillac with California plates. The Hubby, just joking around, I'm sure, said "I hope this lady knows that's a left turn only lane". Then we proceeded to have a lengthly discussion during the red light about how the road and lanes really are not marked that well and what the city should do to fix it. The light turns green and sure enough as we start to make the left hand turn, the old lady in the caddy tries to go strait. Time slowed down. I could clearly see the face of the old dude in the passenger front seat of the caddy and he looks as if he is going to need to change his depends. My headlights were heading right for his door and I could see every wrinkle, every crease, every little bead of sweat that seemed to magically appear on his terrified bald head. The Hubby mashed the breaks while at the same time applying the same amount of pressure to my horn, all the time swearing at the old folks. We somehow manage to squeeze past them, while avoiding getting hit from behind because of the brake mashing and then the old Lady gets past the intersection and stops, right there on the off ramp going onto I-25. *blinks* I don't know if we scared her so bad that she had to regain her composure before continuing on their trip, if she had to wipe up her husbands side of the seat, or if she was waiting for us to come start some shit with her. Either way it was a stupid move, compounded by the fact that a stupid move put her there in the first place.

I did state that the off ramp was not marked that well, however it was marked. There is a HUGE sign, just as you go up the off ramp that tells you which lane is which, then when you get to the top of the exit ramp, there is a couple more signs marking which lanes go where. There is no excuse for not paying attention when you are driving. If nothing else, the line of left handed blinkers, furiously blinking away, in the lane to her right would have been a good clue.

Basically, what it boils down to, is people lost in their own little world, not paying attention to what is going on around them. I see this type of thing way too often on the freeway. When my 30 minute commute turns into an hour or longer because a couple of ass hats decided to trade paint while doing 70 mph, yeah, I tend to get a little pissed. Especially when temps here are reaching the very high 90's and I have no a/c in the truck, other than the air flow I get when I can keep moving. But if the freeway turns into a 4 lane parking lot, well, I'm just fucked.

I see people change lanes with out even looking. I have seen people squeeze into a space between moving vehicles that is barely a car length, causing all the cars behind them to slam on their brakes, only so that one person could get one more spot. Ohhh. Aren't you special! I mean one more fucking spot, when none of us are fucking moving. Give that guy the Asshole of the Day award. I have seen people slam on their brakes, and I mean literally, the car's front end is diving forward, only to change lanes. TO CHANGE LANES IN MOVING TRAFFIC! I don't think I will ever understand that one. I have seen people shoot across 3 lanes of traffic to exit. I have seen people come to almost a complete stop on the fastest part of the freeway, because they want to exit and are in the wrong lane. I have seen people have to swing into the median to avoid hitting the person they were JUST tailgating. Yeah, leave a little space to allow for reaction time.

Speaking of tail gating, I'm sure all of you know the rule of thumb when judging your distance from the vehicle in front of you. 1 car length for every 10 mph, right? Wrong. Yes, I'm pretty sure that's what they teach you in drivers education classes, however have any of you ever watched Motor Week or any other shows that test cars? It takes 100 feet or more to stop a vehicle. The average car is 20 feet or longer!! Some do better than others, granted, but most do way worse than that. When looking at your next potential car, don't just look at the 0 to 60 time. Also check out the 60-0 time and measurement, if available. Its quite shocking how long it takes for the average car to make a complete stop. Think about how good your brakes are next time your riding some one's ass. Chances are, unless you are paying attention very closely, you are going to tag that person, next time traffic crawls to a halt. And believe me, it will. Either that, or the person your tailgating might just decide to stop, right there on the freeway, for no other reason than to allow you to jam your hood up his ass so he/she can sue the pants off of you.

Well, it's now 4 pm here and I have to go battle it out on the freeway in about 30 minutes. Sigh. I enjoy my commute, I really do. Especially when I have my GoGear. In the morning, it gives me time to prepare my list-o-things to do for the day. At night, I enjoy being able to go over the days events in my head. What didn't I get taken care of, is it possible that I may have pissed some one off today, and if so, do I really give a skinny rats ass? The only time I don't like commuting is when deranged, clueless, I-am-the-only-person-on-the-road cock bastards try to take me out. That's when I get a little stressed. Thank goodness my application for a concealed weapon hasn't come thru yet, or else the population of the Duke City would be significantly less. ha. I fucking wish..

Slutty Hoe The Squishy Turns the big 2-5

Awww isn't she cute?! The next line should be, "Yeah she was, but what happened?!" That would have been my usual smart ass response, but the trouble is she is STILL cute! Tomorrow she turns 25, the Big Quarter Century, and she is still as cute as the day she was born. That Bitch. Ha ha ha. Just kidding, Slutty hoe. You know I love you baby.

I don't have many memories from when Slutty Hoe and I were little, but I do remember playing JEM all the time, and singing. Man, we used to sing a lot, especially when playing JEM with Audball. We were good too! Every afternoon, Slutty Hoe, Aud, and I would plant ourselves in front of the TV to watch JEM, memorizing the songs, and discussing vital matters regarding Starlight and The Holograms. Speaking of, we need to get Aud and have a JEM a-thon again.

Whenever we would play "School" or any other game that required one of us to be the authority figure, I always made her be the authority and I would always cause trouble. Be the "bad kid". I would pick on her, press her buttons, and sometimes go out of the way to really piss her off, because, well, at the time I thought it was fun. To be fair to myself, there were times when it felt like she was doing the same thing to me. I guess that's one of the things that siblings are required to do to one another. Test the boundaries, if you will. Once, I caught her reading my diary and I whipped her arms with a necklace chain. I am deeply sorry for that now, and have learned to control my temper better, but at the same time, it really fucked with me mentally, having some one read my private words. Even if it was one the people I'm closest to. The result of that is I have a wicked journal obsession (I think I have close to 30 now) and I never hand write in a single one. The irony of it is that I have an online diary that was created for people to read. Heh.

Once I got my drivers license, we became damn near inseparable. Mom no longer ran errands, we did it, and it was great! We would run for ice cream, usually stopping at Rosinate to drop off a note on the Hubby's car while he was at night school. (He wasn't the hubby at that time though.) We would drive to the dump together after doing yard work all morning, stopping on our way out of town to get our well deserved munchies and a coke. A reward for all the hard work we had put in. LOL I just remembered this other game we used to play. It was call Super Sonic. (This was before Sonic the Hedgehog) The point of the game was see who could get their chores done the fastest. Granted, we were still doing chores, but it was fun when we made it a competition. The prize for winning was bragging rights while watching the looser finish her chores. She would go to the store with me, or to pay bills, or whatever. Yes, I had friends my own age, but once Slutty Hoe and I crossed the line from being squabbling siblings to getting along, we started doing everything together. Funny how I fought that growing up, but once we made it to the friends point, I actually wanted to include her. Now a days, I sometimes get sad because we cant spend as much time together as we used to. A side effect of growing up and leaving the nest, but it still sucks.

Slutty hoe has always been there for me. I think it is wonderful that even after all the shit we put each other thru over the years, we are still best friends. She knows she can tell me anything and I wont judge her or hold it against her. I know she does the same for me. Yeah, we may still "burn" each other (Cunt to English Dictionary anyone?!) but we both know its all in good fun and nothing is meant by it. I don't want to imagine my life with out her. I have gotten all mushy on here before regarding the Illustrious Slutty Hoe, so I'll spare you all.....this time.

I love you Slutty Hoe. I will see you tomorrow in time to set up for the shin dig. I hope you have a Very Happy Birthday tomorrow, and Many Many more.

I love you.

Piggy Nation

Over the 4th of July holiday weekend there was a shooting here. I know, you are all going into shock. LOL Hey, lay off the sarcasm and rolling eyes. Yes, the Burque has murders all the time, but don't you think that I wouldn't bring it up here, in this blog, unless there was something different or unusual? That's right. Its not like I am a raging murder statistic freak or something. Sheesh...Okay on with the story.

First thing on the news is that there has been a murder, and the victim was driven to the hospital by someone other than the paramedics. The authorities tell the press that they are having a hard time with the crime scene since the victim wasn't found there, so no other information was being released. Two days later the news channels report that the victim had been the step father of an off-duty Albuquerque cop. Ohh the plot thickens...

A few more days go by and it is reported that the off duty officer was the one who shot his step father, with....get this....the officers own state issued police weapon. Then, he didn't even call 911 after he shot his step dad. Oh no. He called in thru his police radio asking for a supervisor. The news people even played the dispatch recording. The man sounds pretty calm, mumbling his way thru his request to speak with a supervisor, and the dispatchers confusion as to why an off duty officer was calling in requesting a superior over the police radio in the first place.

Just wait, the story gets better.

This man is not in jail right now. In fact he is on "paid administrative leave". He isn't working, so basically this guy just got a free vacation courtesy of us tax payers, for murdering a family member. Not only that, but his fellow officers were not very transparent while doing the investigation. They took DAYS to release the report of what happened and even then only very sketchy details. I think the news crew had to dig to find out anything. Even then there is not a lot of coverage on it. Like it all went away in a day or so. Now, the news crews here tend to drag out any murder reporting until they have squeezed out every single detail. Not this time though. This is proof, PROOF, that the cops here are corrupt. I looked online all day yesterday and all day today trying to find the article about it, but can you believe I didn't find it? Ha. I wonder what that means..

I wonder, also, if he is found guilty, if he has to reimburse the state for the pay while he was on "leave". Somehow I doubt it. What about the every day common murderers? If they have 9 to 5 jobs, do they get paid too? I very much doubt that as well. So right now, while I sit here at work, earning my pay, paying my state taxes, I am paying for this man to murder his family and then take a vacation. Nice. A testament to the governing bodies in this state.

I have bitched about cops on here before. I have even tried to give them the benefit of doubt, assuming, that like most groups, there are the occasional bad ones that ruin everything for the actual good ones. But I STILL to this DAY, have yet to have dealings with a decent cop here. Are they all corrupt? Is it just New Mexico or Albuquerque? It is certainly frightening to think that people with authority and power like they have are the ones that are supposed to be protecting us. Ha. Who protects us from them?


UPDATE: 7/13/06 : I found this today. Not much more info, but there is at least something. I love Albuquerque cops.