SUV: Sport Utility Vehicle? or Stupid Unyeidling Vehicle?

You can always get a feel for how the day will go by a glimpse of your morning, mine starts out with the morning routine (there isn't one) I mean I try and it usually goes as good as it can. If the boys get up early enough they get to pick out their cereal of choice and watch cartoons while I get ready. If not they get a pop tart on our way out the door. They tend to like the idea of watching cartoons and having their stuff together. Which in turn helps me out. Mornings have been good with our makeshift morning routine, so the next step is my religious coffee stop. I don't care if I am going to be 15 minutes late to work, I am getting my coffee.
I pull into the parking lot and see my destination... A parking spot straight ahead, and close to the front door. So the vehicle in front of me grabs one open spot and I try and slide my small but very cute blue car in the spot next to it. It wont work, I mean, I could get in the spot but no one would be able to open their doors. The vehicle that parked right before me was a Chevrolet Suburban. I start to feel attitude coming up, I quickly back up and pull into another spot, while this spot is not as close to the door and it is finally raining in Oregon like good 'ol days I walk the extra 10 feet to the front door that carries the smell and warmth of my morning happiness in a cup.
The driver of the Suburban looks at me, I am anticipating a comment from him, and since I haven't had my coffee I automatically assume it would be somewhat similar to my attitude that started to grow as I couldn't park because this honkin car hogged up 2 spots. He holds the door and says "Please go in first, it is the least I could do since my car is parked over the line" . My manners come back to me in a snap and the attitude left as quick as it came. He comments about how the car is a pain to park and a pain in his wallet for gas, that his 16 year old son just got his license and he needs a smaller car for his son to drive.
So my morning went pretty well and my day hasn't been so bad. Had this situation gone differently I am sure the day too would follow with a less than favorable mood.
This whole thing just got me thinking about SUV's though... I cant speak much out of the Northwest states, but we here are obsessed with SUV's.... They are great for the changes in the weather and grocery shopping and large families that want to look better than driving the "mini van". BUT and that is a big but, they take up a lot of space, you can't fit them anywhere and the drivers of these notoriously huge vehicles tend to carry a lot of attitude, whipping into lanes and parking spots they don't fit in. It might suck, but park further out where it is okay to take up 2 spots... in this "fat" America there are plenty of spots further away from the doors because no one wants to even walk far from their cars! Is it really necessary to have a vehicle so enormous? The Hummer now has a mini version of its monsterous metal on wheels to a more reasonable mid size suv... And my thoughts are not about ALL suv's just the ones that should require a special license and driving class to own and operate.

One in a Trillion

My Friend Joe said to me, "you should title your blog 'One in a Trillion' because your more rare than One in a Million", in the case of the United States it would need to be 300 Million according to the Census.
He said this to me as we were discussing a trip he might take to Vegas soon as a birthday present to himself. I told him to hit up a classy gentleman's Club while he was down there. I have heard from others they are the best around. For some reason guys don't think that girls are too fond of strip clubs. I think they are great and I enjoy going and getting the attention. I also admire the women who are confident and sexy in their skin to share it. I don't think it as a sleazy thing, and I don't swing that way either. I find it odd that most men think it is cool that I enjoy them, Im not jealous is that why?
So I ponder the thought that I am more rare than One in a Trillion. Is it rare for me to be a single mom who is successfully staying a float financially? That I can run my house, tend to meals, homework, kids and be successful at work too? There isn't a choice for me not to, there isn't a choice for me to pass responsibility onto someone else, because there isn't someone to pass it on to. Im not going to let my world, life and home fall apart because I don't have someone to pick up the slack. I don't do well with failure. I have had enough failure in my life that it isn't about to happen just because I am dubbed "single mom".
Is it my personality that makes me rare? My friendly, understanding personality. The sense of humor that I carry with heavy sarcasm? My love of Football, beer, foul language and Cops?
*WARNING* still very high maintenance... I wont go outside without looking cute. I get my hair done religiously, buy expensive name brand makeup. Stylish clothing (even the boys have to match every morning) I don't like wet towel's anywhere but the hamper, especially not on the bed! I do my own French manicure on my hands and toes every 2 to 3 days. I buy a Triple Venti Non-fat, No Whip White Chocolate Mocha from starbucks every morning (Jealous Cory?).
My point is I am just like a Trillion other people out there, each a little different in their own way, I feel I am destined for more, but as far as I go... Im still regular, like everyone else.
I do appreciate the compliment Joe, you are always sweet and kind to me.

Open Wounds

We are officially stuck in the middle of the week. Monday has us blocked in and Wednesday the notorious "hump" day isn't quite here so I am saturated with work, stress and what feels like a really long week still ahead.
I have been seeing Michal now for 3 months. Progress? Of course, and while my initial reasoning for needing therapy or counseling or a bitch-fest (to each their own) is not why I see him now. I have progressed in area's I didn't even know were really issues. One in particular hits a little rough today.
I get a phone call at 8am on the dot. Phone calls at 8am usually are family and this one was close enough. A person in my prayers and thoughts had past away at 5am this morning. 88 years old, but you would have never thought by the way this man moved, spoke or physically looked that he was near the age he really was. His dear wife sent out an email message to everyone and these were her words.... "Our 'Jake' has gone. He had a quiet passing and it was time for him to leave. He was such a wonderful man and husband, and it will be a great loss to many."
This email and event has opened up a fresh wound for me. While old is never old enough and I am not sure there really is "a time to go". Someone's, someone is gone. Whether she knows it or not she will see him again, but until then it will feel as though another eternity has fallen upon her, that it will never be soon enough for her to see him again.
'Jake' like my own father never let on how sick or in pain he really was.
I haven't lost a husband, or a child, but losing someone you love, you admire, you look up to and found no fault in... is hard. No matter the who, what ,when, where and why. It hurts.
I hope you meet my father 'Jake', he was and is a great man. Your in great hands. I will keep your wife and family in my prayers. Today I grieve all over again, and lucky for the sensitive me.... I cry.