Monday, May 18, 2009

Saints, Asses and Tomtaoes

Saints

Our life continues to be blessed with people who love Samantha and are not intimidated by her medical needs. This makes life doable, bearable, pleasurable and enjoyable. The latest addition to Team Samantha is Kelly; the daughter of our next-door neighbor, nursing student and fan of our little peanut.

Perfect!

Kelly shows up at the door with her keyboard so she can play for Samantha. She sings, reads and cuddles.

Mama goes out for a ride because it is, after all, only 2 1/2 months until the Courage Classic. Mama rides stress free knowing that another Samantha Saint is watching over little Princess.

Asses

Speaking of Mama....I must confess that there are times when yes, I can be, an Ass. Sometimes I don't realize it until I'm in throws of my behavior and then it hits me...."oops....I'm being an ass"

The other day the car in front of me can to a stop and looked like he was trying to merge in the turn lane. Lanes on either side of us were moving quickly and it looked like he had stopped traffic so he could get in the turn lane (or at least this is what it seemed like to me).

"Oh come on." I said.

No movement.

I honked my horn.

I tried to go around him.

I honked again.

And then I realized that the REASON he had stopped and was trying to change lanes was because the car in front of him had stalled. Ooops...nevermind.

THEN to make matters worse, he pulled into the other lane and made room for me to get by. I was so embarassed I rolled down the window and apologized.

"I'm sorry I honked at you. I didn't realized what was going on."

He waved, smiled and continued to eat his banana.

I was embarassed; me and my road rage. I then, on top of it all, he was nice!

I then I realized what he did. I had been an ass, he had let it pass.

I got an Ass Pass.

The other day I was out on my bike and got cut off by a car. We both stopped at the red light. Instead of giving him a lecture on sharing the road or at the very least a good glaring, I decided to give him a pass....ass pass.

Maybe it would be a better place if we didn't assume that wrong doings are a personal assult but merely a person distracted or having a bad day. Maybe they just need a pass.

Tomatos

My garden is planted and I am growing baby yum yums that will burst into lovely veggies in a month or two. I love this! I love eating food I have planted, watered and cared for.

We have a rouge bunny that keeps showing up with a napkin, knife and fork. Not sure if I'm generous enough to give HIM a pass.

Happy Spring my friends

2 comments:

Tracy said...

Ass Pass - I love it!!!!

Princess Abigail said...

Hey I like that! And its got me thinking ... I wage too many wars from behind my steering wheel. What is it about cars that make us so aggressive? I say things to people in my car that I would NEVER EVER say to them in the street. I reckon its a territorial thing. Interesting food for thought. Another Heather Gem!