*may or may not contain the POTUS, and may or may not be actual motorcade, and may or may not be driving the wrong way down the street
Showing posts with label driving records. Show all posts
Showing posts with label driving records. Show all posts
Thursday, July 29, 2010
When POTUS comes to town
and requires blocking off the street by the Big J ... and his motorcade* drives by ... this is what you can see from my office window!
*may or may not contain the POTUS, and may or may not be actual motorcade, and may or may not be driving the wrong way down the street
*may or may not contain the POTUS, and may or may not be actual motorcade, and may or may not be driving the wrong way down the street
Friday, March 5, 2010
Safety Reminder from "Crash"
As someone whose life was saved numerous* times thanks to wearing my seat belt, I strongly encourage you to buckle up -- always wear your seat belt.
This is probably the most beautiful safety reminder I've ever seen.
Please share this message and help save lives.
*Sadly, I'm not exaggerating.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Future Drivers of America
Beware,
The future drivers of America are already practicing their skills, much to the consternation of their siblings and cousins.
taking her sister for a ride.
The future drivers of America are already practicing their skills, much to the consternation of their siblings and cousins.
I present, Amber ...
taking her sister for a ride. Elle looks a little daunted by the prospect.
Drew wants to have a bike without training wheels.
Drew wants to have a bike without training wheels. Something like this!
That's much better! He is also annoyed by slow drivers.
As for me, now that the road is clear ...
I'm thinking about getting me one of these blue beauties.
Nightmares or dreams.
Two sides of one coin.
Watch out world. We're driving!
Saturday, February 9, 2008
10 Random Things about Auntie Nettie
A couple of days ago I was tagged by Xtina of the Monkey Maxfield’s blog. As per her instructions, I am supposed to list ten (10) random things about myself.
RANDOM THINGS ABOUT AUNTIE NETTIE:
1. I am named after my paternal grandfather and a paternal ancestress, a great-great-great something aunt. I have the exact same name as the great(X)-aunt, which means if you Google me and scroll around, it may look like I’ve been dead since 1878.
2. I have no middle name. Neither did my namesake (see above).
3. People mistake and mispronounce my first and surname all the time. It’s ridiculous. Pay attention people. It's like the MONTH. I’m not of Latin or African-American descent. Nor, for that matter, am I related to the coffee people. If you come across an article or book ala The Devil Wears Prada or The Nanny Diaries written by a Juanita Maxwell, I don’t know anything about it (*ahem*). Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Bribes WILL be accepted.
4. My nicknames in high school were Mario (as in Andretti), Crash, and Evil (as in Kneivil) because of my unfortunate propensity to have 'minor' fender-benders. I don’t have a car anymore in case you think things have changed. (I don't care what the ongoing litigation is saying, I still maintain the last one WAS NOT MY FAULT.)
5. I used to play the piano relatively well. Now I just type very fast, and can do so with my eyes closed.
6. In college I was part of a chamber ensemble called the Trio Non Sacra, aka The Unholy Trio. Rehearsals were always fun and filled with cackling, hysterical laughter (oh, except for the Martinu! We had another nickname for that piece). One time the violinist played the piano while I did a “dance” to the rhythmic and percussive accompaniment of the flutist. We did play at Commencement, albeit with a new name and much more decorum.
7. I don’t like heights and one time got severe vertigo on the Empire State Building, but for some reason I want to do a tandem jump out of a plane. Go figure.
8. I’m pretty sure I have a government file. Why? I went to the Soviet Union in high school, have a friend who use to work for the White House Advance Communication Detail, had another friend use me as a reference when she was going to have top-level military language training, and have another friend who used me as a reference to join the tri-state area bar. Do I think Big Brother is watching? YEP! (Payre A. Noid. Party of One. Your table is ready.)
9. For a brief time I considered applying for a job with the CIA -- and I don't mean the Culinary Institute of America. The other one. Yep. That one. As a librarian, granted, but still. Can you imagine? The mind boggles. What was I thinking?! Sydney Bristow I am not.
10. I’m painfully shy. Social situations like parties, gatherings, or any new situations are a nightmare. So how do I do library work, fund raise, “booze and schmooze,” do tours, take classes, date, or leave the house, etc.? Some situations I avoid utterly, others I ease into, some I’ve gotten over completely. It’s a work in progress. This shirt fits me to a T.
There are ten (10) somewhat random things about Auntie Nettie. Hope this helps explain the enigma-wrapped-in-a-puzzle-shrouded-by-mystery that is me.
I guess now I am supposed to tag some other people so I will tag the following unholy friends, Krippy and Jane.
RANDOM THINGS ABOUT AUNTIE NETTIE:
1. I am named after my paternal grandfather and a paternal ancestress, a great-great-great something aunt. I have the exact same name as the great(X)-aunt, which means if you Google me and scroll around, it may look like I’ve been dead since 1878.
2. I have no middle name. Neither did my namesake (see above).
3. People mistake and mispronounce my first and surname all the time. It’s ridiculous. Pay attention people. It's like the MONTH. I’m not of Latin or African-American descent. Nor, for that matter, am I related to the coffee people. If you come across an article or book ala The Devil Wears Prada or The Nanny Diaries written by a Juanita Maxwell, I don’t know anything about it (*ahem*). Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Bribes WILL be accepted.
4. My nicknames in high school were Mario (as in Andretti), Crash, and Evil (as in Kneivil) because of my unfortunate propensity to have 'minor' fender-benders. I don’t have a car anymore in case you think things have changed. (I don't care what the ongoing litigation is saying, I still maintain the last one WAS NOT MY FAULT.)
5. I used to play the piano relatively well. Now I just type very fast, and can do so with my eyes closed.
6. In college I was part of a chamber ensemble called the Trio Non Sacra, aka The Unholy Trio. Rehearsals were always fun and filled with cackling, hysterical laughter (oh, except for the Martinu! We had another nickname for that piece). One time the violinist played the piano while I did a “dance” to the rhythmic and percussive accompaniment of the flutist. We did play at Commencement, albeit with a new name and much more decorum.
7. I don’t like heights and one time got severe vertigo on the Empire State Building, but for some reason I want to do a tandem jump out of a plane. Go figure.
8. I’m pretty sure I have a government file. Why? I went to the Soviet Union in high school, have a friend who use to work for the White House Advance Communication Detail, had another friend use me as a reference when she was going to have top-level military language training, and have another friend who used me as a reference to join the tri-state area bar. Do I think Big Brother is watching? YEP! (Payre A. Noid. Party of One. Your table is ready.)
9. For a brief time I considered applying for a job with the CIA -- and I don't mean the Culinary Institute of America. The other one. Yep. That one. As a librarian, granted, but still. Can you imagine? The mind boggles. What was I thinking?! Sydney Bristow I am not.
10. I’m painfully shy. Social situations like parties, gatherings, or any new situations are a nightmare. So how do I do library work, fund raise, “booze and schmooze,” do tours, take classes, date, or leave the house, etc.? Some situations I avoid utterly, others I ease into, some I’ve gotten over completely. It’s a work in progress. This shirt fits me to a T.
There are ten (10) somewhat random things about Auntie Nettie. Hope this helps explain the enigma-wrapped-in-a-puzzle-shrouded-by-mystery that is me.
I guess now I am supposed to tag some other people so I will tag the following unholy friends, Krippy and Jane.
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