Dave at the window, originally uploaded by tara.aukerman.

I’m visiting my parents in Waynesboro, and I’ve left my husband home alone for a week. Hopefully, David will spend some time in this particular location while I’m in PA. =)

(hint, hint, D!)

So, I got up early today (a good hour and a half earlier than is my habit) so that I could get in some morning OT instead of having to work late in the afternoon.  I got ready quickly, and with the exception of having to go back into the house 3 times for things I forgot (of course, having to reset the alarm each time), I was making record time.

I didn’t have to wait for any lights, and I missed having to wait for a train by seconds.  So, I’m driving past the tracks, watching the train go through in my rearview mirror and feeling pretty good about my morning.  Then I had to brake.  And stay.  Because of traffic.

I know that traffic happens in other areas of the city.  I know that other people spend hours every day waiting in traffic.  But not me!  I live downtown where I work, so I have a smooth, 10-minute highway commute.  Usually.

I have patience for folks who slow down to look at accidents that have just happened. I have to admit, it’s hard to ignore flashing lights, banged up cars, and crowds of people on the side of the road.  But I have NO patience (I keep typing “patients” - can you tell I work at a hospital?) for those people - and it seemed like every person on the highway today was one of “those” people - who rubberneck at nothing.

Apparently there was an accident early this morning.  By the time I started my commute, though, there was nothing there.  Just two cars on a pullout by the shoulder.  Not in the way.  Not really damaged.  Just two parked cars.  But EVERY SINGLE CAR had to inch by and check it out.  Ugh.  So much for my early morning.  I should have just slept in the extra 45 minutes.

Jake at the window, originally uploaded by tara.aukerman.

That’s my puppy!

I was a witness to a high school student’s sociology experiment.  I’m sure I was.  Because, even nowadays (listen to me, sounding like an old-timer!) kids know better than to answer six - yes, SIX - calls during a movie in a theater.  And because no matter WHAT kind of a freaky relationship she was in, no high school girlfriend would sit idly by while her date/boyfriend answered SIX cell calls during a movie without at least poking him or giving him a look.  I know it was a soc project.  When I was in soc class, we had to break a social norm and write about peoples’ reactions.  That’s what this kid was doing, right?

I’m back.

I’m also working four weeks of 10 hours of overtime. That’s 40 hours at time and a half. At my consultant/contracting rate.  =) That sounds pretty danged good to me. (I’m not usually that girl, but just think about the shoes I can buy!)

So. Not a lot of time for posting and taking pictures (sorry, Leah). But I’m dropping in tonight to ask two things:

1. What is UP with my husband’s fascination with Deal or No Deal? (It’s my personal opinion that there is no worse example of the degredation of the entertainment industry. )
2. Why is it that I haven’t thought of high school in years and years and all of a sudden it’s on my mind now? (Answer: Facebook. They’ve found me.)