My choices may sometimes “Invade” Others choices.

Be aware of the CHOICES I make to not interfere with the flow of another persons choices.

Always make the right and fair choice.

Came rolling into Broward around 5:30ish and pulled in to the “tire-place” to maybe find out what the “scrapping” sound is about, but they were closing up for the day so I had to come back tomorrow.

Woke up bright and early the next day and got ready to take my car to FireStone to get checked out when I noticed “a bar”  sticking out of the bottom of my car!?!

“What the Fuck is That?!?”

Is that part of my car??  I’ve always had these weird images of my car falling apart as I was driving down the road…..  totally thought my thoughts were coming to reality!.  freaked me out!  – After closer inspection,  I realised it had to have been something I ran over in the road, it wasn’t anything from my car like “sticking-out” it was like jammed up in the there.

What? the fuck?

I opened my slider door and checked around and found the other end of the rod piercing through the interior of my car! through the inside of my car! 

WHAT the Fuck?

Apparently that “clunk” was a friggin’ Steele Metal drill bit that like drills through concrete you know?…..like when their doing “construction” on the highway……

  That shit was Impailed into my car!

What the Fuck?!?!?!?

Can you imagine running over a metal rod and having it go through the frame of your car and into the interior?

Are we seeing the tip of this thing? 

It went straight through the interior door frame of my car!

Now,  when this happened, the “accident” (i’ll explain later why it’s an “accident”), my daughter was sleeping in the back on the floor. I know, i know she should have been in a seat belt, but good luck to anyone who tries to keep a 6 year old in their car-seat for 4 hours……  anyway.  What about if this flying dagger, projectile, metal stake, weapon!  struck my gas tank and entered through my gas tank!!!!  ???!!!!

BOOM. Friggin’ DONE!  gone in 5 seconds!

I was pissed! the thought of my daughter freaked me out! 

Some-one had to be responsible for this!

Ofcourse I called the local Davie Police Department because I completely felt like a victim! like a crime has been commited.

explained the situation to the lady on the end of the phone and she transfers me to BSO – Broward Sheriff’s Office.  The lady over there said that it was a “Vehicle versus Road Debris Accident“  and that I needed to go get a “Blue Form” from a police station and submit it to “MY” insurance company.

?……………what the fuck………..?

the lady at BSO wound up transferring me to the Florida Highway Patrol because i was bent-on getting a report made.  so-

she transfers me to FHP in West Palm Beach because she obviously wasnt listening to me when I explained where it happened in Pompano.

Where, after explaining – yet once again, to Leuitenant Robinson in West Palm,

HE transferred me to the FHP in Davie stating it wasn’t his jurisdiction -

Who I wound explainig to yet once again! what happened and how many times I’ve been transferred around when that lady at the Troop L of the Florida Highway Patrol in Davie got me involved with this stupid office politics thing and started asking me…………… “Well, who transferred you here?….  and, “He” shouldn’t have never transferred you here”….. “Im going to transfer you to the Captain and explain to her that Leuitenant Robinson of the West Palm Beach FHP transferred you here to try to pass the buck”…

What the fuck?  HELLLLOOOO  – Lady!  I don’t give a shit WHOSES passing the buck, I just want a Report Filled Out!

She transferred me to the Captain and I told her that I was in HER jursdiction in Davie and I was advised be Lieutenant Robinson to have her send a car out to take a report!

The Captain wound up transferring me back to Lieutenant Robinson in West Palm Beach because “they” didn’t have jurisdiction it was  “Troop K”, The West Palm FHP that had the “Turnpike” jurisdiction.

Got Leuitenant Robinson back on the phone and he was pissed.

“What’s your number I’ll call you right back.”

25 Minuites later – he calls back.  “Where do you live, Im sending a unit over to take a report.

“This was at 10:15 in the morning.

11:15am – no unit

12:15am – no unit

1:45pm – still.  no unit

2:15pm. gotta get the kids from school. 

Gone for 30 minuites top!

Come home – see a note posted on my door……

” 4/17/08      2:41pm     Ms Regina I came by to do your report no one was home

—TPR Taicisiu”  <– Trooper Whoever, “I couldnt read the name.”

What the fuck!

In conclusion —-As of today I haven’t filed a report. 

Neither a Leader or a Follower.
follow, I will lead; lead, I will follow.

Today I realized what love is all about………

How you love
Why you love
What you love
Who you love
When you love

Free your Mind Dissolve Conditioned Responses.

We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs.
He most lives Who thinks most- feels the noblest- acts the best.

I found this on Hindunet. I was compelled to share. ty

OK~~~>

While lathering up my hair in my usual 30 minuite shower, 4 streams of bubbles whipped up-on my glass shower door from my hair, began their trail towards the shower drain.

Watching the increasing speed and sperm like formation these thoughts came to mind…

Do these shampoo generated bubbles that now have energy to form together and travel downward have life?       and another thought……..  Are they considered scum?

I should  wash my car.

….images come to the mind……….calculation takes over…………..thought occurs………

REVELATION!…………….

“While in the right environment, all things blossom.”

Reflection………………………………………………………………

ROOF! ROOF!!

Let’s see…. You leave an empty coke baggie in your boss’s office one weekend and your boss call’s you on it to discover why it’s there;  

you:

a: Deny, deny deny it’s yours

b: Claim one of your client’s left it there

c: Fess up and tell your boss you’ve been smoking crack in the office.

or d: Try and rationalize the situation in your mind and to your boss and say that…. It’s your’s, but you were up all night the night before and you needed a little pick me up to get you going through the rest of the day.