Showing posts with label cars. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cars. Show all posts

3.03.2011

my rants.


there is so much going on in my tiny little world (let alone the rest of the world)
that i find it hard to begin and get out everything that's been going on and everything i've been feeling.

i am resorting back to lists to give you guys a glimpse into what's been going on:
  1. this weather. really, New Yorkers and all in the Tri-State area...wtf? Hot, cold, humid, cold. Warm, cold. Stop getting me sick!
  2. doctors. can you figure out how to talk to a patient yourself while not scaring her? thanks.
  3. rehabilitation centers- you're supposed to CHECK on your patients and make sure that they don't roll out of bed, you assholes. how can someone who hasn't walked or sat up for a whole year decide that three days ago would be the day that she'd roll out of bed. we know it was your, you *^*&^%^&%'s.
  4. drivers (grrrrr and grrrrr)- why are you trying to kill me by cutting me off with your car? did i do something to you? did me going straight and following traffic laws piss you off? did you believe that i had a deathwish? you're lucky i didn't play bumper cars with you, you dumb &%*k's.
  5. children/students: when you leave your school building and you're walking God Only Knows Where, why do you feel above everyone else who is in an AUTOMOBILE while you are not looking when you cross the street? Why are you frolicking while not looking or hearing the oncoming traffic?? Did it bother you when I honked my horn and scared the piss out of you in front of your stupid little friends? Curse at me again and I swear to God I will get out of the car and kick the snot out of you. You're lucky I had my dog in the car and that he's little. Your parents must be so proud and I am so happy I know where you go to school.
  6. hospitals- why do you make people wait in drafty hallways when there are quite obviously empty beds and warm empty rooms that the patient will be pulled into directly? i have so many rants about you, hospitals, that I think I can write a book about it.
  7. time warner cable- stop dicking me around with these bills and no clean-cut explanations, you animals.

i am sorry i had to rant and rave so much, but this is going on in the world of me.

i hope you lovely readers are having a much better, happy healthy week <3

love me,
the globetrotting gamine

2.08.2011

car photography-I

good afternoon and welcome to my car photography posts. i was cleaning out my office today for our upcoming months of fun together (winter was wearing out both me AND my popsicle office)- and realized that i never posted about one of my favorite pasttimes.

of course, don't attempt to take pictures while you are DRIVING the car- that has proven foolish and dangerous. i have gotten quite good at this hobby through the years- i never want to miss anything...though sometimes i find i don't photograph anything when i'm having a crazy-good time, but pure happiness and a quiet moment finds me indulging in my car photography!





(a little replica of a church- sooooo cute!)

i do this often when i am a passenger...can you tell that i am often a passenger (of life?)

<3

10.05.2010

Malaysia Food Truck: LOVE!

"Malaysia Kitchen Food Truck


October 11 - November 19, 2010
11:00am – 3:00 pm



Throughout Manhattan & Queens, NY, NY



Malaysia Kitchen for the World will launch the first-ever Malaysia Kitchen Food Truck in Manhattan, Oct. 11 - Nov. 6, and in Queens, Nov. 8 - Nov. 19, 2010. The truck will operate Monday-Friday from 11:00 am - 3:00pm during the program.



Over nine local restaurants offering Malaysian dishes will disperse FREE samples of Malaysian food. More details here.



Check out www.malaysiakitchennyc.com on October 11 for a calendar outlining truck locations and restaurants and follow us at @MalaysiaKitchn."


I found this @ http://www.malaysiakitchennyc.com/news-events/events/malaysia-kitchen-food-truck-39.html

How cool?!

i want to go, too! can't wait til you visit Queens!

love me,
the globetrotting gamine

12.03.2009

My Mind is a Ticker-Tape

It's something that I've said since I was a little girl- and you would think as one gets older it would get easier.
Harty-har-har.
Driving back from dropping LML off today, with no radio and no working windshield wipers, might I add (a fact that bugs me to no end) I thought about a 'car accident' i had gotten into about 9 years ago. As I was thinking about it, I figured that some people are REALLY out of their mind. Like long gone...
Picture it: New York, 2000 (did you get the little Golden Girl-ism there?)

I had just completed 3 driving courses, was 20 years old, and had passed my driving exam when I was 16. My Father had me driving from here to Astoria (bad, bad traffic area), or to Long Island (no traffic area, unless it was rush hour on the highway). I had a good friend of mine in the car. I took her home from university every day, since she didn't live that far away from me. On a road that we had always taken home, and that I'd been taking home for a year now, I wound up in the left veering lane, when I should have been in the right lane because the traffic was bad. I put my blinker on, notice that the light in front of me is red, and that there is NO ONE in the right lane. Behind me, all the traffic has stopped at THEIR RED LIGHT. I notice a very large and grotesque looking automobile at the front lines. Thank Goodness, I think to myself- that thing won't come near me, since there is traffic going by it from off the highway.
Wrong. As I move a half an inch to get out of my lane, that car flies like a bat out of hell...and scratches the side of my car. When she still should have been at the red light. When she still could have killed herself and others who were using their green light and right of way.
I was ready to pound her face into the ground.
I move over into the far right lane to park, with crazy bitch behind me. My friend begs me not to get out of the car, but I do. I go right up to her face and yell that she could have killed all of us. Then I asked her what the fuck was wrong with her car?
It was surrounded by wood.
Do you remember what those old station wagons used to look like? Here's a pic:


(photo from stationwagon.com. Please note this looks vintagey- not creepy and grotesque like this crazy woman's car was...)
This car of hers looked like Frankenstein had pieced it together from an old station wagon, and something else from the great beyond.
As I look the car up and down while I am yelling at her, I notice something else! (wait, this gets better...)
There's a cast on her right foot.

Me: Excuse me, Ma'am. I understand you have no idea how to drive, but why is there a cast on your foot?
Her: Oh, I broke it.
Me: Excuse me?
Her: I broke it.
Me: That's your driving foot.
My friend: ohmygodohmygodohmygod. MG, don't kill her.
Me: Are you aware that there's a huge white cast on your right foot.
Her: Yeah, what are you getting at?
Me: You scratched the hell out of my car! A light his hanging on by a string! You could have killed us!
Her: What do you mean a scratch?
My friend: ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod.
Me: You can't see the scratch right here?!?!?!
Her: Let me put my glasses on- I can't see far away.
My Mom (who finally made it to the scene): You almost kill my kids but you're not driving with you're prescription glasses on?
Her: I didn't think I needed them.
Me: I'm going to...
My Mom: Get into the car ( she says to me and everyone)

We get into the car and we're waiting for the cops. They never show.
THEY NEVER SHOW.
She didn't want to go through insurance (I wonder why) so we pretty much let it go.

3 hours later, still no cops- and we all go home. My friend is a little calmer, and I am sitting on the floor in my living room when the telephone rings...

Me: May I help you?
Angry male voice: WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY WIFE?
Me: Couldn't do anything if I wanted to, she's driving around blind and broken.
Angry male voice: WHAT?!?!
Me: Call here again, and I'll have your calls traced so fast, it'll make your head spin.
I hang up.

I call up LML. Again.
Me: Do you believe this shit?
Him: Yep.
Me: I can't
Him: I know. It's just the beginning.
Me: Dear God.

Moral of the story: If you ever see an ugly ugly car...don't move. Just stay there. Or make a left with the other people in front of you and avoid all disaster.