Driving

I was thinking about my dad this morning on the drive into work. I was taking my daughter and her friend (blond girl) to school this morning, when they asked why I hold the steering wheel the way I do. Blond girl said her mom and dad wrap their thumbs under the wheel so they can hold it tighter. I told her it was because of a story my dad told me when he was teaching me to drive.
In high school his drivers ed teacher was driving them back to the school. When he turned a corner they hit something in the road that jerked the steering wheel. The bar on the wheel caught both his thumbs as it whirled around. He tried to continue to drive them back, but both his thumbs were broken.
This of coarse got me thinking about dad teaching me to drive. My mother tried once or twice, but didn't have the patience. So my dad took me to an abandoned airfield so I could practice without endangering other lives. We spent all day out there. He taught me to know where the tires are on the road, how to power stop, and evasive maneuvers, along with the normal 3 point turn and parallel parking. I then drove home on the interstate, which scared the crap out of me. I didn't understand merging, and matching the other drivers speed. I had never driven that fast. 55 seemed like 90 to me. It didn't take long to get over that one.
I loved that day. Not just because I was learning to drive, but because I had him all to myself.

Here again.

I am here again. I have been long absent, but I have finally returned. Not that there was any commotion over my absence. I have developed no following I have to address on a regular basis so they don't loose interest. I'm not really sure what I've been doing since the last I posted. Nothing really fabulous to keep my attention elsewhere. I have obsessed over a few sites and of coarse also lost interest. I was quite busy at work for while. My coworker I spoke of earlier quit and left me doing things myself. She said she was leaving her husband and moving. I have since seen her out shopping. She says now she's staying with her folks and the girls are seeing their dad on the weekends. Then why was she shopping on a Tuesday after work at the Target that is right by his house and only one child was with her? I'm not a fool. She stayed with him and was too ashamed to come back to work. Our exterminator says she working in an office across town.
But now we've hired the second replacement for her. The first one only lasted about month before I ran him off. This one has been here a few months and is doing well. She still asked alot of questions. Sometimes the same question several times, which drives me crazy. I don't mind answering questions, but not the same one over and over.
Other than that, I'm not sure what's been going on. No new man in my life. No wonderful social life that keeps me busy. I must of just been goofing off in other ways. What ever the reason, I have had a birthday which means I am futher into the 30 something range. Nothing wonderful happened that day, but nothing bad happened either. Which is an improvement over the last few years. Last year the guy I was seeing dumped me. Nice. Previous to him, the other guys I've dated have started arguements. Or just completely forgot. So this was a nice change. Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years went by with no real commotion. God, my life is so boring.