Rude Much?

Why is it that people feel the right to be rude in the morning? Better yet, why do people feel it's actually OK to push their way around on the metro on the way to work? You know what? We are ALL trying to get to work in one piece. And alot of you (in fact a good majority) are not hourly, you are salary. So, what is your rush--is your life going to end if you take the train that is DIRECTLY behind the crammed one you are so desperate to get onto? I'll bet you anything that the next train has room, and you will only be about 5 minutes behind the one that you are holding up because you refuse to move the hell away from the closing doors.

This morning I thought I was just going to lose it. A man who was walking with his wife actually pushed me into the cement wall. Yes. Pushed me. So, I pushed back, because oddly enough, I don't like being pushed into walls. He starts yelling at me (oh yes!! this is true!) that I shouldn't be pushing him, and that he is trying to follow his wife. Okay, first, not to be rude, but your wife isn't a small lady. I'm sure if you got separated for a minute, you'd friggin' find her. Second of all-YOU pushed ME! I was simply self defending. I told him such, to which he replied with "I'm trying to follow my wife!!!" So I yelled, "well, you don't have to be a dick about it, we are all trying to walk here." And then, the words that came out of his mouth were icing on the cake: "You do not want to push me, because I'm bigger than you and in the end I'll win."

Yes, this asshole who was huge was threatening all 5'3 of me. All I could yell back was "I think it's horrible that you would threaten a woman." And walked away. I had about a billion things in mind to say, but I didn't. I wish I had. I think it's nice Mr. Asswipe that you want to take the metro with your wife, but it's rush hour, and you need to acknowledge that there are about 500 other people milling about, and that pushing a girl that is less than half your size and weight is a dick move. So there!

And for you other metro takers, be nice-because I may look small, but I'm not afraid to stand up for myself and tell you where to shove it.

Boobs and babies

A few weekends ago, I took a road trip with three of my GW girlfriends down to Fayettville, NC to visit our dear friend Boothie, who will be enroute to Iraq in a number of days, leaving behind her hubby and two darling twin new borns. So, picture this--a five hour car ride down to North Cackalacky with the girls-talking about what else??? Babies. And, also opening the Schwarz bag-o-fun car goodies along the way (Mad Libs, cats cradle string, mini band instruments, the works).

So, we get to B's house, and meet the twinkies (fraternal). Later, 3 more GW gals shuffle in, one of whom is carrying in her 4 month old baby. So, there are 8 of us gals, two of whom have babies, and one who is about 4 1/2 months pregnant. You can imagine the focus of the conversation. At one point, someone compared our get together to a fraternity party-throw-up everywhere, boobs popping out, and inevitably there is always somebody crying or hungry. Not too far off the mark. While I definitely love kids and babies, three was more than enough to go around, and admittedly, made one look like a breeze!

After some baby lovin' and chit chat, it got to be about 7 pm, and I swear it felt like 10:30. I have a new appreciation as to why mom's are always so wiped out. You all get major kudos.

Overall, it was a great weekend, and reassured me that I have some know how when it comes to lil ones. But, it did set that biological clock back a little bit! Still, it was reassuring to know that all of us are somewhat clueless, and that when the time comes, I'll have a sympathetic group who has stumbled their way through to success.

Pics of the weekend and Booth's scary, scary kitties can be found here.