Drivers, Oh My!

So I've come to notice how bad some peoples driving is. Well, I hadn't just noticed,.. I just decided to bring it up at this moment in time. You got people driving way under the speed limit, people talegating, people who pull out in front of you, people who do not dim their lights, you name it, it's been done to me within the last week.

I'm curious as to whether or not people actually listen in Drivers Ed. It's fricken ridiculous how frusterated or frusterating people seem to be on the road, me included... at least on the frusterated end of the stick. It's so stupid how you are almost required to get angry while behind the wheel solely because of other people.

So let me remind all of those who drive out there that you are NOT the only people on the road and you need to be more conscious about who's around you and think about what you can do to make the situation better. Of course, I'm not excluding being the victim. Those of you who feel that you are victims of road rage and other people's terrible driving, feel free to express yourself, but try to do it in a non-violent manner, but sometimes it is understood that comments are hard to suppress. I'm a victim of verbal diarrhea myself. Please, everyone, can we try to make the road a better place?

Loads of Silliness

So everything's normal in the life of the Brittercritter... I am once again making humorous and somewhat crass artwork (I'm not sure how funny they really are, I just get on these hyper spurts).

My brother found a potato chip while snacking that looks exactly like Pac-Man, so now he is going to try and sell it on EBay and see where it takes him. I'll have to ask him when he gets back from College, we had to drop him back off today. I had to pluck yet another grey hair I found (rather one of my friends found) near the back of my neck, and I'm only nineteen!!@#@%%$%&%^$@$% The funny thing is that my hair was just dyed not too long ago, but I guess we missed that one, and no one noticed it before.

My sister's home for good now! YAY! No more jerky boyfriend for her (if I'm not on for a while, it's because I've been thrown in jail for attempted murder!!!) Haha. Anyways, so I'm glad she's living at home now where she is somewhat safe.

So yeah, another "normal" day for me. I guess I bring all this up because I find it humourous what all our perceptions are about what is normal. Every individual has their own little funny twist to life, and every family has it's little quarks. All of us think we have it the worst or the most bizarre, but as a wise person told me one time; whatever you have in life, there is always someone who has more, whether it be a worse situation, or a better one, or someone is always fatter, or thinner, or shorter or taller. No one can assume they have the short end of the stick, because they never really do. Things that I do may be totally outlandish to someone else, but they are always normal to me, and where I may do something a certain way, there will always be someone who does that same thing ten times more or better or worse.

Me, my mom, and I

So I am finally getting a house of my own... well, sort of.

My mother, who has been in prison now for nine years, (well, I guess that's counting the time spent in the hospital from a brain hemmhorrage that has left her paralyzed on her left side and mentally retarded, and coming close to dying a couple times), has gotten most of her sentancing suspended, which means she won't have to serve the additional fifteen years for manslaughter. She still does have to serve the rest of her sentence for child neglect, which she's only got three years; this year's included in that sentance.

When she gets out, she needs a legal guardian to watch over her and take care of her, sort of like taking care of child one would say. Since I had tons of experience taking care of challanged individuals (hell, it's what I go to work to do), then I agreed to take care of her. That means basically being her parent, ironically enough. So my grampa is having a house built for the two of us to live in, and then I can move out of my dad's house. I'm not sure how long it will take to get the house, but if it gets built before my mom gets out of prison, then I have a whole house all to my self!

Winter in the Cemetery

by Brittany Noelle Adams

Set in rows, in many a number, under the ground a good many slumber
The slate and marble tend to quake underneath the snowy flakes
As I walk, I hear a crunch; my shoes are atop a freezing bunch
And the resting beings who lay below cease to thaw in their neat little rows

The angel perched on the marble tomb is wrapped within a sparkling white womb
I stop and feel the wind caress the many folds that consume my dress
And as I listen to the silence, the biting air resorts to violence
My fingers red, my fingers raw, out here they may never thaw

The willows cast a frightful shadow, the branches sulk like a tear-streaked widow
Beds are very neatly set for those the living cease to forget
The mourning doves survive the frost and sing a haunting tune of lust
And the paths that encircle the many graves could not from anyone be saved

A whippoorwill preaches to the wood, hoping he’ll be understood
Pine trees blend into a sea of green with a white topping that does not remain unseen
The cemetery hides to keep it’s mystery, it holds on to feelings of sadness and misery
Yet it holds a beauty that goes unexplained, a beauty quite intriguing and not at all plain

Now upon the world does darkness pry and laugh as the daylight begins to die
The blustery wind howls and whips at my face, as winter then puts me back into my place
I decide to now exit the peaceful abyss, after all superstition with me is not a miss
I’ll come back to the cemetery maybe in spring, so I can hear the Blue Birds as they sing

Ah, the New Year!

So today marks the first day of the year two-thousand and eight. I have grown no taller, no nicer, more bitter, and possibly a little bit wiser. I am also having art withdrawal, seeing as though my mouse is broken and I can't draw on the computer with out it. And tomorrow, I have to go back to work.

Because it is a new year, it is also a great time to reflect. One should ask themselves, "What have I accomplished this year?". For me, I've accomplished making friends, making enemies, and experiencing a few different jobs which I have had the pleasure of liking and disliking. What about you?

As the year progresses, we can all think of different ways of solving the world, as I will continue to do. If anyone is interested in giving topic ideas in which you would like me to discuss, you can send me an e-mail: rowdyredneck16@hotmail.com