Oklahoma Turnpike – Broke Equipment

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Living here in OK is just a turnpike away from getting where ya need o go. You always have a choice.. You can take the free road or you can shave an hour or more off your trip by paying for the faster rout.

This isn’t a totally bad thing. Expecially if you have lived her you entire life… You get used to it ya know?

My problem with it all is a few times when I pull up to the toll gate and throw my change into the little bucket nothing happens. Hmmm? Maybe I didn’t count it right…So I grab some more and throw that in too.

The light stays RED. What the heck? I look over at the booth with the worker and they are working away… Not looking at me.

“HEY!  I’m outta change here… I put plenty in and the light won’t turn green…Wassup”?

No answer… Just a sullan look my way and then back to work….

So…. I just drive on through anyways…  DING DING DING DING. There goes the alarm… I keep driving looking for police to pull me over.

This has happened at least 3 times on different turnpikes. If they are going to have those things then perhaps they should step up the maintenance on the equipment.

I can hardly wait till the ticket comes in the mail from when they took a picture of my license tag.

Internet Surfing Addiction

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Well here we are surfing the internet with nothing to do.  So much information and we sit and do it for hours.

My addictive personality confirms that when I get into something I can’t quit and just keep on going and going and going. Like the engergizer bunny.

My house is a wreck from all of the addiction I submitted myself to lately. I went ahead, despite my knowing better and just did what felt good or the moment… It was a mistake.

Now, of course I simply traded one addiction for another… Playing on Facebook, dating sites, news sites and blogs…

The internet is a hard on relationships… Or good.. Depends on how you look at.  I have met many great people on the internet.  Others that were great, after getting together it seemed the internet was a tool to ruin us. Go figure?

There are certainly worse things this hipster could do than sit in front of the screen 4 to 6 hours running talking to people.  But how constructive is the conversation anyways… Is it for good, or bad? What are the motives?

Wow, I’m certainly asking myself a lot of questions today…And as a friend points out… I already know the answers… Ha ha…

Glad ya surfed on by… Keep coming back!