why I don't like this month...

Here's a few photos that I took while walking my kids to school this morning.

This is what I have to look at every day during the month of October.  It messes with me.  Big time.  In fact I find myself walking in the middle of the street just so I don't have to be close to it.  I don't get it.  Really, I don't.

October was never a favorite of mine.  Halloween wasn't either.  But I didn't hate them like I do now.  Now this month and that holiday just remind me of Satan and death.  I like images of heaven to remind me of where Nate is but somehow Satan gets to me with these images and it truly makes me want to cry.

I am making a concerted effort to get through this month with a joyful spirit.  It's hard.  I'm trying.  I miss Summer.  Everything about Summer.  I have to admit that I don't like waking up in the dark and driving my kids back and forth to sports for hours on end in the dark.  I don't like the school schedule: frantic mornings, hours of homework and hurry up and get to bed nights.  I also don't like all the extra laundry that comes with socks and jeans and sweatshirts (thank goodness we are having nice weather here right now so at least I'm not having to spend my days doing laundry - woo hoo!)  

2 more weeks!!!

How do you deal with lame people?

Our world is full of kind and wonderful people.  People that would give you the shirt off their back.  People that would go out of their way to say hello.  People that do amazing things to make this world a better place.

And then there are the lame people.  I met one today.

I pulled into the Costco gas station this morning only to find a truck cutting me off (he had a stop sign...I didn't).  So I stopped my car as to not hit him only to have another car whiz past me and pull ahead of me into the gas station.  It wasn't a big deal.  The station wasn't busy and there were plenty of open pumps.  I pulled in behind him and there was no doubt in my mind that I was going to politely say something (I honestly feel like if people are aware of how their behavior affects others, they might change it). 

So I walked up to him and humbly asked why he cut me off like that.  He replied with something about how I was just sitting in the middle of the road and he had places to go and didn't have time to wait behind some stupid lady.  I calmly explained that I was stopped because a truck didn't stop at the stop sign and cut me off.  He started getting worked up and said that he didn't see any other cars there and continued to justify his actions by saying that I was just stopped in the middle of the street.

Another man opened his window and told the man that what he did to me wasn't nice.  To which he just started unloading insults on me.  I walked behind my car, started to pump my gas and began crying.  I did peek through the windows just to see if he was wearing a wedding ring.  Surely, a person like that couldn't possibly be married...right?  Well,  there it was, a thick gold band around his ring finger.  Someone is actually married to that man.  I just don't understand how people can be so mean.  I mean why couldn't he just say "I'm sorry that I cut you off"...or better yet, just wait until I pulled in?

He was obviously a man of great wealth.  His high end black Mercedes coupe, perfectly pressed designer outfit and elaborate jewelry said so.  And here I am with my hair in a bun, driving an old suburban with 6 little "feet" on the back and a baby in his car seat.  He thought that he was better than me.  He acted as if his time was more important than mine.   That was what hurt the most.  The way that he pretentiously acted as if I was just a peon.  A nobody that was just in his way.  I happen to be extremely well educated (perhaps at a higher level than that man) but I was treated as if I was an idiot.

I kept thinking why can't people do what Ellen says "Be kind to one another".  I mean seriously...can't we just be kind to one another?

I let this ruin my morning and I'm trying to not let it ruin my day.  Please let me know how you deal with people like that.  Do you say something or just let them be lame?