And you know you’re in California when you hear braying coming out of a yummy Mexican restaurant and you find out that the noise is coming from Merry, Beezer, SuaveReno, Taryn and Coreene, who are together in the same booth with some chips and guac.
KATE - will we see you at the CSI at the Oaks? Taryn and I are going together. That way we can already be having a BB Get Together (which we can have every day - we met on the BB and … lo and behold … we board at the same place!).
Oh my goodness!!!
WHO IN THE THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD EVER CALL CA OR CALIFORNIA “CALI”
MUST BE SOMEONE WITH ABSOLUTELY NO EDUCATION WHATSOEVER!!! 
That is just so, so TACKY!!!
Not to mention RUDE!!!
is not one of the trendier ones, Rusty 
Oh I forgot this part…
Your utility bill, or any other for that matter, comes printed in 17 different languages. 
“The older I get, the better I used to be.”
Okay Merry, wty heaves a rather large sigh. Your ticket is not fun, but in the catagory of “How stupid are you”, I would have to say I win. Driving down the 880 at 3:30 pm headed for Woodside Show, being somewhat late, in the carpool lane, only one in the car. We’re bumper to bumper, no one is paying any attention to the car pool lane. We’re whizzing on down the road. Noticing that it is a “car pool lane” num nutz here, pulls over in front of a CHPS! DUH!! Doesn’t he promptly pull me over, ask me if I know why, “Yes, I was in the carpool lane.” Yup, thats why. Of course why he didn’t pull over the other 52 cars that had one person in them is beyond me, nor was I going to ask.
So, $271 later, and lighter, we learned never to be quite that stupid again.
I’m trying to find my way there. Husband has a meeting in LA that Monday, I am going too. But I don’t know if I can stretch the route to include CSI. It’s driving me NUTS.
But being the “Queen of Rationalization”, I’m still working on it. I guess if I bought a ticket I would HAVE to go right? See there is that rationalization thing kicking in!
It would be too fun to get together. I’ll TRY!!! 
“The older I get, the better I used to be.”
Accckkkk, Beezer! I’m in San Diego alot. Can you at least give me her license plate number so I can be on the lookout?
Or when our barnmates try the 4WD part of their car out once a year in the mud and get stuck anyhow.
Merry and I have the double duty of being Californian AND blonde!
OMG. MERRY! You and Rocky (that would be our horseshoer, not the knife-wielding Labrador, although perhaps he might have come in handy in this situation) got ticketed by the same squat beaver in the same place!!
Beezer is truly sorry. But what she really wants to know is … have you confessed to Mr. Merry? WILL you confess? Or will you take the sneaky way out go to traffic school with Mr. Merry none the wiser?? (Not that Beezer has ever done THAT.)
Hey, I once sent my sister in Yorba Linda a cheeseball and some Girl Scout cookies. I suppose that ranks somewhere below a case of rare vintage wine, though… 
Yes, Wty, I am the doofus of all time when it comes to getting tickets. As I learned from my relatives who counseled me all during the family Fourth of July picnic, perhaps it was not wise to respond to the sheriff’s query, “Are you calling me a liar, ma’am?” with a, “Well, yes, because I wasn’t speeding!”
Tourists from out of state who refer to San Francisco as “Frisco” or California as “Cali”…
Coreene, wish I could join you and Taryn at The Oaks! Sounds like a good time will be had for sure…
Hopefully some of the northern members of the clique will be able to get together at Menlo or Pebble Beach!
“Of course, that’s just my opinion. I could be wrong.” - Dennis Miller
[This message was edited by dublin on Jun. 29, 2001 at 01:47 PM.]
agreed… but it’s OK to refer to Anaheim as “Anaslime”, right?
While Beezer is NOT saying that Merry is necessarily incorrect in her assessment of Beezer’s driving skills (insert dripping sarcasm here ), Beezer would like to point THIS out: Beezer is the only one allowed to drive when the feckless traveling trio takes these road trips. The reasons are many, but the most glaring ones are that if Merry drove, we’d never get where we were supposed to be going because we’d always be lost; and if QHSM drove … suddenly, Beezer begins to shake uncontrollably. Huge, massive shudders rack her body. “No, not that! Anything but THAT! Oh, the horror! Oh, the screams of terror! Oh, the carnage of the poor, doomed passengers!!”
This information is shared on a Need to Know basis. We needed to know. Mr. Merry does not.
I hate it when the cop asks a trick question! There must be a class in police school entitled: “Questions that have no correct answer.”
I think once I was actually asked the classic, “Where’s the fire?”
Then there was another time I explained to the cop I was rushing a sick horse to the vet school for possible colic surgery- which was true- no dice, speeding ticket. The vet who examined the horse even wrote me a letter to send the traffic judge. Again, no dice, pay the fine. Apparently they were not animal lovers.
There is no such thing as “Cali.” We are NOT “Cali.” This is a nickname which sprung from a seedy rundown casino in Vegas which has since been blown to smithereens.
I so wish I could NOT live the city but it’s very difficult to leave Los Angeles. My husband and I have been thinking a lot about this because we should buy our first house/condo/shack within the year, (tax break and all - we’re renters) but it’s so pathetic how much money we would have to spend for so little. We would love to have horse property, but we both have jobs that are IN LA, and the commute would kill us both. In the area we live right now a 2 bedroom, one bathroom, 1940’s tract home is $400,000 and up! (Put THAT on my list of "You know you live in L.A. when…) So, we are trying to come up with a plan for getting OUT of here!
Beezer Maybe QHSM and my dad KHSD, (he still comes to every show to watch my students)went to the same driving school?
I got pulled over a couple of weeks ago…for following too closely!!! But get this, I had just got on the freeway, right at the foot of a big grade, behind a super slow truck. So I guess I got too close in my attempt to pass him. Nonetheless, the CHP officer let me off with a warning. Being married to a fireman sure pays off!
However, I must add that I always always always leave a ton of room in front of me when hauling horses…it takes way too long to stop the truck and trailer safely. And I REALLY hate people who cut me off when I’m hauling!!! 
wtywmn4, regarding the car pool lane tale.
I once saw a guy driving his pickup in the car pool lane with his rather large sheperd type dog sitting next to him wearing a construction hard hat. It was a hoot.
“The older I get, the better I used to be.”
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