As you’re driving about Wisconsin this weekend (because everyone on the planet lives in my state), keep in mind that, this year, Police will specifically be watching for people not wearing a seat belt.
They have a special mission, this weekend, to pull over and write a citation for every single driver they see not buckled up.
I won’t tell you my thoughts on seat belt laws. Not this time, anyway.
I will tell you that, paying taxes toward an organization who I trust to serve and protect my life and property, I’d rather the understaffed and overworked Police Force of Wisconsin focus on things like DUIs and working toward eliminating honest to God crime in our state.
What a stupid concept.
Click it or ticket! But feel free to leave your motorcycle helmet at home.
I guess my skin is sensitive and reacted to the absorbable sutures by forming large pockets of fluid around the incision site. Don’t worry; I’m done posting pictures. Rest assured it looked disgusting for a while.
Not anymore though because I pulled all that gross skin off and flushed it down the toilet.
I took my boot off forever 2 days ago and started using one crutch. That was the wrong thing to do. I guess what I was supposed to do was keep the boot on. Which I’m doing once again. But now I can wear the boot, with orthotic supports, and lose the crutches. Until my next and hopefully last follow up appointment on July 1st.
In the meantime, I start 6-8 weeks of physical therapy next week. Luckily, my work has a therapy department for our clients and I can use it too! Unluckily, I’m pretty sure I won’t be riding my bike during that time.
“I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it’s the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It’s probably the most important thing in a person.”—Audrey Hepburn (via iamtea-rriffic) (via quote-book)
My political views are probably not in line with your own. And I am pretty ok with that. I have my views, you have yours. I respect your views because I know that you spent your entire life learning who you are and what you believe and maybe you’re not done with that yet. You have had plenty of experiences, big and small, that have shaped who you are right now.
I grew up in a military family. I went to church. I went to girl scouts. Went to school. Asked questions when the text book didn’t have answers. Read books. Read more books. Went to college. Changed all my beliefs several times because of more things I learned and people I worked with. I’ve worked with homeless people and children of illegal immigrants. I’ve lived pay check to pay check, borrowed money to pay my rent, and wiped out my savings account with overdraft fees. I’ve traveled to other countries and experienced other cultures. I changed my beliefs some more and stopped going to church. I moved across the country to start my life over. I’ve made it on my own and with the help of friends and family. I have a job working to help people who can’t help themselves and I see people trying to cheat and take advantage of public funds every day. I do my job and I give it 110% most days and it’s never enough and it’s too much all at the same time. I still read books. I still ask questions. I spend too much time thinking and over-analyzing everything I learn because learning one thing isn’t enough anymore. Somewhere along the way, I learned about critical thinking and if I learn A I have to learn how it will effect B and how A+B is going to effect C and then all my beliefs may just change all over again.
Finding out who you are and what you believe is a journey. I don’t judge people and look down on them because they don’t believe what I do.
I respect the journey you have taken, are taking, to come to whatever you believe.
What Texas has decided today, to look at the History of the United States and the world in a more Conservative light, and to emphasize certain political and religious beliefs, disgusts me.
I hope you all appreciate that, whatever you believe now about Darwin or the Separation of Church and State or the personal responsibility involved in making life choices regarding your sexuality, the beliefs are your own. They weren’t spoon fed to you throughout 13 years of what should be an unbiased, facts only education. An education that should teach children what they need to know and make them want to find out even more.
There is a difference between teaching and imprinting.
It’s easy to point fingers and blame BP for massive oil spills in our oceans.
In reality though, 6.5 billion other people are just as much to blame.
So if, like me, you enjoy driving, flying in planes, eating imported food, and sometimes forget to turn your lights off, go ahead and give yourself a pat on the back. And stop acting so Goddamn perfect.
When I was small, I went to a day care with some kind of indoor slide clubhouse thing. The neat thing about that clubhouse was that the stairs to the slide were covered in some kind of sand papery material. You know. To keep us from slipping in our socks and cracking our heads open.
Something else we had at preschool were wooden craft sticks. I’m assuming they were for making beautiful boxes and picture frames.
I discovered that if you rubbed the sticks on the stairs, you could sand them into sharp points.
So while the other kids covered their stacked up sticks with glitter and buckets of glue, I was tying mine together with yarn to make ninja stars.
It occurred to me today that I’m not going to be able to just get back up on my bike and go again once I lose the crutches. Shoot, walking will probably be tough for a little while. My calf is indented where the surgeon removed muscle and used connective tissue to rebuild my Achilles tendon.
I guess I hadn’t really thought about it. I knew I wasn’t going to make the Ride for the Arts on June 6th. But I was living in a nice little dream world where I see the surgeon again on May 27th, lose my crutches, and cartwheel out of the office and finish up with a back flip onto my bike and start out with 7 mile rides every day and work my way up to Madison in August.
Goal: Be able to bike at least 5-10 miles by mid-June. We’ll see. Dr. Malicky did some beautiful work. I’d hate to ruin it.
Maybe I can still bike to Madison in August.
I miss you, Jack Ass the bike. I’m pretty determined to see you again soon.
And now for something completely different, Iron Man 2 was a pretty kick-ass movie. And I want to see pretty much everything coming out this summer.
Amazon.com: Surprise $2 refund from my pre-ordered The National’s High Violet album! Aww thanks, Amazon.com! And it was shipped already so that will be a fun thing in my mailbox to come home to on Saturday.
Expedia.com: Not quite a surprise $278 refund from my surprise-canceled plane ticket. And it only took 17 phone calls. Thank you to the Expedia.com representatives who helped me through these trying times and probably put up with the same, ever-so-helpful representatives of both US Airways and Delta.
And US Airways replied to my letter to customer service saying, in a nutshell, “Sorry rebooking your ticket through Midwest cost over $100 more than the original ticket. Here’s a $50 voucher that you can use with the following restrictions.” Thanks, jackasses.
I know, I know. First World problems.
Did you notice that The National has a new album out?
I went grocery shopping with Dorothea today. We were waiting for a lady to close the driver’s side door so we could park in the empty spot. But that plan failed as she took her empty cart and parked it right in our PT Cruiser’s potential temporary home.
Do you know what was next to the empty spot?
The cart return.
Guess what I did?
I hopped out of the car on my gimpy leg, took my crutches, hobbled over to her shopping cart, and managed to put it in the cart return. All by myself. Staring straight at the douchette the entire time.
She drove away pretty quickly. I like to imagine she drove away crying from shame. She went home and placed a paper bag over her head. Forever.
Then I drove one of those gimp-mobiles around the grocery store. Because I can and I’ve always wanted to.
And then I wrote a Tumblr blog and ended a sentence with a preposition.
Sleeping soundly in my bed, waiting for the alarm to go off so I could meet my ride to the airport. My alarm didn’t wake me up at 11:42pm. Oh no. It was US Airways! Letting me know my flight had been canceled.
Well, fuck a duck duck goose.
Called to US Airways. Yes. It was really canceled. For Aircraft maintenance. The next flight out is at 5:30pm and there’s one seat left in the middle and it gets me into Phoenix at 11:30pm. Well, that’s all well and good except
I paid to upgrade to first class because of my gimpy leg. No first class seating available on the new flight. Maybe they can put me in bulk head, but no guarantees.
The point of getting up at Godearlythirty in the morning for my flight was so I could spend Mother’s Day with my preggo cousin and her kids, all of whom I miss terribly.
That was not going to fly (hahahaha joke). So I canceled my flight. Simple? No. They refunded my $150 first class upgrade. But they can’t cancel my flight. Because I booked through Expedia, and the reservation is through Delta. Or something. I don’t know. I don’t understand. US Airways is going to put a note saying they canceled the flight so I won’t have to pay fees to refund my ticket. I have to call Delta to confirm my cancellation. So I did. On hold for 45 minutes to find out US Airways still has the flight listed as confirmed. And US Airways shouldn’t be making me call. US Airways should be calling them. Oh, so Delta, you can just call them, then, right? No. I have to call them and tell them to call Delta. I did. US Airways tells me the same thing again. Reservation is through Delta. “No it isn’t!” I say. “My ticket says US Airways!” Yeah. That didn’t work. They did call Delta. I’m not sure what happened, but I had to call Expedia.
On hold some more to be told I can’t refund my flight, but I can take the exact same flight any time within the next 12 months! “No!” I said. “They canceled the flight, not me, so I’m requesting a refund. Besides. I already booked another flight through Midwest Airlines.” She agreed. I shouldn’t suffer for US Airways mistakes. She tried calling Delta to confirm my US Airways flight was canceled. Does this make sense to anyone else? No. Ok.
"Delta’s customer service is closed," she told me. You’ll have to call back tomorrow. "Well, if all you need is confirmation the flight is canceled, can you just call US Airways. I know the reservation is through Delta, but US Airways canceled the flight." She called. She confirmed. She made a note in my file. Because, guess what! I still need to call tomorrow to complete my refund. Because Expedia has to get the refund through Delta. Or something.
So, I still need to get out of Phoenix at some point. And I don’t learn from my mistakes, so I booked an American Airlines flight through, you guessed it, Expedia.com.
I always use Expedia. I’ve never had issues before. Hopefully this is a fluke and my new Midwest/American Airlines combo works out. And I get my refund. Or I’m out a few hundred dollars.
This is such a mess.
Now I’m not even sleepy anymore. My ride comes in 3 hours.
And I heard a rumor Midwest isn’t giving out cookies anymore. At least stretch seating was only $25 extra.