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Someday in Social Studies, kids will learn about Google Wake… Wafer… Weave… what was that thing called again?

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.

Foot is healing well.

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.

Can I log “sitting on my ass” into DailyMile?

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.