I was able to go to Gretchen's office yesterday (after everyone left) and help her out. It sure is nice to be able to say "Do I need to--", have the answer be "no" and know with absolute certainty that the conversation was done.
And it was nice for Gretch to be able to say "This field always stays the same so just hit control c." She did not have to explain that I should hit control v every time I came back to that field. It was understood and she knew it.
If I weren't so afraid of financial insecurity I would make us all go into business together. Since there is no one I trust like my sisters to get things done.
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Speed Demon
Well, the law finally caught up with me. I have been driving for 23 years and I have only gotten two tickets. One for an accident 20 years ago (the only accident I have ever had) and one for running a stop sign 19 years ago. I have been stopped for speeding about 5 times (once with both my mother and my mother-in-law in the car) and I was always just given a warning. I thought having the baby in the car would make a cop more sympathetic if I ever got stopped again, but alas that was not the case. Maybe it was that whole endangering a minor thing.
Anyway, today I was zipping along, minding my own and Jackson's business when I noticed a workzone coming up. That's OK, I knew that if I could just get ahead of one last truck then I will be golden. So I zoomed by doing my usual 9 miles over the posted speed limit, except that the speed limit had changed to 45mph because of the impending workzone. Sure enough there was a cop hiding behind one of the construction barricades (coward) and there was plenty of room behind me so he pulled right in. I knew I was doomed, but he waited until there was room to move over to the shoulder to turn on his lights. "Where we going mommy?" This policeman just wants to talk to mommy. Yeah, that was fun. He said he clocked me going 79 in a 45 zone but he cut me a break and only marked it as 75 in a 45 zone. If he had marked it as 79 it would have meant a mandatory court appearance. As it is, it is just a hefty fine with $25 tacked on for the workzone. I was due.
Anyway, today I was zipping along, minding my own and Jackson's business when I noticed a workzone coming up. That's OK, I knew that if I could just get ahead of one last truck then I will be golden. So I zoomed by doing my usual 9 miles over the posted speed limit, except that the speed limit had changed to 45mph because of the impending workzone. Sure enough there was a cop hiding behind one of the construction barricades (coward) and there was plenty of room behind me so he pulled right in. I knew I was doomed, but he waited until there was room to move over to the shoulder to turn on his lights. "Where we going mommy?" This policeman just wants to talk to mommy. Yeah, that was fun. He said he clocked me going 79 in a 45 zone but he cut me a break and only marked it as 75 in a 45 zone. If he had marked it as 79 it would have meant a mandatory court appearance. As it is, it is just a hefty fine with $25 tacked on for the workzone. I was due.
Vegas Baby!
As I have mentioned elsewhere I am here at work at 5:20am because I am a control freak. I have work as much under control as I can. Everything is waiting for other people (I hate other people) before I can do anything else and now everything is going to be 10 times harder because I will have to explain to someone else from two thousand miles away.
There are other things I wanted to write about but I can't for the life of me wrap my brain around any of them at this hour.
Did I mention I am going to Vegas? Maybe I will see some of you there.
There are other things I wanted to write about but I can't for the life of me wrap my brain around any of them at this hour.
Did I mention I am going to Vegas? Maybe I will see some of you there.
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