I've Been Banned from Tyrrell County

Okay so it's only a self-imposed ban but clearly they do not want my kind there. My frustrations with this county go all the way back to the Friday before Easter. The Pep & I took a trip to Ocracoke Island, all by ourselves. Little did I know that Tyrrell County was a speed trap. Thankfully, my faithful little pup by my side growled at the officer who came to the window to reprimand me for my heavy foot. Good girl!

Fast forward to the present where my court date arrives. Yesterday I started figuring out exactly what time I had to leave in order to be at the court house on time and what time I would need to leave to be back in Raleigh for my doctor's appointment. I start thinking about the process as I've experienced it in Raleigh's court house. In Wake County, people start lining up by about 7:30 and the D.A. and magistrate start talking to people about 8AM. Then court starts at 9 for those that request a trial or are not allowed to have their ticket reduced. So mentally, I'm figuring all of this in. Tyrrell County Courthouse is 2 hours and 38 minutes away. In order to be there by 8AM, I'll need to get up at 4AM and leave by 5AM. Because who knows how the traffic will be and if I have to find a place to park, etc! Anyways, it seems it will be a busy, busy day.

Also yesterday, I had an appointment at 5:45PM. I'm not sure why I decided to make this appointment as rush hour traffic is a nightmare. On top of that there was a a four-car pile up on the way as well. I'm unable to call and inform them that I'm running late because 2 weeks ago I had to do a factory reset on my phone which made me lose all my phone numbers. Since I'm about 10 minutes late for the appointment they have to reschedule me. I run home and begin changing the tail light casing in my car. I get the old, crushed casing out of its spot and attempt to replace it with the new one. IT...DOESN'T...FIT! After replacing the old, crushed one back again it was time for bed!

So the day starts by me oversleeping 1 hour and 45 minutes! Gah! Miraculously, I get ready in 15 minutes and am on the road by 6AM which should still put me at the court house by 8:30--which I'm hoping is not too late. While I'm on the road, I get to thinking that maybe my thought process was all for naught. I'm used to dealing with the Wake County court system. It's the capital and a hassle. Maybe this county will be small, like the one I grew up in and move swiftly! So I call a friend of mine and have them look up Tyrrell County. Turns out that the population of the entire county would fit in my home town of 4,000 people. This is looking good for me!

I arrive at 8:30 and don't even have to bother looking for parking because there's a spot available right in front and what's more, it's FREE! Instead of speaking to the D.A. before going into the court room, like Raleigh, we just sit in the court room. I think we doubled the population just by showing up to traffic court. We form two lines and when it's my turn, I inform the D.A. that I would like to use "Prayer for Judgment." Prayer for Judgment is a benefit that North Carolina offers its drivers who have a clean driving record to keep their record clean. If you have not received a speeding ticket in the past 3 years, you can request Prayer for Judgment and therefore you do not incur any points on your license. The D.A. informs me that in order to request Prayer for Judgment, I will have to have Raleigh forward my driving record and come back on a later date! Ugh! Why didn't they tell me this before? Again, I'm used to the way Wake County operates. They already have your driving record in front of them so you don't have to worry about any of that. Clearly, Hog Waller, NC don't play that... So the D.A. reduced my ticket and the only thing I saved were a few points on my record and $5. Which I didn't really save $5 because I ate up almost an entire tank of gas just to fight the ticket.

I start to drive home and I'm pissed because I wanted to use my get-out-of-jail-free card but because I'm refusing to make the trip again another day, I had to forfeit it and therefore cannot use it again for 3 more years. My friend Barbara said: "Are you planning on getting any more tickets?" Me: "No...but I can't drive the speed limit. It depresses me and stresses me out." She laughs at this. But if you've ever ridden in a car with me, you know that this is true.

I'm out of the court house by 9:22AM and home by 11:46. At 1:30PM I leave for my appointment with a doctor's office. I have a new patient consultation scheduled for 2PM but want to get there early as there is surely paperwork to fill out. I arrive at 1:47PM and sure enough I'm put to work filling out forms. There's one man and a woman seated before me. Soon 3 other ladies and a gentleman join the room and all begin talking about their experiences with this doctor's office and what I'm hearing ain't so good. For one, the lady in the corner announces that her appointment was at 1:45 and it is now 2:15. At about 2:45 I stand up, go to the receptionist's desk and ask for my paperwork back. I say: "I was a potential new patient and my appointment was at 2PM. It's now 2:45 and I was told the consultation would last 30 minutes. I no longer have time to sit through a consultation and be able to make my next appointment." The receptionist says: "My apologies, can we keep your paperwork and reschedule you for another time?" I reply: "I've taken time off of work and made an effort to be here early. I'm not impressed with having to wait 45 minutes for an appointment I already scheduled. You're not the only ______ racket in town. May I please have my paperwork?" And I leave (after taking the paperwork from her). Onto the next appointment. Which went really well. My primary care doctor hasn't seen me since I've lost over 30 lbs so it was good to catch up with her and hear praise for my hard work.

After several errands I go home to my animals and take a nap. I'm halfway into the nap when I'm awakened by my phone ringing. It's the doctor's office that I left without being seen. The voice mail message states that she's very sorry about the "mix up in scheduling." She would love it if I called her back to reschedule the appointment. Well now I'm thinking: "Mix up in scheduling?" How could there be a mix up in scheduling if she called to confirm the appointment yesterday? And of course, I cannot get back to sleep.

*Sigh* But tomorrow's another day and it's Friday. At least the debacle is over!

The Versatile Blogger Award

I'm quite honored to receive an award. I have no idea what this award means except perhaps I'm random? I like being random in a non-weird sort of way. Most of my Mobile Uploads and Wall Photos on Facebook are something funny that I saw when I was out and about. Even my status messages are a bit random. I've long thought about writing a blog about the different types of Facebookers there are out there. I started it, but somehow it didn't come out as funny as I imagined in my head... But I digress. Apparently I'm supposed to write 7 interesting things about myself. 

1. Opening canned biscuits scares the pants off of me. There is always that POP and you never know when it's coming. Sometimes it happens right when you tear off the paper. Sometimes it holds on, making you push a spoon into the crack to make it pop--and I do so with my eyes winced, turned away from the action. I always scream.  

2. When I go to sleep at night, I start out lying on my left side. During this position, I take the time to reflect on my day, my dreams, goals, stuff that makes me happy, etc. I think thinking of happy things before you go to sleep has a big effect on the sleep you get. I always sleep great when I do this. When negative emotions have overcome me, I haven't been able to sleep as well. But when I'm REALLY serious about sleeping, I roll over onto my back and there I pretty much stay for the remainder of the night. If I get up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, I will typically climb back into bed and fall asleep on my left side. When I was little, I was a very restless sleeper. Sometimes I'd wake up with my head down where my feet would be. Or if I'd slept in my parents' bed, my feet would be all over their faces. (On a side note, the person in the attached picture looks identical to one of my friends...I'll have to ask him about this.)

3. I have a habit of blurting out whatever comes into my mind without thinking how it sounds...and sometimes I say it a little too loudly. For example, when talking to co-workers about a great place to get a steak I said: "At that restaurant, there is this taaaaaaaallll black guy and boy does he know just how I like it!" Or upon seeing it was starting to rain and color the sidewalk, I blurt out: "Oh look, there are sprinkles on the floor!"











4. I'm not your typical girl. I love cool cars, rock & roll, horror movies, sports (mostly baseball & hockey), my nails are not fake, I don't go crazy over babies or cats, floral prints are ugly, I rarely cry, I hate lipstick, and I don't get most women's issues. I also have 5 tattoos and have plans for more.

5. I can tell a pregnant woman what the sex of her baby is by asking ONE crucial question. I've never been wrong yet! Unfortunately it's an extremely personal question so I only ask whenever I'm very close friends with the couple.







6. I have sensory nerve damage in my left thigh from routine painkiller shots after they put a plate and screws in my right ankle. Parts of my thigh are extra sensitive while other parts are numb. Sometimes it tingles painfully and I have to bang it into submission. I get strange looks when I do this...

7. I have a song running through my head on an almost continual basis. Drives me nutters. There are some songs that I have to turn off immediately or else they will get stuck up in there for days and cause me to check myself into the nearest mental institution.

Don't Tread On Me!

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be provided for you at government expense."

Anyone who watches crime shows such as NYPD Blue or Cops has probably heard these words before (and I'm sure some of you out there have heard them out of an officer's mouth as they were arresting you, naughty!). These are called the Miranda Rights and having them read to you means that you have been Mirandized. These rights are brought to you by the Amendments 5 & 6. Technically, you do not have to be read your Miranda Rights in order to be arrested, only to be questioned after you've been accused of a crime. Additionally, they won't read these rights to question you when you are NOT a suspect. And, they do not have to read you your rights if they are merely asking questions of fact that do not point to guilt such as name, address, Social Security number, etc. 

You can thank Ernesto Miranda for police officers being mandated to read these rights. In 1963, Miranda kidnapped and raped a mildly retarded woman of 18. He was arrested, brought in for questioning and admitted his guilt to the police as he was not aware that he had the right to not incriminate himself or to have an attorney present. At the trial, Miranda's attorney tried to have his confession thrown out because he was not notified of his rights. This attempt was denied and Miranda was convicted. In 1966, the issue was taken to the Supreme Court and based upon the 5th & 6th amendments, they ruled that people should be told what their rights were before questioning because up until then, the police were taking full advantage of people's ignorance in this area. 

Contrary to popular belief, not everyone is aware of their rights. Furthermore, most people do not realize that the U.S. Constitution and the Bill or Rights do not just apply to the citizens within the country. They apply to all people who set foot on its soil under the 14th Amendment. Because being in this country makes you susceptible to the law of the land's jurisdictions, you are also afforded its rights. Just as Michael P. Fay was sentenced to a hefty fine, jail sentence, and 4 whacks of a cane for vandalizing Singapore, foreigners must obey the laws in our country. And this inclusion is what makes our country so great! To me, the required Miranda Rights being read to the accused, the Bill of Rights, the Constitution, and other values that our forefathers set out to establish are pretty darn fair. In a lot of ways, they were way ahead of their time. 

The Fourteenth Amendment states “No State shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States; nor shall any State deprive any person of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor deny to any person within its jurisdiction the equal protection of the laws." Note, this last part says "any persons" not "any citizens."

People want to invoke the Constitution, etc when it works in their favor but deny their existence in a speech of incredulity when they don't. For example, I had a friend pass around an email message asking you to sign your name at the bottom to show your opposition to the government removing religious symbols from government buildings. The people electronically "signing" this waiver (which I'm quite positive the muckity mucks of Washington D.C. would never see...) were LIVID that the Pentagon and other such buildings were being stripped of crosses and other religious paraphernalia or other emails would be upset that the Obamas didn't put up a Christmas tree. Several problems with this issue. To put it simply, there is a separation of church and state, which I am wholeheartedly glad for for the following reasons: 

1. I don't want the leaders of my nation to represent me religiously. I might not believe the same way that they do.

2. Why are we so incensed at the government refusing to take a Christian stand? This would send out the message that "we are Christians" and therefore alienate the many Jewish, Buddhist, Islamic, Hindu, atheist, etc citizens of this great land. How would they feel if the government decided to slap the Star of David on every building--would they be okay with this?

3. Spirituality is a very personal thing for me. I don't understand the concept of wanting religion constantly in everything. I don't want to have it thrust in my face everywhere I go because, again, I might not believe what you believe so why must I be subjected to it everywhere I go?

The #2 statement is what makes me think our forefathers were ahead of their time. They mostly did it because of the religious oppression previously experienced by other countries but they were right on the mark. Everyone should feel welcome in America and so they attempted to create a neutral government and a space where everyone could worship (or not) in the way they saw fit.

But I have digressed a bit. To get back on the subject, I submit to you Faizal Shahzad and the Times Square bombing. Although born in Pakistan, Shahzad became a naturalized citizen in 2009. After the bombing, Representative Peter Kind and Senator John McCain both opposed to the police reading him the Miranda Rights. Senator Joe Lieberman went a step further and stated that he felt America should strip him of his citizenship so that his rights can be denied to him (did he even do his homework before opening his mouth on this issue?). But here's the rub. As I stated previously, by simply being in this country, you are afforded rights. Stripping someone of their citizenship doesn't mean that they don't have any rights. And all of this was before Shahzad was allowed due process. What sort of a precedent would this set? To me, it carries terrifying capabilities. For example, let's say that this blog is used against me in a valiant effort to enact the Patriot Act and label me a traitor to this country because I think the above representative and senators are verifiable wingnuts for their stance on this issue. So I'm arrested as a Pakistani sympathizer and all of a sudden, my entire country is against me. I haven't even been convicted of anything, I'm merely accused. But because the accusation is one that is so heinous in our country right now I should be stripped of my rights, strung up and flogged? What about "innocent until proven guilty?" 

Now I'm definitely not on Shahzad's side but should we also strip child molesters of their citizenship and refuse them of their rights as well? What about people who abuse animals? Serial killers? Are we limiting this revocation to naturalized citizens or are we including those that were born here as well? Where does the line get drawn? Without the Miranda Rights, suspected criminals would not be able to retain specific rights because they did not know about them and without this caveat, the government would have free reign to unleash whatever terms they wished upon someone at any time merely by accusing them of a crime. 

Thank God for the intelligence of our forefathers for having brilliant ideas (even if these are not always carried out correctly) that make our country so great. Yes, despite all of our problems and issues and grumblings about gas prices, we really do have it pretty good here compared to a lot of other places that we could live. 

And because I live in America, I'm free to say the following: God bless America! And thanks to the many men and women who fight every day to continue my ability to live free. USA! USA! USA!

Everybody's On The Phone

I have these little issues that sort of "stick in my craw." Well, they stick in there until I get some sort of resolution. I have had a lifelong issue with attention. I'm not some sort of diva that constantly needs attention, but it does peeve me when I'm in the middle of a sentence, something distracts us so I'm cut off, and then we never bring the conversation back to hear what I was saying. For example...

Me: "So the doctor comes back in the room and he tells me that I have..."

Friend: "Oh my goodness! Did you just see that man almost fall on his face??" 

Me: "Wow...I hope he's alright!" 

Friend: "I almost fell on my face once. Blah, blah, blah..." 

**And we never get back to what the doctor was about to tell me.**

Get the picture? Because this is a peeve of mine, I'm usually very conscientious about making sure the conversation gets back on track for when it happens to other people. I want them to feel that what they are saying is important and interesting. I'm just a good doobie like that. So this week the issue that stuck in my craw is a friend of mine who is ruled by her cell phone...

Now I LOVE my cell phone and feel lost without it. I get texts,  I get emails, I have FaceBook on there, everything is on my phone. When I first started texting, I felt the need to respond right away when someone text me. But those days are over. I no longer respond immediately unless I feel like it. Furthermore, I feel that it is extremely rude to text during dinner, a movie, or when we're having a conversation. Emergencies aside, what is so important that it can't wait?  I'm also disturbed by the number of people who still text while driving! And what's with texting while walking? If you don't have time to stop & get out of other people's, the text can wait. 

And since I already sound like an old fuddy duddy, let's address phone calls. I'm a person that loves noise but I do not wish to hear your conversation. It's happening on the street and in the stores. But the worst is when you're stuck in an elevator with someone on the phone. It wouldn't be so bad if they were speaking quietly but these people are LOUD. And the worst offenders are the ones who use their ear buds to hear the phone call and then talk into the phone like a walkie-talkie. Since the ear buds are in their ears, they are unaware that they are speaking very loudly. And what of those people who use the phone in the public bathroom? Whenever I encounter these people I never know what to do. I mean, do I flush? Do I not flush? 

Sara, brought up a point that was so eerie to me it gave me goose bumps! She said (and I hope I have her permission to reprint it because it's amazing!): 

"This is why Simon and Garfunkel's "Sound of Silence" was so profoundly prophetic.  I mean these lyrics:

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

Doesn't that remind you of people wandering about texting?  People writing songs that voices never share (texting and blogging)...talking without speaking, hearing without listening.  We're getting so attached to our computerized connections that we've disengaged from each other.  Far fewer times do you end up having a random conversation with random people, which can be some of the best! Instead, you're hooked into your own bubble."

Life As We Know It

I have DirecTV. I've had it for about 3 years now and on the whole, I'm pretty happy with it. Every once in awhile something fruity happens. One of the advantages of being a customer for so long is that they give me free movies every now and then. I ordered Dinner For Schmucks last time. It was okay. Nothing I found super hilarious. Although Zach Galifianakis's character was pretty funny!

So this past weekend, I started seeing some ads for ordering "Life As We Know It." If you ordered it, you got a 2nd movie for free (which I haven't ordered as yet). So where to start with this movie? ***Warning...spoilers***It was predictable. You knew right from the start that they were going to end up in a relationship. And this, I have a problem with. This movie promotes those silly little thoughts in women's and girls' heads that: "It doesn't matter that he's a playboy. If he loves me enough, he'll stop running around and be monogamous." I call B.S. Doesn't typically happen. 

The other thing is more along the lines of the predictable but you KNEW the social worker was going to show up right after they made pot brownies. And you KNEW that the social worker was going to try to eat one of those pot brownies. You knew that she was going to run to the airport to tell him she loves him and you knew that he wouldn't be at the airport but waiting at the house instead. 

Anyways, it was a cute little romp but too easy to guess what was going to happen and I got a bit bored with it. But at least I'm getting another one for free!

*Sigh*

This year, I have decided to FINALLY take the weight off once and for all. I was extremely frustrated because nothing I tried ever yielded long-term results. I'd lose about 20 lbs or so and then it would stop working for me, I'd get frustrated after months of trying and console myself with something incredibly cheesy.

Then came the days when I decided that my issue wasn't dieting, it was that I needed to make a lifestyle change. So I educated myself. I looked at it as an adventure to try many different things. I gradually began to love fruits, vegetables, lean turkey, chicken, low-fat cheese, etc. And exercise! I learned to enjoy exercise. I began running plans and exercise classes. I became known as the "healthy eater" at work and was even teased for my healthy eating habits. Nothing yielded a result of much consequence.

Finally, out of extreme frustration, I went to my doctor and told her my woes. She sympathized greatly stating that she wished every one of her patients were as into healthy eating/living that I was and couldn't figure out why I wasn't skinny as a rail either. So she sent me to a specialist who figured out that I was "blessed" with extremely slow metabolism. He said that I was doing all the right things and that I'd be able to stay thin because of my healthy lifestyle yet I was just having trouble getting to my ideal weight because of this pesky metabolism. I mean, the good news is that if I were stuck out in the wilderness I'd probably live longer than everyone else because my body doesn't need as much food. But then I'd be all alone with no one to talk to.

So now I'm on a strict health plan and have lost a total of 17 pounds. So why am I not excited? Because this week I'm kind of stuck. Things are going slower and I'm terrified that my metabolism has gotten used to this new regimen and is saying: "Woah...hold on here!" On top of that, I'm starting phase 2 of the doctor's plan next week and am told that I will likely gain a pound or two. So I'm trying to stay positive. I'm trying to stay patient. I just feel that I have so much more to go and it can't get here soon enough!

I'm really trying to enjoy the ride...but the scenery isn't that exciting...

*******BREAK FOR A RUN*******

So I get changed for my run I'm still feeling this sense of dissatisfaction. I'm praying for some inspiration but have no clue where it's going to come from. I start out on my run and begin talking to my running partner. I'm getting really discouraged now because I'm huffing and puffing more than I did the day before and the ability to talk has become more difficult. How frustrating! I've been running for a few weeks, shouldn't this get easier rather than harder? I express my frustrations to my running buddy and he says: "You're more out of breath because you're running faster."
Me: That's not possible. It doesn't feel faster.
Him: Well the GPS doesn't lie. You're running approximately 10-15% faster than you were yesterday.

I feel like the Golden Corral skillet has hit the back of my head. Suddenly, all these little differences in the fit of my clothing start popping up. Stuff like: "Hey...it was a lot easier to put my running bra on tonight. It's not so tight. And these sweats are way too loose on me. I'm swimming in this hoodie..." Then, other thoughts start to come like: "Hey! Maybe that's why I haven't lost much this week, I've put on some muscle instead." I start to pay more attention to my muscles as I run and I realize how strong I've become. The running partner explains that it doesn't feel as if I'm going faster because the legs remember the amount of exertion to put out in order to run but the fact that I'm lighter and have more muscle means I'm able to go faster.

So, lesson learned: Pray for inspiration and don't worry about where it's going to come from. It's gonna come.

Happy New Year!!!

I've been extremely bad at blogging as of late. I've been busy and exhausted. I recently read a quote that said something along the lines of: "Only good girls keep a journal. Bad girls are too busy!" Perhaps that's saying something. ;)

With a new year brings possibilities. I've never been one to make resolutions or wait until the new year to start anything however this year is filled with new adventures and new possibilities!

For starters, I will be finishing my degree in June. With that comes a new career that will hopefully be more fulfilling than any other job I've had before. This might bring me to a completely different state. The options of where to live are endless to me right now.

I plan to make several travels this year as well. I'm probably going to travel to Colorado to walk in graduation and then retire for a week at my parents' house in Michigan and reunite with some family and friends. I have many travels ahead in my life. I'm beginning to compile a bucket list of sorts for things that I want to accomplish in my lifetime.

Another exciting opportunity is to finally figure out what is going on with my body. I've been having some issues and struggles as of late and finding the cure is almost as frustrating as having the actual symptoms!

And the final thing I'm excited about for this year is... I'm gonna be putting together a band! My singing has really evolved and I love performing so...why not?

Happy New Year loved ones!