Darco came home last night exclaiming that someone backed into the Mazda3 while she was driving it.
This is what I found this morning…
Driver who backed into her doesn’t have insurance.
In the world of constant discrimination lawsuits, glass ceilings, and riots, I too have a point of frustration.
I would love to do a case study on tickets issued to males compared to females when pulled over by the police on the highway.
I’ll use Darco as the example.
Several months ago she was pulled over for failing to stop. No ticket.
Today she was pulled over for our license plate not being visible (after having the Mazda3 for nearly two years), and for driving too long in the left lane. To no surprise, even by way of a state trooper, no tickets were issued. Even after disclosing the amount of the citation, no ticket.
I can think back to the times I’ve been stopped in my life, to date only one pulled me over due to a serious light issue and didn’t give me a ticket.
Also, just an FYI to police out there, this is not a good way to get me to enjoy your company, especially when speaking to my wife:
Don’t park next to a guardrail. I don’t want to get hit. Sure, I don’t care if you get hit, I’ll even back up for you. I just don’t want to get hit.
Productive day during this break from school. Cleaned the kitchen, made juice, cleaned the kitchen again, had lunch, and started dinner. The cloudy, cool, damp day wanted to keep me indoors, but thankfully Jim popped over to get me out of the apartment (flat on the Mazda3 needed to be changed out).
Afterwards, I felt the sudden inspiration to run “stadiums” (running up and down the flights of steps at a local football field) for my workout. I had forgotten that technically Thursday’s are my day of rest from running. Darco was gone for the day and night, so truly the day was up to me. Two hours later I finished my workout, grabbed coffee (haven’t had that in nearly a week), and headed home.
Finished my rehab workouts from my doctor, and hopped in the shower (shame on me, it had been two days). Upon finishing I checked on the dinner that I had started; a crock pot variety of chicken soup with gluten free pasta noodles.
Now? I’m sitting comfortably on the couch, preparing to watch a new episode of Arrow, iced coffee on the table, chicken soup in a bowl, and a calm glow from the lamp in the living room.
Truly, this is the best day of spring break to date.
Oh yeah…the department of education also said today that I qualify for a provisional social studies middle school certification without having to take their content examination!
Darco is woken up by her store, notifying her of a scheduling error…resulting in her heading to work for two hours this afternoon.
Phone call results in us falling behind in time to get to church.
The Mazda3 has hit the level of “epic” in regards to a flat tire.
Yep…it’s definitely Sunday.
Today, as a whole, made absolutely no sense. It was some disastrous day, but man…it was a strange, very long one.
Note: Grab popcorn
Now, I love my job. It’s fun, exciting, and challenging. It is a job where I forget that, well, it’s a job. However, to access the office that is so dear to my heart it requires a 86 mile one way trip. Even with my lovely little Mazda3 that’s still a lot of ground to cover, nearing 180 miles a day. That means we, as a family, spend a lot of money on fuel. Continue reading
Sometimes a fourteen hour road trip to the middle of nowhere is exactly what the doctor ordered.
As it turns out my traveling passenger is a Snapchat nightmare. He’s averaging six snaps a minute. He’s turned the dark interior of the Mazda3 into a rave party with his flash.
I feel old…