Redhead, nurse, sister, daughter, aunt, newly-ex-wife, sucker for lost animals, currently owned by Percy the cat and Spencer the dog. In the middle of some major changes–trying to figure out what I want so I can figure out how to get there.

Archive for May, 2011

The redhead and the police interact…

I was minding my own business driving to work and Officer (Friendly) in the parking lot waved me over. Seems I was going 53 miles an hour…in the last 20 feet of a school zone. Boo Hiss for me. In addition, I got another ticket for not lying about how long I had been back in Georgia. Oh well. My sister calls it “Fast Driving Award,” I call it “SpeedingTax.” Either way, I was overdue.

Fast forward to the following day. I was tired and had a headache, and I disobeyed another traffic rule.There is an on-ramp near where I grew up that I used all the time. Then they put in HOV lanes, and they made it an HOV only ramp. I was irritated by this as it took away from me a route that I used often. 97% of the time I follow that law…this was one of the times I did not. No sooner did I make the left turn than did I see another police officer…waving me over. Holy shit! Two days in a row? You gotta be kidding me. I pulled over (as had about 4 other cars). I waited for what seemed like forever. The following conversation took place:
Cop: Has anyone taken your license yet?
Redhead: No, sir.
Cop: Why are you pulled over?
Redhead: Because this is an HOV only ramp, sir.
Cop: Did anyone tell you to pull over?.
(Very puzzled) Redhead: You did, sir.
Cop: I believe you must have misunderstood me. Thanks for your time. You’re from Texas. I’m not giving you a ticket, have a good day.
Redhead: (not one to correct a cop who thinks I’m from Texas) Thank you, sir.

These event reminded me of another interaction with the police many years ago. Mother and I were driving to Augusta for my graduation from nursing school. We packed a picnic…sandwiches, chips, beer, the usual. I was driving down the highway drinking my beer and my lead foot (again) got in the way. Lights and siren behind me, so I pull over. As I am pulling over, Mother is busy. Before I can blink an eye, the beers are back inside the now-closed cooler…and a stick of chewing gum, half-unwrapped is in my face. I give the cop my license and insurance card, fully ready to accept the ticket. Mother had another idea. She leans over the console and says (in her Southern drawl), “Sir, I am so terribly sorry if we were speeding. You see, we are going to my daughter’s graduation from nursing school. We are so excited about it that we did not even realize we were going so fast. If you let us off with a warning, I promise that I will pay much closer attention to be sure she doesn’t speed any more.” He handed me back my license and said, “Congratulations, young lady.”
So, when did you have an interesting or funny experience with the cops? Ever talk your way out of a ticket?

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Over a month?

I totally knew I had been a completely-slack-ass-blogger, but I had no idea it had been so long. I suck at this thing called “consistency.”

Part of me thinks I should figure out what I have done over the past month to explain my absence, but the hell with that. Here is what I remember. I made 2 trips out of town–for music and visiting…I had a fabulous time. I had a 10 day stretch where I attended 7 performances. I was totally fucking exhausted, and it hurt my hermit/curmudgeon credibility, but each and every show was wonderful. I went out on a “date” that I didn’t really intend. Said man has romantic interest in me…I have the dreaded “friend” interest in him. He kinda finagled a situation to be like a date without ever actually asking me. Yes, it was awkward. No, we haven’t spoken/emailed since (which bugs me at least a little). I will see him again–our paths cross often in the music scene. Ugh.

A very good friend lost her father suddenly–in a “holy-shit-he-can’t-be-dead-I-just-saw-him-last-week” kinda way. She lives far away and I wish I could give her a hug. I know that feeling all too well–May 14 was TWENTY-FUCKING-YEARS since Mother died. It hit me harder than I thought it would. My sister pointed out that next year will be the year our brother marks the weird mathematical year in which he will have been without her as long as he was with her. I have 2 more years before I turn the age she was when she died. It’s kinda freaking me out…not in a doomsday way, just in the “that shit is totally wrong” way.

Work is the big black hole of suck. We are anticipating 300 layoffs in the next month or so. The questions remain: 1) Will I still have a job? 2) Will it be a job I want? Hopefully decisions will come sooner than later. My staff appears to be safe in the”having a job,” but their jobs are changing, and I think at least one Very Good Nurse will likely quit due to the changes.

Last Sunday was a rough day for me. I experienced a series of disappointments/losses…some bigger, some smaller…but it all kinda piled upon me.I felt shittier than I have in a long time, and it made me nervous. I suppose the “Very Dark Days” I had in Houston make me more concerned when I feel myself traipsing down the rabbit hole. I made an extra appointment with my therapist, and I was recovering even before the appointment. I just never want to get to the point that I was then. Let’s just say that I still believe that suicide is a selfish solution to a temporary problem. but I know now far more than I ever wanted to about how a person could get there.

Monday I have my first “outing” with my new mentee. She is a 14 year old girl with a parent (I think her father) in prison. We met about 10 days ago, and it went pretty well. I must say that I was as nervous about that as I have ever been for a job interview. She likes music, science, and is on the dance team. She is smart and shy. She wants to be a CSI or an attorney when she grows up. Hopefully I can manage not to say “fuck” while we are together.

So, what the hell have you guys been doing?