Where Did My Comfort Zone Go?
Aside from preparing for our annual Thanksgiving pilgrimage to the Great White North, which is nothing new, this week held some interesting firsts for me.
On Tuesday, for the first time ever, I birdied a hole playing golf. That's one under par. I was on the green off the tee, and made a truly bodacious putt on a tricky green. Tiger would have been impressed.
On Wednesday, I had to go to court because, two months ago, I was stopped with . . . DUN DUN DUN! Expired tags. Seems to be a glut of this particular crime. They had been expired since December of last year, and I really had no idea. We usually get notification in the mail and pay them right away. Didn't happen. We paid up, and paid the late fee, the day of the stop. My husband did a very nice spreadsheet kind of thing, showing how vigilant we have been when it comes to updating the tags on our numerous vehicles over the years. Thinking it might impress the judge, I bore it like a shield and went to county court. I'm a novice. Not only did the judge mispronounce my name, the only thing he cared about was getting me a trial date or getting me to pay the fine and getting me out of his face. So I paid the $173.90. And I got an itemized receipt. I guess I never thought about where money from traffic citations goes. So you can imagine my shock.
Sheriff's Service & Incarceration Fee (I mercifully was not incarcerated.)
Law Library Fee (Yeah, I'm sure the prosecutor spent hours on this case.)
Patrol Vehicle Revolving Fund (My arresting officer went to the car wash. Probably had a pop on my dime.)
CLEET Assessment for A.F.I.S. (That actually means Council on Law Enforcement Education and Training Assessment for Automated Fingerprint Identification System. I mercifully was not fingerprinted during this incident.)
Anyway, you get the picture.
To wrap up my week of firsts, yesterday I went to the dermatologist with my daughter. She had something on her neck that she wanted off. The doc said it was out of control blood vessels that had formed what looked like a red mole. It bugged her because it had a tendency to bleed. Simple procedure to remove it. Numb her neck, scape the thing off, burn it so it wouldn't come back. Needle, scraping sound, the smell of burning flesh and smoke rising from it. I think she took it better than I did, really. But the real horror was the bill.
I'm ready for normal.
On Tuesday, for the first time ever, I birdied a hole playing golf. That's one under par. I was on the green off the tee, and made a truly bodacious putt on a tricky green. Tiger would have been impressed.
On Wednesday, I had to go to court because, two months ago, I was stopped with . . . DUN DUN DUN! Expired tags. Seems to be a glut of this particular crime. They had been expired since December of last year, and I really had no idea. We usually get notification in the mail and pay them right away. Didn't happen. We paid up, and paid the late fee, the day of the stop. My husband did a very nice spreadsheet kind of thing, showing how vigilant we have been when it comes to updating the tags on our numerous vehicles over the years. Thinking it might impress the judge, I bore it like a shield and went to county court. I'm a novice. Not only did the judge mispronounce my name, the only thing he cared about was getting me a trial date or getting me to pay the fine and getting me out of his face. So I paid the $173.90. And I got an itemized receipt. I guess I never thought about where money from traffic citations goes. So you can imagine my shock.
Sheriff's Service & Incarceration Fee (I mercifully was not incarcerated.)
Law Library Fee (Yeah, I'm sure the prosecutor spent hours on this case.)
Patrol Vehicle Revolving Fund (My arresting officer went to the car wash. Probably had a pop on my dime.)
CLEET Assessment for A.F.I.S. (That actually means Council on Law Enforcement Education and Training Assessment for Automated Fingerprint Identification System. I mercifully was not fingerprinted during this incident.)
Anyway, you get the picture.
To wrap up my week of firsts, yesterday I went to the dermatologist with my daughter. She had something on her neck that she wanted off. The doc said it was out of control blood vessels that had formed what looked like a red mole. It bugged her because it had a tendency to bleed. Simple procedure to remove it. Numb her neck, scape the thing off, burn it so it wouldn't come back. Needle, scraping sound, the smell of burning flesh and smoke rising from it. I think she took it better than I did, really. But the real horror was the bill.
I'm ready for normal.
posted by Mom Thumb at 8:17 AM
10 Comments:
What an elegant description of our visit to the doctor yesterday...
Hey - does your pilgrimage to the north mean Duluth? Cause we're gonna be up there on Thanksgiving Day.
Jess - Your mom has a blog now. Get used to it ;-)
Linda: On the 28th of November Austin will do a presentation at Saint Cloud City Hall. We will be there. Stop over if you can get to Duluth, and stop giving all your money to the police!
jess - yeah, not much elegance in that visit to the doctor. Although the doc was very pretty and well dressed. Guess dermatology pays pretty well.
H-man - Jess and I were thinking of going to Duluth on Tuesday, actually. So we will probably miss your family. Hey, thanks for adding me to your list of Sites I Like - I feel honored!
bill - we are coming home on the 26th, Jess has to go back to school. May pop in on you next Tuesday. The police have enough of my money!
This next Tuesday is the day our church has services at Viewcrest, and I play the piano for the hymn singing and during other parts of the service, so I'll be gone from one to three--but Bill will be here. Just thought I'd let you know that. Maybe you can work around that, if you come to Duluth.Gosh, how I want to see you!!!! Hope it works out!!!!
lois - we will probably try to leave MPLS about sevenish, so we should be in Duluth around ten, depending on how long we spend at Tobie's! Will it be okay to crash your place around mid morning? I am looking forward to a Lois hug, nothing like it!
Hope next week is a little nicer to you. Yeah, I've gone to court once, as a teenager. You'll be jealous to hear I got out of paying a major fine, but it still stinks to be in a courtroom. Thankfully we were both in for minor offenses!!
heather - glad you didn't have to pay the incarceration and fingerprinting fees! I used to get stopped and not ticketed when I was about 30 years younger, go figure. It usually wasn't for expired tags, however . . .
Hey, did I see you guys heading for Pond Creek the other day?
Have a safe trip up north!
tracy - yeah, that was me waving like a goof at four corners! We were taking the animals to the vet for boarding. Got here safely yesterday and so far, it's not too cold. Have a good Thanksgiving!
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