I know I've posted this before.
And last time I returned.
But this time, I mean it.
Farewell blogger!
You've been a great blogging site, but it's time for me to move on to bigger and better things.
Okay...not truly.
But I am taking my blog over to Wordpress...again.
I know, I know.
I said I liked the simplicity of blogger...and I do.
But, wordpress allows so much more that blogger doesn't.
So, I'm moving my blog back to Wordpress and this time I'm staying!
If you still want to keep up-to-date, here is my new link.
Although, it's very possible my sister is the only one who reads this blog. ;)
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Incredibly Touching
As some of you know, my younger sister was recently involved in a very serious ATV accident. Fortunately, she is alive & recovering, but it could have been life altering, if not worse.
Anyway, a co-worker of my dad and sister, wrote a blog about Laura that I just felt had to be shared. He cares for her a lot and they have always had a special bond. Probably all started when Laura, in second grade, told him to quit smoking. And he did.
His words touched my heart and brought tears to my eyes.
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Written by Rich
Where to begin.........
A week ago, I witnessed one of those life changing experiences, which happened in a big way, to a very dear friend of mine.
I work at a fairly small sign and graphics company, we are a tight knit group, and most of us have worked together for years.
In my case, I have been working off and on with Martin (the owner) for the last 23 years, which is incredible.
The company is definitely a family affair.
Martin is the president and owner of the company, his wife works part time doing books and office work, and his daughter Laura has been working there for the last few years in the graphics department.
She runs a couple of the vinyl and large format print machines, and whenever I go out on an install, I take her along, she is an exceptional installer!
I have known Laura "for ever", and since she was just a little babe, she has always been glued to me. Though there are many years between us, we are the best of friends, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Plus, we make a good team. I have the years of experience, and she has that wide eyed youthful exuberance which I find to be a wonderful change, especially since the rest of us are old and jaded.
Ok, I am wandering.
On Saturday of the Memorial Day weekend, Laura was involved in an accident which could easily have ended her life. She was on the back of a ridiculously souped up 4 wheeler, riding with her boyfriend, when he got sloppy at the controls and flipped the ATV.
Laura was wearing a helmet, and was thrown from the vehicle landing some distance away where she sustained damage to her pelvis in at least 2 areas.
She crushed the left Anterior Inferior Iliac Spine (that large part of the pelvis/hip just under the skin that looks like an ear made of bone on a skeleton), and also suffered a break at the Sacroiliac Joint.
It could have been far worse. Her boyfriend, an ex Marine and a few others who were involved in the accident panicked and actually moved her instead of leaving her with a person and getting help.
One of them left, found someone with a small car up the road, loaded her into the back seat, and drove her to a hospital in Shelton Wa., on the Olympic peninsula.
Unbelievable.
Who moves a person after they have been in a serious accident???
After she arrived at the hospital in Shelton, it was determined that they needed to medevac her to Harborview hospital in Seattle.
The surgeons drilled into both sides of her pelvis, inserted metal rods which are now screwed and bolted to an external rod which runs across her lower belly to keep both halves of the pelvis aligned so they heal correctly. She was in a great deal of pain, and very dizzy when I took this shot.
So it goes without saying, when Laura gets injured, we not only lose Laura, we lose Martin and his wife, all three of them, which has been the case for a week now. A nightmare situation for the rest of us, but all I really care about is getting my friend healed, and well again.
The doctors state it will be 6-8 weeks before the rods are removed, then there will be extended physical therapy for another month or two.
Hard to be mindful and patient, I want her well NOW!
Anyway, a co-worker of my dad and sister, wrote a blog about Laura that I just felt had to be shared. He cares for her a lot and they have always had a special bond. Probably all started when Laura, in second grade, told him to quit smoking. And he did.
His words touched my heart and brought tears to my eyes.
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Written by Rich
Where to begin.........
A week ago, I witnessed one of those life changing experiences, which happened in a big way, to a very dear friend of mine.
I work at a fairly small sign and graphics company, we are a tight knit group, and most of us have worked together for years.
In my case, I have been working off and on with Martin (the owner) for the last 23 years, which is incredible.
The company is definitely a family affair.
Martin is the president and owner of the company, his wife works part time doing books and office work, and his daughter Laura has been working there for the last few years in the graphics department.
She runs a couple of the vinyl and large format print machines, and whenever I go out on an install, I take her along, she is an exceptional installer!
I have known Laura "for ever", and since she was just a little babe, she has always been glued to me. Though there are many years between us, we are the best of friends, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Plus, we make a good team. I have the years of experience, and she has that wide eyed youthful exuberance which I find to be a wonderful change, especially since the rest of us are old and jaded.
Ok, I am wandering.
On Saturday of the Memorial Day weekend, Laura was involved in an accident which could easily have ended her life. She was on the back of a ridiculously souped up 4 wheeler, riding with her boyfriend, when he got sloppy at the controls and flipped the ATV.
Laura was wearing a helmet, and was thrown from the vehicle landing some distance away where she sustained damage to her pelvis in at least 2 areas.
She crushed the left Anterior Inferior Iliac Spine (that large part of the pelvis/hip just under the skin that looks like an ear made of bone on a skeleton), and also suffered a break at the Sacroiliac Joint.
It could have been far worse. Her boyfriend, an ex Marine and a few others who were involved in the accident panicked and actually moved her instead of leaving her with a person and getting help.
One of them left, found someone with a small car up the road, loaded her into the back seat, and drove her to a hospital in Shelton Wa., on the Olympic peninsula.
Unbelievable.
Who moves a person after they have been in a serious accident???
After she arrived at the hospital in Shelton, it was determined that they needed to medevac her to Harborview hospital in Seattle.
The surgeons drilled into both sides of her pelvis, inserted metal rods which are now screwed and bolted to an external rod which runs across her lower belly to keep both halves of the pelvis aligned so they heal correctly. She was in a great deal of pain, and very dizzy when I took this shot.
So it goes without saying, when Laura gets injured, we not only lose Laura, we lose Martin and his wife, all three of them, which has been the case for a week now. A nightmare situation for the rest of us, but all I really care about is getting my friend healed, and well again.
The doctors state it will be 6-8 weeks before the rods are removed, then there will be extended physical therapy for another month or two.
Hard to be mindful and patient, I want her well NOW!
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Not What I Had in Mind
Memorial Day Weekend brings to mind images of trips to the lake, camping, hiking, playing croquet on a nice velvet green lawn while waiting for the BBQ to heat up, toasting marshmallows over an open fire, laughing deep into the night, and spending time with family and friends. It's the welcoming of warmer weather, the celebration of the beginning of summer. At least, it is for some people.
This Memorial Weekend, I took work off early on Friday and headed down to Portland to play in a soccer tournament all weekend long. We had games scheduled for Saturday thru Monday. Nobody goes home early in this tournament. The drive down was fairly uneventful. There was traffic, of course, but nothing too depressing. We made pretty good time and checked into our hotel around 5:30pm. Not too bad for a 2pm departure. After settling into our room, Carrie, Kara, and I headed out to get some dinner. We wandered across an abandoned parking lot/hotel, passed under I-5, and crawled through hole in the fence to make our way safely to the shopping area. Sound creepy? It was. I'm pretty sure drug deals happen in the shadows here late at night.
Saturday morning came and we played two games, losing 2-0 both times. I actually played sweeper both games...can't believe that one, as I've always been outside mid or forward. Surprisingly, I enjoyed myself and would even play back there again. After our games were done for the day, we headed to Downtown Portland to watch the Portland Timbers take on the Vancouver soccer team (honestly don't know their team name).
About 10 minutes after the second half started, I received a phone call from home. I answered, assuming my mom just had some random update to share. I only wish. Instead I heard this, "Laura's been in an accident." Immediately my eyes got big and my heart started racing.
Apparently, she and her boyfriend had been on their way back to his grandparent's cabin on his quad when the accident happened. When he tried to slow down to maneuver the curve in the road, the quad fish-tailed throwing them both off of it. Laura landed hard on her left side and later learned that her pelvis had been broken in the fall. Beau walked away with just a bruise (although it's pretty swollen and painful), but she was airlifted to Harborview. Being the thrill-seeker that she is, she requested to be awake for take-off, so she'd at least remember her first helicopter ride.
Apparently, she and her boyfriend had been on their way back to his grandparent's cabin on his quad when the accident happened. When he tried to slow down to maneuver the curve in the road, the quad fish-tailed throwing them both off of it. Laura landed hard on her left side and later learned that her pelvis had been broken in the fall. Beau walked away with just a bruise (although it's pretty swollen and painful), but she was airlifted to Harborview. Being the thrill-seeker that she is, she requested to be awake for take-off, so she'd at least remember her first helicopter ride.
Broken pelvis? No big deal for my sis!
I'm sad that she's hurt. :(
Mom decided her hair needed attention.
She has to wear these air-casts on her calves to keep circulation in her legs.
She's doing well, but is getting frustrated with waiting for so long. Originally, her surgery was supposed to happen Sunday morning, but she keeps getting bumped since she's not considered critical (i.e. doesn't have a tube down her throat). Plus, she's an ortho case, so they figure they can always re-break her bone if they need to in order to perform her surgery. Sad day! :(
Definitely not the way I wanted to spend the 3-day weekend. I know it's not what she had in mind.
Of course, in my family, the drama doesn't end with just one sibling. I had driven home Sunday morning from my weekend of soccer to be there for my baby sis in the hospital. So that night, I decided to spend the evening at my parent's home in Snohomish. My mom and I enjoyed a nice long respite in the hot tub and then settled into the basement with some coconut cream pie and a Billy Crystal movie. We were about halfway done with our pies, when the phone rang. Assuming it was Laura, my mom got up and answered it while my dad and I continued watching the movie. There was no one on the other line, so my mom hung up. Seconds later the phone rang again and still no one was on the receiving end. The phone rang a third time and finally someone was there. And it wasn't Laura like we all thought. Nope. This time it was D. And she was hysterical.
She had decided to cook hash browns at 10:30 at night. Don't ask me why, this is just D's way. She left the pan of oil on the burner and walked into her bedroom to change & check her e-mail. A few minutes passed and she started hearing a popping sound. She exited her bedroom to investigate and saw flames curling out from under the lid of her pan and licking the top of her stove. She attempted to pour salt on the increasing blaze, but to no avail. Unfortunately, she made the mistake of lifting the lid on the pan. The flames leaped out of the pan of burnt oil and climbed their way up her microwave & cabinets. She called for help and a nearby neighbor rushed to her aid with a fire extinguisher, but it was too late. The sprinklers came on and began flooding her kitchen and the tenants below her. In the end, 3 fire trucks arrived, a fire & rescue truck, and she displaced the people living below her on the 2nd and 1st floor.
Definitely not the way I wanted to spend the 3-day weekend. I know it's not what she had in mind.
Of course, in my family, the drama doesn't end with just one sibling. I had driven home Sunday morning from my weekend of soccer to be there for my baby sis in the hospital. So that night, I decided to spend the evening at my parent's home in Snohomish. My mom and I enjoyed a nice long respite in the hot tub and then settled into the basement with some coconut cream pie and a Billy Crystal movie. We were about halfway done with our pies, when the phone rang. Assuming it was Laura, my mom got up and answered it while my dad and I continued watching the movie. There was no one on the other line, so my mom hung up. Seconds later the phone rang again and still no one was on the receiving end. The phone rang a third time and finally someone was there. And it wasn't Laura like we all thought. Nope. This time it was D. And she was hysterical.
She had decided to cook hash browns at 10:30 at night. Don't ask me why, this is just D's way. She left the pan of oil on the burner and walked into her bedroom to change & check her e-mail. A few minutes passed and she started hearing a popping sound. She exited her bedroom to investigate and saw flames curling out from under the lid of her pan and licking the top of her stove. She attempted to pour salt on the increasing blaze, but to no avail. Unfortunately, she made the mistake of lifting the lid on the pan. The flames leaped out of the pan of burnt oil and climbed their way up her microwave & cabinets. She called for help and a nearby neighbor rushed to her aid with a fire extinguisher, but it was too late. The sprinklers came on and began flooding her kitchen and the tenants below her. In the end, 3 fire trucks arrived, a fire & rescue truck, and she displaced the people living below her on the 2nd and 1st floor.
The remains of her kitchen.
All in all, it could have been a lot worse. It just needs a little TLC and she'll be back in there whipping up cookies to thank her neighbors for being so understanding. ;)
But then again...they may want her to stay away from the stove for the time being.
My only thought, "I'm sure glad the weekend is over!"
Friday, May 2, 2008
Rest for the Weary
Yesterday, I came home exhausted. I didn't fall asleep until 1AM the night before & was awoken throughout the night by my obnoxious kitties, which didn't help my REM sleep at all.
Consequently, when I arrived home yesterday at 4:30, I decided a quick nap was in order to re-energize my body so I would be able to function for the rest of the night. I curled up on my ridiculously soft L-couch and immediately melded into the cushions. With my down blanket pulled tightly around my shoulders and face, I quickly fell into a deep slumber. When I awoke, I thought maybe an hour had passed, but was horrified to see the clock mocking me with a blinking 7:58. I had already missed more than half of my bible study, so going to that was officially out. Now, I was left with the question "What to do?" as all my plans had been thrown into upheaval.
So I decided to continue resting. I relaxed by reading and watching Grey's Anatomy & The Office. Not how I originally envisioned my night, but definitely what I needed.
This of course got me thinking. Why is our society so against rest?
In today's world, it's so easy to get caught up in the go-go-go of things and neglect the fact that our bodies need rest. I mean, geez! God even made a day specifically devoted to rest, yet we still can't sit still. We are always dialed in. Be it on the phone, text messaging, emailing, surfing the net (i.e. facebook/myspace), playing video games, or watching our favorite shows...it seems like technology follows us everywhere. I was at the movies a few weeks ago and sitting next to me was a couple in their mid-forties having a night out. However, what saddened me was that neither one of them was acknowledging the other. There were no entertaining slides up on the movie screen, so instead of engaging in conversation, they were both on their I-phones; checking email or reading the news. Whatever they were doing, it was solitary...with the illusion of being social. Because, hey! We like to think that e-mail keeps us connected or facebook & myspace friends are "real", but it really takes a lot away from relationships...making them simply impersonal.
Anyway, these were just my thoughts last night. And it's something I try not to become to consumed with. I enjoy talking face to face so much more than over the phone or the web. I love going out in nature & being active with my friends. And I try to leave my cell phone behind whenever I get a chance. Because I don't want to be dependant on it. In fact, I loathe the idea of becoming one of those people who feels naked when their phone is more than ten feet from their side. Or who can't go on vacation anywhere that doesn't have a television or cell service.
So please, embrace rest! Make time to just be still. To talk to God. To venture outside without your cell phone, iPod, or laptop. To have coffee with a friend. Or even, simply to catch up on much needed sleep. Most importantly, rest in the Lord.
Consequently, when I arrived home yesterday at 4:30, I decided a quick nap was in order to re-energize my body so I would be able to function for the rest of the night. I curled up on my ridiculously soft L-couch and immediately melded into the cushions. With my down blanket pulled tightly around my shoulders and face, I quickly fell into a deep slumber. When I awoke, I thought maybe an hour had passed, but was horrified to see the clock mocking me with a blinking 7:58. I had already missed more than half of my bible study, so going to that was officially out. Now, I was left with the question "What to do?" as all my plans had been thrown into upheaval.
So I decided to continue resting. I relaxed by reading and watching Grey's Anatomy & The Office. Not how I originally envisioned my night, but definitely what I needed.
This of course got me thinking. Why is our society so against rest?
In today's world, it's so easy to get caught up in the go-go-go of things and neglect the fact that our bodies need rest. I mean, geez! God even made a day specifically devoted to rest, yet we still can't sit still. We are always dialed in. Be it on the phone, text messaging, emailing, surfing the net (i.e. facebook/myspace), playing video games, or watching our favorite shows...it seems like technology follows us everywhere. I was at the movies a few weeks ago and sitting next to me was a couple in their mid-forties having a night out. However, what saddened me was that neither one of them was acknowledging the other. There were no entertaining slides up on the movie screen, so instead of engaging in conversation, they were both on their I-phones; checking email or reading the news. Whatever they were doing, it was solitary...with the illusion of being social. Because, hey! We like to think that e-mail keeps us connected or facebook & myspace friends are "real", but it really takes a lot away from relationships...making them simply impersonal.
Anyway, these were just my thoughts last night. And it's something I try not to become to consumed with. I enjoy talking face to face so much more than over the phone or the web. I love going out in nature & being active with my friends. And I try to leave my cell phone behind whenever I get a chance. Because I don't want to be dependant on it. In fact, I loathe the idea of becoming one of those people who feels naked when their phone is more than ten feet from their side. Or who can't go on vacation anywhere that doesn't have a television or cell service.
So please, embrace rest! Make time to just be still. To talk to God. To venture outside without your cell phone, iPod, or laptop. To have coffee with a friend. Or even, simply to catch up on much needed sleep. Most importantly, rest in the Lord.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Green Lake Freezing? Impossible!
But it has happened...check it out here. I'm jealous & only wish this would happen in my lifetime.
Image of ice skaters on Green Lake in 1930.
Can you imagine? It was 13 inches thick!!
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Driving Distraction
While driving home from work yesterday, I had one of those random "I wonder..." thoughts.
I was driving along I-5 across the ship canal bridge and it struck me, "I wonder if anyone has ever flipped over the guard rail and plummeted to the ground/water below." Morbid, I know. But I was driving in the outer lane, the one that exits to UW and I was eyeing the view, then the water, and then the dangerously low height of the rail. I thought about getting into an accident, which led me to dangling precariously off the edge, and then to falling.
Crazy how the mind jumps from one scenario to the next, all the while remaining delicately linked to the original thought.
I was driving along I-5 across the ship canal bridge and it struck me, "I wonder if anyone has ever flipped over the guard rail and plummeted to the ground/water below." Morbid, I know. But I was driving in the outer lane, the one that exits to UW and I was eyeing the view, then the water, and then the dangerously low height of the rail. I thought about getting into an accident, which led me to dangling precariously off the edge, and then to falling.
Crazy how the mind jumps from one scenario to the next, all the while remaining delicately linked to the original thought.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
More Creations
I know all of you (the 3 people that read my blog) have been waiting for another stunning (sarcasm) Photoshop design. So, without further ado, I present my two latest and greatest (or not). ;)
One I had help with from a tutorial. The other I created on my own.
One I had help with from a tutorial. The other I created on my own.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Contemplating & Just a Smidge of Wallowing
Most of the time I'm happy being alone. It's time I use to reacquaint myself with...myself. To spend time talking to God or just doing absolutely nothing. I'm content just curling up with a good book, going for a solitary run, or just enjoying a homemade dinner while watching a sappy chick flick. I'll covet my quiet time and often become stressed when I'm not getting any. But sometimes, just sometimes, I get frustrated with it all. And I become slightly depressed as I examine my life...or lack of one depending on my frame of mind at the time. Right now is one of those times.
Lately, I've been feeling what has been the story of my life. The fact that I don't have any close girl friends. Sure, everyone claims they like me or whatever, but when it actually comes down to hanging out...well I've just never been one of those girls that other girls want to invite out. I'm the one they talk to in class, at church, in bible study, or at soccer games. But the relationships never extend beyond that. And I don't know why. Sure, people will claim they want to hang out, but more often then not it's just empty words. With no follow-through. And it's starting to wear on me. I begin to tear myself down and assume untruths about myself and my personality. Or maybe they are truths and I'm just in denial. I just want to know what it is about me that keeps other people from wanting to get to know me...to be my friend. Do I keep people at a distance? Possibly. But for the most part it's because rejection always ensues when I put myself out there. And I know, I know, I shouldn't care what others think. I should only care about God's opinion. But it is so hard sometimes. And my old insecurities always resurface and I battle them and try to overcome them. But sometimes, when I'm all alone, they win the fight.
I know I have a lot of things going for me and have no reason to be envious of the relationships I see other girls having. But I am. Even if I try to tell myself I don't need it. But the company of guys just isn't the same as a close female confidant.
I'm happy. I truly am. And incredibly blessed with a small core group of people who really care about me. But sometimes this is how I feel.
Lately, I've been feeling what has been the story of my life. The fact that I don't have any close girl friends. Sure, everyone claims they like me or whatever, but when it actually comes down to hanging out...well I've just never been one of those girls that other girls want to invite out. I'm the one they talk to in class, at church, in bible study, or at soccer games. But the relationships never extend beyond that. And I don't know why. Sure, people will claim they want to hang out, but more often then not it's just empty words. With no follow-through. And it's starting to wear on me. I begin to tear myself down and assume untruths about myself and my personality. Or maybe they are truths and I'm just in denial. I just want to know what it is about me that keeps other people from wanting to get to know me...to be my friend. Do I keep people at a distance? Possibly. But for the most part it's because rejection always ensues when I put myself out there. And I know, I know, I shouldn't care what others think. I should only care about God's opinion. But it is so hard sometimes. And my old insecurities always resurface and I battle them and try to overcome them. But sometimes, when I'm all alone, they win the fight.
I know I have a lot of things going for me and have no reason to be envious of the relationships I see other girls having. But I am. Even if I try to tell myself I don't need it. But the company of guys just isn't the same as a close female confidant.
I'm happy. I truly am. And incredibly blessed with a small core group of people who really care about me. But sometimes this is how I feel.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Accidental Collision?
Wednesday morning started out calm and full of promise. I was out the door at 6:48 and there wasn't a spot of traffic on the road. I turned onto the road in front of my work and still had 3 minutes until 7. What would I do with this rare free time? Go to Starbucks and get a warm drink? The thought crossed my mind and if only I had heeded that fleeting thought. Instead, I decided to go straight to work. I put my blinker on, slowed down to a stop, and waited for the bicyclist and lone motorist to pass me by so I could make my left hand turn. Right as I was about to begin my turn I was jolted out of my seat. I let out a cry of rage and an "Oh no you didn't!"
Yes, he did. A taxicab had run into my rear passenger side bumper & tire. Obviously not looking at the road, he had made an extremely wide right-hand turn out of the parking lot to my right. Instead of turning into the near lane, he turned right into me - in the inside lane! So, I spent my free minutes pulling over, exchanging my information and gathering his, all the while trying to understand what he was saying. He didn't want to involve the police or insurance companies. Yeah right! Like I'm just going to hope he pays me back...sure. He seemed nice enough. And gave me his insurance and contact information willingly. But I contacted my insurance company and filed my claim. I told them he wanted to pay out of pocket & that I was going to give him the opportunity to do so (with a cashier's check or something equally legit). I took my car in, got the estimate, and began the repairs - all on Wednesday. The estimate currently stands at $1200. I called him & informed him of the price - on his answering machine. I waited. And waited. He called late Wednesday night & said he wanted to meet to discuss things. Okay...fine. But I'm bringing my dad along.
So, at noon yesterday I went to the Starbucks to meet him. My dad and I waited for over half an hour & decided that was ample time for him to show up. So I called my insurance company and told them to proceed with handling the situation. Later in the day, I saw I had a missed call & a new text message. Both from this guy. He called almost 2 hours after our scheduled meet & greet and left a voice mail that I am certain is in a different language...possibly cussing me out. That part I couldn't tell. The text said to "Call ****". But I feel like I have accommodated him enough and now it just comes down to the fact that I want my car repaired. I gave him 2 days and feel that that was more than generous. I could have simply said no and gone straight to his insurance company, but I didn't. I gave him a little time. But the fact is, I can't wait forever because I need my car fixed & I need to make sure I'm not footing the bill. Especially since I wasn't at fault in the situation.
I have always had a certain phobia towards Seattle taxicabs. They always appear to drive erratically and I fear I'll get hit every time I'm stuck next to one.
Now I know that it was a healthy fear.
I feel bad that I'm hurting this guys driving record, but insurance is there for a reason...right?
Please let me hear some feedback...if only for my peace of mind! :)
Yes, he did. A taxicab had run into my rear passenger side bumper & tire. Obviously not looking at the road, he had made an extremely wide right-hand turn out of the parking lot to my right. Instead of turning into the near lane, he turned right into me - in the inside lane! So, I spent my free minutes pulling over, exchanging my information and gathering his, all the while trying to understand what he was saying. He didn't want to involve the police or insurance companies. Yeah right! Like I'm just going to hope he pays me back...sure. He seemed nice enough. And gave me his insurance and contact information willingly. But I contacted my insurance company and filed my claim. I told them he wanted to pay out of pocket & that I was going to give him the opportunity to do so (with a cashier's check or something equally legit). I took my car in, got the estimate, and began the repairs - all on Wednesday. The estimate currently stands at $1200. I called him & informed him of the price - on his answering machine. I waited. And waited. He called late Wednesday night & said he wanted to meet to discuss things. Okay...fine. But I'm bringing my dad along.
So, at noon yesterday I went to the Starbucks to meet him. My dad and I waited for over half an hour & decided that was ample time for him to show up. So I called my insurance company and told them to proceed with handling the situation. Later in the day, I saw I had a missed call & a new text message. Both from this guy. He called almost 2 hours after our scheduled meet & greet and left a voice mail that I am certain is in a different language...possibly cussing me out. That part I couldn't tell. The text said to "Call ****". But I feel like I have accommodated him enough and now it just comes down to the fact that I want my car repaired. I gave him 2 days and feel that that was more than generous. I could have simply said no and gone straight to his insurance company, but I didn't. I gave him a little time. But the fact is, I can't wait forever because I need my car fixed & I need to make sure I'm not footing the bill. Especially since I wasn't at fault in the situation.
I have always had a certain phobia towards Seattle taxicabs. They always appear to drive erratically and I fear I'll get hit every time I'm stuck next to one.
Now I know that it was a healthy fear.
I feel bad that I'm hurting this guys driving record, but insurance is there for a reason...right?
Please let me hear some feedback...if only for my peace of mind! :)
Thursday, April 17, 2008
YouTube, Work, and Google mistakes
Two days ago, I was busy at work as usual. Okay, maybe not busy per say, but I was working. And had been for a couple of hours and took the liberty of offering myself a break. An internet break. I chose to use this glorious free time by searching a few things on Google. I went to the Google homepage and carefully entered in my search keyword, hopeful for a positive find. Score! Lots of links came up. I read the various descriptions before selecting the one that appeared most promising. It said it was "race for the cure". Perfect. Just what I wanted. Or was it?
Remember, I'm at work!
The link opened in a new tab. Immediately, I knew this was exactly where I didn't want to be. It looked like a YouTube page...but instead of having age-friendly videos it was filled with the exact opposite. Somehow, my Race for the Cure sight had turned into "Racy for the Cure" (not the actual site name). Needless to say, I rushed to close the window down. However, that wouldn't work. In desperation, I hurriedly pushed the power button on my computer tower and anxiously waited for it to power off. All the while hoping none of my co-workers walked into my office.
Talk about a stress-filled 3.5 seconds!
Remember, I'm at work!
The link opened in a new tab. Immediately, I knew this was exactly where I didn't want to be. It looked like a YouTube page...but instead of having age-friendly videos it was filled with the exact opposite. Somehow, my Race for the Cure sight had turned into "Racy for the Cure" (not the actual site name). Needless to say, I rushed to close the window down. However, that wouldn't work. In desperation, I hurriedly pushed the power button on my computer tower and anxiously waited for it to power off. All the while hoping none of my co-workers walked into my office.
Talk about a stress-filled 3.5 seconds!
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