Here are some hollowed out bears.
All weekend I've been waging war against the migraine that keeps rearing its ugly head in my head and trying to mess with me. I have no idea why I've been getting them once a week this month. It could be the weather that goes from highs in the eighties to a high of sixty overnight. I don't know. Some people say it's my body telling me I need to rest. Normally, I try to listen to my body when it talks to me, unless it's the voices in my head - those I ignore and that's why my co-workers are still alive today.
The big problem comes, when I can't stay home and rest. On Saturday I was all zoned out on migraine meds and cranky from the pain. The girls and I were going to go to lunch after Coadster's cross country meet. I made the mistake of driving through University Heights where the cops have nothing better to do than stop and ticket cars going 26 mph in a 25 zone. I'm always careful to go the speed limit there, which is why I was surprised when a cop was flashing his lights at me. I pulled over and asked the girls what they thought was wrong. Coadster sitting in the back, said, "Maybe it's because Stinky forgot to put her seatbelt on." Shit. I didn't even think to check. We all always have them on, less because I'm worried about accidents, and more because of the fine.
The cop was kind of a dick and kept asking Stinky for her driver's license even after we told him she was thirteen years old. He couldn't believe that she didn't have an ID on her. Duh. We got hit with an $83 fine. Which wouldn't bother me as much if it went for something good, but I'm sure it's to support more cops with attitudes or maybe it goes to a coffee and donut fund. As you can tell from my tone here, I wasn't very good at handling the situation. I felt like crap and I was so annoyed and I even made a crack about University Heights cops before I left. Apparently, I'm a genius when I have a migraine. Stinky cried and said she was sorry, but I think I'm going to make her pay at least half the fine anyway. I know she spaced it off, just like I spaced off checking, but I think she'll remember better if it hits her where it hurts. I guess I'm just kind of "tough love" that way.
When I got home and checked my e-mails, I had at least 15 Myspace comments and messages. I guess some hacker got my log-in info and was spamming all my friend's comments with a lovely video. My favorite exchange about this was from my friend Ondine. Here's her message:
Did you really mean to send me a youtube video of a woman with ginormous breasts?
Well, I've been meaning to for a while and never got to it. Luckily some nasty fucking hacker did it for me. Enjoy! And please feel free to delete that.
Needless to say, I stayed home Saturday night where everything was cozy and nice and I didn't have to deal with The Man even one little bit.