Life

Every time I pull into my driveway, I say to myself, "Who's patrol car is that?" Then I say, "Oh, yeah. It's mine." I still can't believe I've come this far. And yet, life seems to be getting in the way of most everything. I am tired!

Monday was my first day off in two weeks. I managed to accomplish absolutely nothing! I just needed to veg, and that is what I did. Between working the road construction, and being short-handed on our shift, I was exhausted. Nothing exciting has happened, but yet, we've been busy. And to top it off, I haven't been feeling very well. My I.B.S. has been acting up, to the point that one night last week, I was ready to go to the Emergency Room. I went to the doctor, and they started me on a medication regime. The stomach cramps haven't been so bad, but otherwise, no change. I'm sure that is contributing to my run-down feeling. I know it is contributing to sustaining my weight-loss. I am down to 168. From my most-recent high of 209. My all time high was somewhere around 220.

Saturday, we conducted a road-check. With over 30 people working, we managed to lock up 38 people for everything from No Driver's License to D.U.I. Two of them were mine. A Suspended License and a No License. And those were the second and third arrests of the night. I had a Shoplifter earlier. I wrote one ticket for a window-tint violation. The driver just couldn't understand why I was writing him for that. His defense? His windows were rolled down when he came through the road check. Duh?!

My computer is still on the fritz. I guess I'll have to talk to the Major again tomorrow to see where I stand. Like I told him, it's not like I threw it on the ground. It jumped! He said they have ordered new ones, and that if mine isn't fixed before they get here, I'll get a new one. Dare I hold my breath? In the meantime, I've been borrowing from the guys. Tonight I have Aaron's. This is the third week I've borrowed his on his off-days. I've been leaving him reminder notes to leave it for me, and having fun with that. After I borrowed it the first time, I left him a hot-pink postie with a red lipstick kiss on it to thank him. Last week, I left him a note that said, "Aaron, you KNOW what I need." Then thanked him for the use of his "hard-drive." This week, it just said, "Aaron, Don't forget Monday! XOXO, D." Everyone knows better than to think anything is going on, but it makes him blush. And that is fun!

I did finally get my car back. It's still not quite right, so I'm going to have to put it back in the shop.

I worked the road construction again yesterday. Thank God, I had the foresight to leave off my bullet-proof vest, as they made me work for it this time. I spent the hours from 9am until about 1pm standing in the intersection, directing traffic. Today I got paid for what I worked week before last. I enjoyed taking that check to the bank! Paris money!

And now it is time to decide whether to go to Art & Soul next year. If I knew the road-construction money would continue indefinitely, I'd sign up in a heart-beat. But I realize that I need to get some things done around my house, and some credit cards paid off. I REALLY need to replace my front and kitchen doors, and the basement door. They are just not very sturdy. I want to replace two interior doors, too. My air-conditioner is on it's last legs. And I STILL need to have some electrical work done in the basement. I'd also like to build a shed for my lawn-mower. I know I shouldn't go, but I want to very badly. Decisions, decisions. That is the major disadvantage of living alone. I have to make them all by myself, and then, pay for them by myself. *Sigh!*