Monthly Archives: March 2013
There I am on my Monday morning, up and at ’em. Went to bootcamp at 6AM, went back home and showered and ate breakfast and was on my way to get to work on time and everything. How many times can you say that on a Monday morning…well for me, just about never. So since things were going so well, obviously something had to go seriously wrong.
So there I am driving down my street. About a mile from my apartment there is an Agway and they recently put up their new spring advertisement which is HILARIOUS. Seriously, I crack up every single time I drive by. See pic to the side. I was stuck at the red light so naturally I pulled out my phone and snapped a few quick pictures. The light turns green and I go. I make it about 3 feet past the intersection and whoop-whoop, there’s the state trooper right behind me. Greeeaaaattttt!
So I pull over and grab my license and registration, both of which I actually knew exactly where they were, which was a miracle in itself. He comes up to my car and nicely tells me that he had pulled me over for using my phone while driving. (To be fair, while many times I actually do use my phone while I’m driving, in this instance I literally was at at red light and was at a complete stop and only taking a picture. I wouldn’t go as far as to say I was “using my phone while driving”. But hey, I’m not about to fight with the guy). He asks me if I was using my phone to use the GPS. For a split second the thought crossed my mind to lie and say yes, but I wasn’t, so I said no. Anyways, the next questions probably would have been ‘where are you coming from/where are you going?’ To which the answers were ‘home and work (less than 6 miles away)’, and I really didn’t feel like looking like that asshole so I just sold the truth.
So I give him my license and registration and he looks at my licenses and reads off the address,
“Is this where you currently reside, ma’am?”
“Umm no, I actually live just right down the street at the address on my registration,” I reply.
“When did you move there?”
-slight hesitation- “September of 2011”. (yes, 18 months ago).
“Ma’am are you aware that when you move you have 48 hours to notify that DMV of your change of address?”
I was not aware of this. And with that, he went back to the patrol car. I sat in my car waiting, all the while (quietly) jamming out to some Taylor Swift, basically just waiting to get my new tickets. Just add ’em to the pile, was my thought process at this point. I just got MAILED a ticket from Illinois from when I drove through in January. I never even got stopped in IL, they just take pictures of people and send out freaking tickets! (bs, right??). Anyways, the trooper comes back over to me, hands me my stuff and says in the most fatherly voice I’ve ever heard,
“Now I know you love your phone, and you need to stay in touch, but it’s just not worth it. You have a new car, so just go out and grab a blue tooth or hook up your phone through your car or something, and texts…well it’s just not worth it. When you’re driving, just put your phone in the glove box and forget about it. It’s just not worth it. They’re really hot on this issue right now, and well, I just wouldn’t want to see you get in any trouble. Now the ticket for the phone is $149, and the inaccurate license information is $117, but I’m just going to give you a verbal warning”.
Ummm are you kidding me? I don’t know if he felt bad for or what, but I’ll take it! I was pretty much sure that all my waitressing money from this week was going right back to the Department of Motor Vehicles, but somehow by the grace of God I was cut a break for once. What a SUPER TROOPER!
I’m a runner. By this, what I DO mean is that I have been mostly-consistently running since I was in 5th grade. By this, what I DON’T mean is that I’m an elite, or even a really “good” runner. I run the Manchester Thanksgiving Day Road Race on Thanksgiving Day every year and then basically stuff my running shoes into the back of my closet until March. If you read my blog at all you’d know by now that I HATE winter and HATE the cold. Running and winter are two words that do not go hand in hand. Not in my book anyway! All winter I hole up in my apartment, do puzzles and get fat and then come spring I absolutely dread the thought running, until I get a few runs in and once again achieve that runner’s high. Its takes me about 2 -3 runs, and then out of nowhere I’m border line obessed. I think about it before I go to bed and can’t wait for the morning to lace up my shoes and put in some miles.
Anyway, this past Saturday I ran my first race of the season (“season” is used loosely here, because while most runners will run year round, I consider “racing season” any time of the year when it’s warm enough to be outside and not see your breath. If you can see your breath, its not only not racing season, but you also have no business being out on the streets running!) and it really pumped me up! I went to bed on Saturday night thinking OK, I’m gonna go out for an easy run tomorrow since it’s supposed to be nice. And that it was – low 40’s, not a cloud in the sky…dream day for running! I went out for a quick 4 mile run…9 miles later I happily popped back into my apartment. What happened?
OMG, it was sooooooo nice out, and where I live out in the country there’s a lot to see (and by a lot to see, I mean there’s tons of livestock – see inset pic of my favorite part of country running – the cows). Normally I don’t run with music, but since I just got a new phone I decided to bring it with me so I could use my mapmyrun app and tried out listening to a new running playlist I created. I don’t know if it was the fresh air, getting back in shape, or the music, but my legs just took me and before I knew it I was dancing around town. Now I say “dancing around town”, becuase my playlist was so awesome that I was literally singing (and semi-dancing) along with all my songs. OK, as any runner would know, its much easier to run with a partner…and why is that? because talking makes the time go by quicker! So why not talk, or in my case sing (loudly, and with hand gestures) to yourself!? It’s kind of like that episode of Friends where Phoebe runs “like a kid” through Central Park, except this is real life and I actually do that. Go ahead and judge me, or laugh thinking about. I’m sure I look like the village idiot doing it, but I could care less! It just makes it more fun and something to look forward to, rather than something you “have to do”.
If you’re wondering what on earth could have given me so much pep (besides my everyday bubbly personality), I’ll share my playlist…you may be surprised by the variety, but it really works…throw that puppy on shuffle and you never know what’s around the next corner (pun intented).
- Lady Gaga – Love Game
- Jeremih – Birthday Sex
- Biz Markie – Just a Friend
- Everclear – Father of Mine
- Everlast – What it’s like
- Flobots – Handlebars
- Iyaz – Replay
- Jurassic 5 & Nelly Furtado – Thin Link
- Lady Gaga – Love Game
- Myley Cyrus – Party in the USA
- Soulja Boy – Crank That (Soulja Boy)
- Taylor Swift – Our Song
- 3OH3! – Don’t Trust Me
- Lady Gaga – Beatiful, Dirty, Rich
- Three 6 Mafia – Lolli Lolli
It was really an awesome run, and awesome day, and I really can’t wait to do it up again!! 🙂
In this day and age cell phones have become almost part of a person’s body. I can say I’m guilty of this in many ways. I almost always have my phone on my body, whether its connected to my hand or ear or in my back pocket. On a rare occasion I will leave it in my purse, but even then its on. Unless it is out of battery it’s on. How horribly sad is that? Why is it that I, like most other people I know, feel that I’m so important that I need to be accessible 24 hours a day, 7 days a week regardless as to if I’m at work, out for a run, sleeping, or the worst of them all – at a social engagement with other people. Though I will admit that sometimes I think it’s necessary, for instance if you are waiting for people to meet up with you and you’re expecting a call or text for directions, but 9 times out of 1o this is not the case. It’s sooo important to know when to put the phone down, but I can guarantee that you all know “that guy” that just can’t catch the clue.
Personally, one of my biggest pet peeves in the world (seriously – I think it is so incredibly rude that it actually makes me want to rip my hair out) is when you’re hanging out with someone, especially when you’re one-on-one, and they can’t seem to take their phone out of their hand. Why do you keep checking your phone? Are you waiting to hear if you got approved for the heart transplant or if your doctoral dissertation got approved? Probably not. For example, you meet a friend out for dinner and they put their phone on the table at the restaurant. Are you waiting for a call? Are you trying to talk to someone? Last time I checked you made plans with me, so if you really find it necessary to check Facebook, Instagram, Four Square, Twitter, your text messages, or whatever the hell else you are doing on your phone, please just let me know. I’d rather actually eat alone, than basically eat alone anyways waiting for you to look up from your phone and, you know, engage in actual conversation with the actual person who is sitting across the table from you.
Psychologists who conducted the experiments at Essex University believe mobile phones automatically trigger thoughts about wider social networks, reducing the level of empathy and understanding in face-to-face conversations. I can 100% agree with this. Based upon my own personal experiences, even just seeing that phone out of the table triggers an immediate feeling of annoyance and makes me feel like the person across the table from you thinks you’re “ok”, but not great enough to give you their full attention. It honestly has affected some of my relationships and as a result I choose not to hang out with those people unless I can mentally prepare myself for their blatant rudeness. Just some food for thought. I’m sure I’m not the only person who feels this way, so next time you’re out with a friend or two keep in mind who you’d really like to hang out with – your friend or your phone – the choice is yours.