My Legs Feel Like Jello

There is a bus that goes right by my house and right to work. When I can't use the truck I take the bike to the bus to work instead. This morning I did just that. I got out a little late from work and was looking at waiting 25 minutes for my bus to leave the mall. So I decided since the weather is beautiful to ride my bike for a bit and go to a bus stop further along the way. I ended up at the Burton and Breton stop and realized I still had a 20 minute wait. So I went a little further. I got to the next major street and then discovered I was almost halfway home. It  seemed silly to me to waste bus fare on a half a ride so I kept going all the way home (4.5 miles total). I haven't biked that far in a while and my legs feel a bit rubbery. Although, I am very happy to say that I beat the bus to the stop I get off on. 

I don't have any major plans for Memorial Day weekend. It is supposed to be nice weather and I am only working tomorrow night. Maybe Sunday or Monday Jans and I will do some grilling. 

In case you are wondering, the picture is off the Dirt Cake I made for my Birthday. Jen is with me in the picture because her birthday was that same week. Happy Birthday to both of us!

I Should Have Just Stayed in Bed

It is snowing quite heavily right now and the lawn, which was snow free due to all the sunny warm 40 degree weather, is becoming white once again. 

On a more positive note, last night Janson and I went out for pizza and a movie. The pizza was from Old Chicago and it was fantastic. Some of the best pizza I've ever had. The movie was Juno which was good, but not as good as the pizza.

Wisdom Teeth Out of Head, Sara tucked in Bed

Well, my wisdom teeth are finally out. I remember the Doctor asking if I'd seen the eclipse finish last night. I was pretty confused about how to answer because I had seen the moon being eclipsed, but didn't watch the whole thing and I didn't know if I should nod yes or no. I've come to the conclusion that I don't like "laughing gas". When the effects first started the desire to rip the nose mask off my face was nearly overwhelming. Apparently everything was easy and we were home by about 9:30am (after an 8am appointment). My face was/is all puffy and numb. In the car, I felt like I had a cotton swap stuck in my throat, but when I check there was nothing there. We got home and mom pointed out I should take my pain pills before I fell asleep so that when I woke up I wouldn't be dying of pain (good idea mom). But things are easier said than done. My whole mouth was numb so I couldn't feel if I was swallowing or not and I also couldn't tell if my lips were opened or closed which resulted in mom quick running for a towel.

Well, typing correctly is hard to do so I guess I will have to say goodbye.

Death I Can Understand, But I'm Not So Sure About Taxes.

I did my federal taxes, those were easy. I tried to do my Michigan state taxes, those are hard.

I just don't understand why it all has to be so complicated and why confusing instructions see to be the norm. I remember last year trying to do state taxes and ending up at one point in tears of frustration. I wish I earned enough that I could pay someone else to do my taxes.

Recently I received training to work at customer service. It is a frustrating position dealing with returns and everyone's complaints. Sometime the problems/excuses are funny and sometimes people are just really bitter, but I try to remain cheerful, or at least helpful, no matter what.

Why It Is Important to Learn to Speak the Language of the Country You Live In

The other day I went to the doctor. Nothing wrong with me, I just needed a physical. Everything went fine, the tests that were supposed to come back negative, came back negative. I got two shots, a vaccine and a TB test and went merrily on my way. As I came up to the payment desk, I was next in line. 

It quickly became apparent that the woman in front of me didn't speak much English. After finally getting it worked out that she owed $20 for her appointment, the nurse at the desk asked her to go to the next window to schedule a good time for an ultrasound. The was a pause. "I go work one o'clock." 

As I paid my bill it was hard not to listen to the conversation at the other window.

"Yes, but the doctor believes you have a blood clot. You need to have an ultrasound today."

"No today. I go work"

"Ma'am this is very serious, you could have a blood clot. You need an ultrasound today."

"I go work one o'clock"

"If this is a blood clot you could die. You need an ultrasound today."

"No today. I go work one o'clock"

As I was walking out of the office, the nurses were scrambling to call an interpreter.

This is why it is important to speak the language of the country you are living in. Whether you are an immigrant in America or an expat in France.