Archive | March, 2005

Idiot Driver Alert

31 Mar

While driving to work this morning, I was confronted with a very annoying jerk face driver. He cut me off multiple times just to slow down and wait for me to try to pass him, when he’d speed up, and he’d cross three lanes of traffic without even signaling. He was a middle aged man with a pony tail and a goat-tee. Blek.

And you know what? He has his website plastered ALL OVER HIS VEHICLE. It baffles me how someone would advertise their business on their car and then drive around like a complete a-hole, cutting people off and blatently being a jerk.

I have a theory that anyone that puts their website on their car is an idiot. That theory was proved today.

And it was confirmed by his stupid website, where the navigation is actually hidden in this flashy ‘menu’ section, but actually prevented me from looking at the contents.

So, if you came across my website while searching for NDC Digital Media, take my advice — stay FAR FAR away from this person, both professionally and on the road.

The Funniest Thing Ever

29 Mar

As I was getting ready for bed on Sunday, I was complaining to JB about how I was having some strange pains from my ski crash the day before.

“When I laugh, it hurts under my shoulder blade,” I said, pointing to exactly where it hurt.

“So, don’t laugh,” JB said, and for some reason, I found this to be the funniest thing ever, and crumpled over onto the bed laughing. Of course, this got him laughing, and then I was laughing because he was laughing, and man, did that really hurt my strange shoulder blade pain.

Luckily, that pain is gone now so I’m free to laugh again.

Left! Left!

29 Mar

On Saturday, we went skiing at Heavenly, where we discovered Mott Canyon the last run of the day.

You see, we needed to leave early so that I could babysit my niece in Reno that night. Right about the time we should have started skiing back to the car, JB came across a gate that led into a double diamond run.

We pretty much have a rule of thumb that if there is a gate with a warning sign to enter a run, we must ski it.

So, even though I knew it could jeopardize our time schedule, I agreed to go check it out with him.

It was definitely the steepest stuff we had found at Heavenly, and I was bummed that we discovered it on our last run of the day. Now we have to go back!!! Half way down the steepest part of the run, we came across a man sitting with his skis off. We inquired if he was injured, and he said that he wasn’t, and that he just couldn’t make it down that hill so he was waiting for ski patrol to come bail him out. We then saw ski patrol at the top of the run, so we left him knowing he was in good hands.

But it must have hurt his ego when to have a woman ski right down that hill without hesitating!

Well, we got to the bottom of the run, and then saw signs for the chairlift pointing through the trees. The sign pointed left. JB went right.

So, there I was, going left on a little trail through the trees, and I’m screaming at JB, “Left! Left! Wrong way!!!” Next thing I know, I hit a huge hole, my ski tips dug in and I went flying face first into the snow. When I landed with a thump, both shoulders cracked, and I sat there trying to determine if I was injured or not.

When I determined that I wasn’t injured, I sat on my butt, and said the first thing that came to my mind, “Holy crap.”

I then heard JB calling me on the walkie talkie asking what happened.

I replied, “I was so concerned about you going the wrong direction that I didn’t see a hole in the snow and I did a face plant that ripped me out of both skis. I’m going to be a few minutes.”

JB was very entertained by all of this. This is what he said he heard, “Left! Left! AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Once again, the things I do for love!

Anyway, we actually made it out of Mott Canyon and back to the parking lot right on time… Next time we go to Heavenly, we’re starting in Mott Canyon so that we can give it the proper attention!

Here’s a snapshot of the rest of the weekend:

  • Babysat my niece Kacey on Saturday night and played with the puppy Rex, who’s ears are as big as my hand. Perhaps they should rename Rex to Dumbo.

  • We skied at Kirkwood on Sunday. Only one chair was open due to the high winds. We managed to keep pretty entertained skiing on Cornice Express, and even ventured into the terrain park for a bit more entertainment. I think I caught about 6 inches of air on a jump! Woo! (for you non-skiers, that’s really unimpressive)
  • Ate taco salad for dinner on Easter Sunday. It just seemed wrong, but tasted very good….
  • I babysat my 6 month old niece, Kacey, again for the entire day on Monday. I got extra brave and ventured to the grocery store with her. Luckily, she was a little angel during our shopping trip, and I was amazed with how much attention she garnered.
  • Worked out the kinks in my upper body (from the crash) by swimming 2000 yards in the pool.

The World’s Longest Hair Appointment

25 Mar

After two and a half hours in the chair at my hair dresser’s, my hair is now fixed. Voila:

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After taking about 20 self portraits of myself, I realized that I really suck at taking my own picture. JB is at band practice tonight, and I wanted to show all of you my new hair… I haven’t mastered the whole self portrait in the mirror thing yet, but that picture at least shows the hair.

I had my stylist weave in brown and blonde, and keep a bit of the red, so now I have tri-toned hair. I think it looks pretty good — much better than before.

And would you believe that the man that has laughed at my hair every day since I dyed it DID NOT EVEN NOTICE THAT I GOT IT FIXED?! I kept standing there smiling at him, and he said, “Why are you smiling at me like that?”

I sat there clenching my teeth into a smile, thinking, BECAUSE I JUST SPENT TWO AND A HALF HOURS GETTING MY HAIR COLOR FIXED! YOU ALSO DIDN’T NOTICE THAT I HAD ALMOST TWO INCHES OF LENGTH CUT OFF BECAUSE THIS WHOLE DYING PROCESS FRIED MY HAIR. AND I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT YOU DIDN’T NOTICE, THAT’S WHY!

He finally caught on. “Oh, you dyed your hair…. Again.”

“I was under the impression I got it fixed.” I replied.

“Oh, you got your hair fixed,” he said.

Men… They can be so oblivious! To think the whole reason I got into this mess was because of his liking for strawberry blonde hair! NEVER AGAIN, HUSBAND OF MINE, NEVER AGAIN!

Sad, Sad Me

23 Mar

Here is a picture of sad, sad me and my orange hair.

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E is for Idaho

23 Mar

Another foreigner called me today. I was spelling out my e-mail address to him, and when I got to the letter ‘e’, he asks, “E, as in Idaho?”

It was really hard to keep a straight face after he said that. I told him, “no, E as in East.”

Of course, when I got to the letter I in my address, I said, “I as in Idaho.”

I haven’t received an e-mail from him yet, so I’m assuming there was a bit of a communication gap.

NEVER DYE YOUR OWN HAIR

22 Mar

I’ve had numerous people tell me over the past few days that you should never dye your own hair.

The woman at the gym that calls me Lindsay went off for like 5 minutes on why you should never dye your hair. I’m sitting there thinking one day I’m going to tell you that my name isn’t Lindsay.

Anyway, I find all of this advice humorous, because I have been dying my own hair since I was 17.

I was always against dying hair when I was younger. I strongly believed that we all look best in the color that God gave us.

My beliefs changed a bit when I started going grey at age 17. Through college, I was able to mask the grey by getting my hair highlighted. And, being on a limited budget, I’d make those highlight jobs last longer by using Sun-In to cover the roots.

In retrospect, the Sun-In was a really bad idea, but oh well.

Once I was about 22 or 23, the grey was so apparent that I had to start doing all-over color. And up until this past weekend, I never got very experimental with it, and had great success.

So I really think the moral of the story is if you’re going to dye your hair, stick with the color that matches your natural hair color. If you want to get experimental, then perhaps you should go professional.

I actually had my hairstylist add some strawberry blond streaks to my hair during a highlight job in the summer, but honestly, you couldn’t see it.

Believe me, you can definitely see the red in my hair now. THERE IS NO MISSING IT! My dental hygenist even commented on it today. I’m assuming that her comment of, “I like the red” was an effort to be polite rather than a true statement of her opinion.

So as Paul Harvey would say, now you have “the rest of the story”. If you aren’t going grey, count your lucky hairs.

And God, if you’re reading this, if I come back in another life, I want to add to my list of requests. I want a kick-ass metabolism AND hair that never goes grey. Oh, and while you’re at it, please give me a better set of gums. (I’m having my third gum surgery next Friday. Blek.) Yours truly, L.

Is That All That You Manage?

22 Mar

Here is a recent phone conversation with someone that had limited English speaking capabilities.

Caller: I’m calling to get my information changed on [website that I don't manage].
Me: I’m sorry, I don’t manage that site. I manage [website that I manage].
Caller: I want to change my information on [another website I don't manage].
Me: I don’t manage that site, either.
Caller: You don’t? Well, I want to change my information on [first website that he mentioned].
Me: I don’t manage that site. I manage [website that I manage].
Caller: Is that all that you manage?
Me: Yes.
Caller: You don’t manage [name of two other websites that I don't manage]?
Me: No.
Caller: Well, I want to change my information on [website that I manage].

That was literally the start of a 45 minute very painful discussion. I should totally get extra compensation for the amount of patience that I demonstrated.

Weekend Summary

21 Mar

This weekend I…

  • Enjoyed a quiet night in on Friday with JB. After a few hectic weekends, this was just what the doctor ordered.
  • Slept in on Saturday… Ah, felt so nice!
  • Made crepes with cinnamon apples for breakfast (thanks to Claire for the Crepe cook book!). I tried to make them all healthy with whole wheat flour, and they really didn’t taste quite as good as the regular white flour. So much for being creative and healthy!
  • Swam 1600 meters at the pool. This was my first time back at the pool since September, and man, am I out of swimming shape! It amazes me how I can be in good running/skiing/weight lifting shape, but be completely sucking wind in the pool. Am planning to ramp up the swimming again once the outdoor pool opens. Perhaps I can find another crazy open water swim to use as motivation…
  • Watched UNR get ‘slaughtered’ (as said by the announcer) at Sparky’s sports bar. Even though my team lost, the taco salad was delish!
  • Enjoyed pad thai with shrip, tofu and peanut sauce, made by JB. The man can make a mean Indian dish!
  • Woke up Sunday morning to SNOW on the ground. I rushed to the computer to check out the snowfall at Kirkwood, and hot diggidy — 30 inches of fresh POW POW in 30 hours!!!
  • Packed up the family truckster and headed to Kirkwood. The snow was awesome, and I swear I’m starting to get the hang of powder skiing! I had a blast, and am totally sore today to prove it!
  • Got trapped behind a snow plow going 8 miles per hour on the way home from Kirkwood.
  • Cooked up a yummy dinner of chicken with mustard sauce served over baby greens and rice pilaf.
  • Enjoyed getting my sore legs rubbed down by the hubby.

Hair Update

21 Mar

Well, putting Dark Ash Blonde dye over the Desert Sunrise (that I call Desert Atomic Bomb) resulted in a slightly less orange, but definitely still red hued look.

I figure I have to just live with this, as I don’t want my hair to fall out. I think I’ve done enough damage. At least I had the foresight to use a semi-permanent dye that will wash out in 28 washes.

27 more to go.

Reaction from the co-workers this morning:

“Your hair is orange.” Of course, when I cringed, she said, “or red.”

And from another girl, “I really liked your blonde hair better.”

One girl said she liked it, and that it brought out the red in my complexion.

Of course, another said that it made me look “splotchy.”

I keep reminding JB that my hair is a testement to my love for him, because I never would have experimented with red if it wasn’t for his keeness for strawberry blonde hair.

I’ll post a photo later. My camera battery is dead right now…

The Things I do For Love

20 Mar

JB has a thing for strawberry blonde hair. It was time to dye my hair again, so I decided that this time I’d try to achieve that strawberry blonde color.

I picked up a package of Herbal Essences Desert Sunrise. The woman’s hair on the package looked absolutely beautiful. I was certain that I, too, would look beautiful with that hair color.

As I started putting the dye on my hair, I shouted out from the bathroom, “I’m doing this because I love you.”

I should have realized that something was wrong when the hair dye looked purple on my gloved hands.

But I went ahead, and once I rinsed and dried my hair, it was an absolutely horrible shade of orange.

ORANGE!

It was more like a desert atomic blast rather than a desert sunrise.

But hey, dying your hair red is the new trend for bloggers, right? (Example 1 and example 2.)

Here is evidence of a hair dye job gone wrong.

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I am currently in the process of dying my hair back to its original color, dark ash blonde. Let’s hope that it works….

Living Together

18 Mar

This is a really catchy song that describes married life pretty well…

Living Together by Amy Dalley

Pay the bills
Cut the grass
Someone forgot the trash
All the talks we’ve had about the toll that we saved
A few anniversaries, fights and apologies
Sometimes what love needs is a good referee

I’m his best friend, I’m his roommate
I’m his partner, I’m his wife
He’s my standard date for dinner
That stays over every night
Being married ain’t the struggle
You could stay that way forever
The hardest part is living together

Stack of plates
Whose turn is it anyway?
That frozen chicken ain’t gonna cook itself
How much did that cost?
Who forgot to walk the dog?
One’s about to freeze to death
One’s about to melt

I’m his best friend, I’m his roommate
I’m his partner, I’m his wife
He’s my standard date for dinner
That stays over every night
Being married ain’t the struggle
You could stay that way forever
The hardest part is living together

It’s beautiful, it’s ugly
It’s passionate, it’s ‘don’t touch me’
It’s being stubborn, it’s giving in
Wakin’ up to do it all again

I’m his best friend, I’m his roommate
I’m his partner, I’m his wife
He’s my standard date for dinner
That stays over every night
Being married ain’t the struggle
You could stay that way forever
The hardest part is living together

My favorite part is “One’s about to freeze to death
One’s about to melt” — that is us every night!

High Death Rate Vehicles

18 Mar

Crap. Perhaps I should be more worried about my own drive home than my hubby’s… BOTH of my vehicles have been rated as the highest risk of driver death.

Article exerpt:

AND WHAT VEHICLES HAVE THE HIGHEST RISK OF DRIVER DEATH? THE CHEVROLET BLAZER 2-DOOR, THE MITSUBISHI MIRAGE, THE PONTIAC FIREBIRD, THE KIA RIO, AND THE KIA SPORTAGE 2-WHEEL DRIVE. ALSO THE CHEVROLET BLAZER 4-DOOR, THE FORD EXPLORER 2-DOOR, THE CHEVROLET CAMARO, THE MAZDA B SERIES, AND THE CHEVROLET TRACKER, FINALLY THE CHEVROLET S-10, THE CHEVROLET CAVALIER 2-DOOR, THE CHEVROLET CAVALIER 4-DOOR, AND THE KIA SPORTAGE 4-WHEEL DRIVE.

I’m Famous, Fifth Installment

18 Mar

I was in the local paper while I was on vacation last week. How about that?! (Look for my quote towards the bottom of the article.)

Women’s Intuition

18 Mar

I’m now inspired to tell all of you why I am so tired today, and why I’m sipping on coffee instead of my normal caffeine free tea.

I have become one huge worry wart. That’s it.

You see, after I left JB’s gig last night around 10:00, on my 50 minute drive home, I had this overwhelming sense of women’s intuition that something bad was going to happen to him on his drive home.

My women’s intuition can be right-on at times. In fact, I had a dream that my sister-in-law was pregnant when she was only 4 weeks along and hadn’t told anyone. My women’s intuition told me that JB was the one.

Granted it has been wrong, but I try to listen to it. So when I got this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach last night as I pictured JB’s drive home at 2:30 am amongst all of the St. Patrick’s Day revelers, I felt like it shouldn’t be ignored.

Even though I thought my hubby might think I was being a freak, I called and left him a message on his cell phone, telling him about this feeling, and urging him to be extra careful on his drive home. I also asked him to leave his cell phone on, because I wanted to be able to get a hold of him if I woke up at 2 am and he wasn’t home.

Now so that you all don’t think I’m a complete freak, one of JB’s former band mates died in a car crash on his way home from a gig. I think I have a right to be concerned… JB worked yesterday from 8-5, then played in the band from about 8pm-2am. He’s then supposed to drive 40 miles home.

This is all such a new experience for me. I have all of my hopes and dreams wrapped up in this man, and it is my biggest fear that something will happen to him. Hence my paranoia.

I slept fitfully last night, waking up on the hour every hour. Finally, at 2 am, I woke up for the last time, and decided to call JB’s cell phone.

It went straight to voicemail, and my imagination started working overtime. I pictured him on the side of the highway…

After about a half hour, I heard his truck door shut, so I went to meet him at the front door.

I enveloped him in a hug, so unbelievably relieved.

Of course, the man thought I was being a freak. Evidently his cell phone battery had died hours before, so he never even got my message.

Thankfully, last night, my women’s intuition was way off. Unfortunately, that means that I couldn’t sleep until my man was safely tucked in beside me, so I’m really dragging today. I guess my consolation can be that he got even less sleep than me, so as tired as I am, he is moreso.

I have never been a worry wart, but now that I have someone in my life that is my everything, I’m sure this won’t be the last of my paranoia getting the best of me.

Ugh. I’m pitiful, aren’t I?

A Rock Star’s View

18 Mar

Last night at JB’s gig, I stood behind the band because that was really one of the only open spaces available. The place was jam packed. Here is a picture taken from my post. It gives you an idea of the crowd last night.

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Here is my favorite shirt of the night. It says ‘Spooning Leads to Forking.’

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Freddy, the harmonica player, tore it up last night.

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Jason King, the lead singer, makes some great faces when he plays. Check out this one that I captured.

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Where Were You 10 Years Ago

17 Mar

St. Patrick’s Day seems to be one of those days where you can remember where you were on that day many years before. This string inspired me to dig into my intellectual archives and remember St. Patrick’s Days of the past….

In kindergarten, while us kids were all out on the playground, a leprechan had come into our room, and left green footprints all over the room. The leprechan had left all of us a piece of Doublemint gum at each of our desks.

In 1995, I was a sophomore in college, living in the dorms. Despite the fact that I was under age, I headed out to my absolute favorite bar, Cowboy’s, with about four of my girlfriends.

Yes, of course we were all under age, but that’s besides the point of the story.

I donned Amber’s green and black polka dot shirt with my black Rockies jeans (this was in my cowgirl phase) and my Ropers (boots for you non-cowfolk), and a big silver belt buckle. I then went out and drank green beer and two-stepped the night away. I have a picture from that night that stands out clearly in my memory — I’m standing with those four girls (we’re all in our cowgirl get ups), wearing a free green hat I got at the bar, and using a George Strait poster as a backdrop.

Man, I miss those days. I miss that bar. I used to go there at least two nights a week and dance the night away. Cowboy dance. You don’t find much of that around here, despite Reno’s Old West reputation.

I specifically remember one St. Patrick’s Day while I was living in Michigan. My friends and I went to a bar that was right around the corner from my house, but the line was so long to get in that we had to wait outside, and let me tell you, it’s friggen cold in Michigan at night in March.

St. Patrick’s Day 2002 I spent dealing with my fresh knee injury from skiing. I ate my corned beef and cabbage while elevating my knee.

You can read about last year’s day here.

As for this year, this is how my day is shaping up… I woke up this morning to JB saying, ‘Honey, it’s time to get up.’ (Which is much better than an alarm clock, let me tell you.)

In my sleep haze, I reached over and pinched his thigh.

“What was that for?!”

“Happy St. Patrick’s Day, honey.” I said. We then got into a debate about whether or not his green eyes mean that he’s always wearing green.

Tonight, I’m headed out to see JB (my rockstar husband) play drums with his band at an Irish bar (OK, it’s the Irish Polish Bar I talked about before) in Victorian Square in Sparks. It also happens to be the City of Sparks’ 100th birthday, so there will be a huge celebration complete with fireworks in Victorian Square.

With that, I’ll sign off. May the luck of the Irish be with you! And if you’re feeling really generous, tell me about your favorite St. Patrick’s Day memories in my comments!

Cook Family Ski Trip Pics

17 Mar

Our family has gone on an annual ski trip pretty much every year since I can remember. This year, we went to Mammoth. Below is the evidence.
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Here’s part of the family… On this day, Jane and JB were back at the condo with the babies, Luke and Kacey.

(left to right: Greg, Jack, Audra, Dad, Mom, Chuck)

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My brother, Chuck and sister-in-law, Audra.

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This is Chair 23 at Mammoth. It has some pretty challenging terrain. Of course, we skied it over and over again. You can tell by looking at the chairlift how steep it is. And of course, we skied down below that chair. I saw a man fall and slide about 50 meters on that hill.

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Another view from the top of Chair 23.

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My brother Chuck being… well, he’s being Chuck.

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Here’s JB.

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One more shot of the love of my life.

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Here I am, after handing JB the camera and saying, “Here, take my picture so that we can pretend I was on this vacation, too.”

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My parents posing at the top of the gondola, which is approximately 11,000 feet.

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The view from our condo at sunset.

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Even the babies got into the partying (this is my nephew, Luke, who is 11 months old).

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This is my nephew, Jack, taking a picture of his mom, Jane.

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Flickr

16 Mar

Well, I finally joined the masses and signed up for a Flickr account. Here is my first photo stream. It has pictures of my friends that were visiting a few weeks back.

Back Among The Living

16 Mar

Well, my absence from posting can be explained by the annual Cook family ski trip. For the second year in a row, we went to Mammoth, where we had a great ski-in/ski-out condo for all 11 of us (8 adults, one 4 year old and 2 babies).

It was Spring skiing at its finest for the first three days… Unending sunshine and warm weather, plus plenty of snow.

My fun, however, ended on Monday morning, when I woke up with the stomach flu.

So while others went out skiing for one last day, I lay in bed and, well, doing that other stuff that comes with the stomach flu. I spent the drive home with a barf bag in the back seat. It just doesn’t seem fair to get sick while on vacation! Especially when I’m so low on vacation days as it is…

Anyway, so far, I seem to be the only one of us to get this bug while on vacation, which is good. Of course, 8 other family members have had the stomach flu within the last month, so really, it’s JB and my niece, Kacey that are left to get it. Let’s hope that they don’t.

Anyway, I’m back among the living, and have a lot of pictures to post, once I get a chance to upload the pics.

Prepare To Be Overcome By Cuteness

10 Mar

Photos of my niece, Kacey and her new puppy, Rex:

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The Black Dogs Have A New Cousin

9 Mar

Introducing the cousin (by human family terms) to our Black Dog Club, Rex:

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Rex is a 12 week old Vizsla puppy that was just adopted by my brother Chuck and his family. We’ll have to wait a while for my pups to meet this little guy, because they seem to like to pick on smaller dogs. I’m going over to meet this little guy after work today. Can’t wait!

My parents are in town, and are spending the day at my brother’s house. Between my 5 month old niece and this 12 week old puppy, they will be overcome by cuteness by the end of the day!

Crack Blowing

8 Mar

When I came home tonight, there was a notice on our front door saying that we’re not allowed to park in the street for the next two days.

The reason?

Evidently, there will be massive ‘Crack Blowing’ in our neighborhood over the next few days. That really makes me laugh. Heh. Crack blowing.

Damn Airplanes

8 Mar

As I was driving my friends home from the airport last week, one of them asked, “So how many tickets have you gotten now that you have this long commute?”

I hate it when people ask me that. I always feel like it’s tempting fate. My answer has always been, “don’t jinx me, but none so far.”

Well, I was jinxed.

Today, on my drive to work, I got caught by an airplane with radar.

A friggen airplane.

Three cops then pulled over four of us drivers, and next thing I know, I have a lovely $92 ticket in my sweaty little hands.

Can I just go home and crawl back into bed? That’s a hell of a way to start off the day.

Edited to add later:

Here is a description of EXACTLY what happened to me today. Definitely recommend speedtrap.org.

On Hwy 395 going through Washoe Valley (directly north of Carson City), it is extremely common on sunny, clear mornings to see the NHP’s aircraft patrol pacing automobiles that are traveling northbound (from Carson City to Reno). The NHP aircraft typically paces these northbound travelers at the south end of the valley, and the ground-based pursuit NHP vehicles generally are congregated underneath the Bellevue Road (Exit 44) overpass. Sometimes there are 4 or more NHP patrol cars under the Bellevue Road bridge, just waiting to pull people over. The vast majority of the time, this trap appears to focus upon northbound traffic, but I have seen them occasionally use it for southbound traffic as well. The speed limit on this stretch of road is 70 mph, but since Hwy 395 going through Washoe Valley is essentially a 9 mile long straightaway, people commonly go over 70 mph.

House Guests

3 Mar

We’ll be having house guests for the next four days, so don’t expect to hear much from me until Monday. We’ll be skiing Friday at Sierra-at-Tahoe, Saturday at Mt. Rose Ski Tahoe, and Sunday at Kirkwood. By Monday, I’ll need to come back to work to recover!

It will be a weekend of snow, wine, good food and friends. What could be better?! I’m proud to be the provider of a Reno-Tahoe adventure for my friends!

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