Strawberries in Dockers

bedbugsbiting: landbeforethyme: im not crying its raining Oh...

Thu, 08 Nov 2012 19:44:36 -0500

bedbugsbiting:

landbeforethyme:

im not crying its raining

Oh god.

Oh my goddddd it’s just raining on my face.

tylercoates: This is fucking hysterical. That is all.

Thu, 08 Nov 2012 19:41:12 -0500

tylercoates:

This is fucking hysterical. That is all.

mattfisher: My Sister Paid Progressive Insurance to Defend Her...

Mon, 13 Aug 2012 18:45:16 -0400

mattfisher:

My Sister Paid Progressive Insurance to Defend Her Killer In Court

I’ve been sending out some impertinent tweets about Progressive Insurance lately, but I haven’t explained how they pissed me off. So I will do that here as succinctly as possible. There’s a general understanding that says, “insurance companies— oh they’re awful,” but since Progressive turned their shit hose on my late sister and my parents, I’ve learned some things that really surprised me.

I’ll try to cleave to the facts. On June 19, 2010, my sister was driving in Baltimore when her car was struck by another car and she was killed. The other driver had run a red light and hit my sister as she crossed the intersection on the green light.

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Just curious...

Fri, 01 Jun 2012 17:13:04 -0400

tomyhusband:

How much would it cost to have Christopher Walken officiate our wedding?

laurenashleybishop: huffpo i think could have chosen your words...

Thu, 17 May 2012 23:54:42 -0400

laurenashleybishop:

huffpo i think could have chosen your words a LITTLE more carefully

tylercoates: THE BEST MOVIE IS ON NETFLIX.

Tue, 24 Apr 2012 00:30:09 -0400

tylercoates:

THE BEST MOVIE IS ON NETFLIX.

biorhythmist: Taken with instagram

Sun, 08 Apr 2012 18:04:03 -0400

biorhythmist:

Taken with instagram

GIRLS ARE PRETTY: Cave Tour Day!

Thu, 29 Mar 2012 10:08:21 -0400

GIRLS ARE PRETTY: Cave Tour Day!:

girlsareprettyforever:

You give tours of caves. Today you lost two kids.

Tell the parents, “They ran away.”

The parents will say they don’t believe you. Show them the note you forged. It should read:

“We ran away. Goodbye you guys. Love, The Kids.”

The parents will be convinced and they’ll send out a search party to…

I feel like this is something that could really happen to me.

Photo

Mon, 06 Feb 2012 13:38:28 -0500

megawhitething: The Igloo Village in Kakslauttanen, Finland

Mon, 06 Feb 2012 13:38:20 -0500

megawhitething:

The Igloo Village in Kakslauttanen, Finland

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Fri, 30 Dec 2011 15:22:36 -0500

New car Wednesday.

Mon, 19 Dec 2011 19:00:57 -0500

New car Wednesday.

New Day

Tue, 06 Dec 2011 18:23:05 -0500

Blah. I have to get a new car. Does anyone feel strongly about a particular vehicle?

1/3 of the way finished with Sarena’s scarf!

Sat, 26 Nov 2011 12:49:52 -0500

1/3 of the way finished with Sarena’s scarf!

Pleasures

Thu, 24 Nov 2011 01:33:10 -0500

Emma Lendt just had the most satisfying shower of her life.

The shower head seemed to be standard and nothing fancy. Going to knit and read for awhile, I’ll investigate in the morning. Euphoric.

The Best Time I Got an MRI

Wed, 02 Nov 2011 15:45:50 -0400

For my birthday I decided I wanted to go white water kayaking. What I did not want for my birthday was a dislocated shoulder and a second blind spot in my eye.

A few years ago I earned the first blind spot, as I adoringly call them, after being exceptionally stressed for an extended period of time. While looking at cloudless sky, I suddenly saw stars which then congregated and became My First Blind Spot. It’s been with me ever since, through thick and through thin.

This second spot I received as a result of kayaking on Tuesday. My dog hates to swim, so in an effort to help him cross the (freezing cold!) river I had him sit on the deck of my kayak. We made it swimmingly- pardon the foreshadowing pun- over the first little rapid and I was feeling very good; graceful, balanced and capable. Into the second rapid we plunged and when my dog overcompensated as we slid over a rock, we flipped. Aware that my dog was underneath me and the kayak, I was making an effort to stay out of his way so he would be able to safely make it back to shore. The kayak was on top of me for about a minute, while I struggled to right myself in the water. The water was shallow, and my right arm was making an effort to hand roll us upright but my left arm wasn’t moving. I heard a snap resonate through the water, was aware of feeling (pain) returning to my left arm, and was again able to move both my upper limbs.

After wet exiting my kayak, I hauled it up the hill toward safety and somewhere I would hopefully never have to use my arm again, while my friend completed the short stretch of creek we were going to do. I waited in pain for him to rescue me and my gear with his Jeep and popped some Ibuprofen, dreading the few weeks I wouldn’t be able to boat until my shoulder healed.

The following morning I woke up and made my way outside with the dogs, aware that I had a spot in my eye that was similar to the kind you get when you look directly into a bright light. This spot occurred to me as being odd when I realized it was overcast and no lights were on in the house, even if I had wanted to look directly into one.

I called an ophthalmologist and explained the situation: not emergent but definitely of concern. I obtained an appointment for the following Monday.

I explained the correlation I’d found between extreme stress and these technicolor blind spots and after an OCT, pupil dilation, macular examination and a few other tests, I was given no definitive answer and a concerned and urgent suggestion to have an MRI to rule out any optic neuritis. I told him, in the name of science!, that yes, I would love to get an MRI, but there was one catch: today was the last day my health insurance was in effect as I’d recently (last week) changed jobs.

After a wonderfully helpful secretary pulled some strings at local hospitals, I was on my way for my first MRI.

Being that my eyes were still dilated I couldn’t read a thing, but managed to find my way to the emergency department of the hospital where only a small amount of pleading and explaining landed me someone who knew where I needed to go to have myself irradiated.

Everyone I encountered was so nice, a lady even helped me fill out paperwork!, and the MRI itself was only mildly scary: some of the noises that went on in that machine seem like they have the ability to illicit a Vietnam-type flashback. A half an hour passed (not so comfortably) when, at 2/3 the way through the test, the technicians paused to give me the contrast dye IV. I haven’t had issues with contrast dye in the past (I’d had a CT after being bitten by a dog a few years prior), so I wasn’t particularly nervous about this. Also, to be honest, the presentation of the test by my ophthalmologist and the onset of the test had been in such quick succession that I didn’t have time to become appropriately unnerved.

10 more minutes passed and I felt fine, until I suddenly felt very heavy. I opened my eyes in an attempt to gain some perspective and was surprised to see that I was still lying straight, instead of being pulled strongly and unevenly to the right as I felt I had been. This feeling stayed with me until the end of the test (only five more minutes), and I was grateful to be done.

I don’t have any results yet. I’ll hopefully be cleared of any concussions and swollen dendrites on Tuesday during my follow-up appointment, which had better be inexpensive due to my novel insurance situation. Now all I’m left with are memories, a mild sore throat and some gastrointestinal upset, compliments of the MRI contrast dye. Whatever happens at least I’ve got two friends in my left eye.

iliketulips: bbook: ifc: pawneegoddess: LOOSE SEAL! oh my...

Tue, 01 Nov 2011 15:25:16 -0400

iliketulips:

bbook:

ifc:

pawneegoddess:

LOOSE SEAL!

oh my god. these parents are the best.

The bar has been set for my future child.

Genius.

There are good people in the world.

laurenashleybishop: i think priceline has been day drinking

Tue, 01 Nov 2011 15:23:48 -0400

laurenashleybishop:

i think priceline has been day drinking

slashleen: This man.

Mon, 17 Oct 2011 17:32:54 -0400

slashleen:

This man.

A conclusion to a very strange day. (or, Rabbits and Eagles and Rivers, oh my!)

Sat, 08 Oct 2011 21:23:17 -0400

I had a wonderful post written about my day, involving eagles and lost rabbits and kayaking and dogs sitting on kayaks for 4 miles because they don’t like to swim (Shiver.)

and then I logged out of Tumblr instead of posting the type. WOOPS.

Definitely not writing it again, though. enjoy.