Random fact #3

I hate gender stereotypes.
I can make a lovely dinner and keep house, but I can also change my oil or a tire. I used to work with a construction company doing roof repair and I loved it.
I go fishing off of the coast with my dad and his 'guy' friends, and I've out-fished (is that a word?) all of them at some point.
If someone believes that a girl can't do a certain thing, I'm the first girl who'll try to.

Not guilty...

So I went to court and sat. And sat and sat and sat and sat. My neck hurt, I sat. I left for a few minutes and fed the meter. It was VERY hot. In the hundreds this week
Long story short, I was so nervous and I was there for hours, but right before lunch, they called my name and I walked forward. I explained how I could/would not have possibly littered. To my great surprise they dismissed it. (Yay!)
I'm thrilled that I don't have to pay a fine for something I didn't do but what a colossal waste of every one's time.

Have you ever been obligated to sit through something you felt was an utter waste of time?

Guilty until proven innocent...

This has become a busy week. Most of the chaos has been for a good variety of typical family events, but today my dear friends, that is NOT the case.
I have court today. I have been dreading this for a month, and it infuriates me that I have to get a babysitter, use my gas, and sit in a courthouse or they come to arrest me.
"Oh, Lindsay! What have you done?"....Well, nothing actually.
Let me go back if I may:

Last month, I came home and found a note on my door instructing me to call a certain law inforcement official. I could not imagine why the police had been at my house, and I was suddenly afraid that perhaps something happened to someone in my family and became a bit frantic and called.
The man that answered explained that nothing was wrong really, but that he had to come to my house to serve me with a supeona to court. He refused to tell me why on the phone.
So, I'm sitting in my home, waiting for the police to serve me papers to come to court. I was a bit anxious, and could not imagine anything I had done that was illegal.
Anyway, the charge was 'Dumping in city limits'. Whoa...HUH?
Let me assure you that I would NEVER dump my trash in the street. The two days that this event supposedly transpired, I was riding horses (remember that post?) and the other one, I was at a birthday party with L.O. in MY car.
We load our trashbags into K's truck and drive them (through the country) less than a mile away to a dump...period.
The police person said that a bill of mine was found in a bag of trash dumped on the side of the road in the city. I assured him that we should instead be looking into who's getting a hold of my mail, but he insisted that I had to have dumped it.
Sorry, I just did not. I know where my trash goes and the only answer I have is perhaps when they hauled of the dump bins into the city dump, they dropped a bag?
I dunno, I can't imagine any other scenario. Nonetheless, I am not dressed, I have to leave my house in thirty minutes to plead not guilty and mention that I have NO record of breaking the law and would they please listen to me and not force me to choose between giving them $200 of my hard earned money or going to jail for something I just did not do. This is so unfair. I will be gone for hours.
Times up, I have to get dressed. Wish me luck, or something.
Have you ever felt you we being persecuted?
Have you ever had to do the time, but committed no crime?

My house is dirty and I have NO energy. I think I'm writing this as a little pep talk to myself. Get up, go clean, do not stop until you are done.
Ok, time to drag the speakers into the living room and put on some music....
I'm going...

No words for us...

I read 'My Sister's Keeper' a few days back. It has a very unexpected ending to say the least, but there was something in those final pages that rang a bell inside of me. I'm not sure why, but I explained it to LO. Our conversation went like this:
Me: You know that in the English language there is a word for children who have lost their parents...
LO: "Orphans?"
Me:"Yes, orphans." "There is also a word for people who have lost their husband or wife.."
LO: "What's that word momma?"
Me: "Widow or widower."
Me: "There is no word for people who have lost their children."
LO: "Is there a word for people who have lost their brother or sister?"
Me: "Nope."
Lo: "But why not?"
Me: "I believe, that there are no words for us, because no one would want to say them."
"They would be the saddest words you could ever say..."