I should be sleeping... or studying...

Okay so I finally jumped on the bandwagon and got a blog. Now for those of you who don't know me very well I'm the type of person that claims I will never do something and then I end up eating my words later. For example, I claimed I would never get facebook... well I now spend way too much time checking it. I also claimed I would never get a smartphone... I now have a fancy phone that is smarter than I am (its also a PDA which is another thing I claimed I would never have...) and finally I said I would never have a blog... Well here I am at 12:13 am setting up and blog and writting my first post. Why? I don't know probably because I have ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder for you who don't know all the medical abbreviations by heart). So basically the point is I complain and grumble and talk about how dumb it is that we waste our time sitting in front of computer screens all day talking about our lives instead of being out there living our lives, but when it comes down to it I do the same thing...

Now I would like to make a public disclaimer. I am a PA (Physician Assistant) student. Which for those of you who don't know what that is I am like an almost doctor... I get a masters degree and I go to school for three years instead of 4 like med students. If you want a better definition go wikipedia look up PA and I'm sure they will give you a fountain of information. Anyways, because I am constantly submerged in all things medical I tend to see the humor in things that most people consider gross or even inappropriate. Some of the stories I will tell and the things I refer to are Medical humor and are not for those with delicate consitutions. Know that I mean no disrespect but like I said these things are funny to me and this is my blog so either deal with it or don't read it.

Now on to my first story, which is not medically related...

My dear elder brother is getting married. He is almost 29 and is the first one in my family to be getting married. My family is LDS and the average marrying age in the Mormon community is 22, I know most of you think thats kinda crazy but its how we do it. Well in my family there are 5 of us. Ages 28, 26, 24 (me, well almost March 4th is the day), 20, and 13. So based on Mormon standards three of us should be married and my parents should have about 10 grandchildren. Well there are no spouses or children yet and my parents were starting to wonder if we were just rejects of the LDS community. However they now have hope the eldest is getting married. Based on the way my parents act you would have thought he had been elected President. This is the biggest news in the Dillon household for a long time. So naturally my parents want a nice wedding. Well my brother got engaged January 1st 2009 and is getting married March 13th 2009... Okay now you are all thinking that we mormon folk are crazy... I agree 2 months is very fast to plan a wedding.

Well this is where my story really begins. I was driving to Des Monies from Lincoln to help my brother with wedding things because I'm an awesome sister and service is Christ-like and all that. well I'm driving along interstate 80 (which is 70 mph in Iowa) going about 70 mph. When I get pulled over by an unmarked police car. He proceeds to write me up despite the fact that I told him I thought it was 70 (actual speed limit was 55) and that I had never driven on that road before (both of which were true). Well I'm upset about this but its been awhile since I have gotten a speeding ticket so it was alright. Well less than a week later I got stopped again for running a stop sign. Now let me set up the scene of the crime...

It was late about 1 am and I was driving back from my friends house. She lives about a mile away. It was also like the artic outside I would guess wind chill was about -10 at least. So I get in my car and all I want to do is get home as fast as I can and get in my nice bed with my down comforter. I blame what happened next on the winters here and the fact that I think my brain had some frostbite that night. I came to an intersection slowed down (referred to as a rolling stop) looked both ways and proceeded to go. I'm driving along and I pull into my apartment complex... I can see my apartment and I am dreaming of my bed when I see lights flashing in my rear view mirrior. I stop and he comes up to my window (which almost didn't roll down, thats how cold it was) and tells me to turn off my car. Then he proceeds to go back to his nice warm cop car and leaves me with my window down in my cold car with no heater in the arctic of -10. Well he finally comes back and hands me my ticket. I take it and finally make it home to my bed. Now the really interesting part of this story was that the sunday before these tickets the topic was trials. As the speakers were speaking I thought to myself, " I really have never had a big trial..." Just as a word of advice never even think that you don't have trials cause the Lord doesn't want anyone to feel left out and he will give them to you...

So the moral of my slightly pathetic, really long story. What I learned from these experiences...

1. Never think you don't have trials...
2. Find ways to do service without driving your car (such as sending online flowers, almost as nice as real flowers and lots cheaper)
3. The person who said that women never get tickets was lying
4. Cops were the kids that were picked on in elementary school
5. Ride your bike when going short distances (its good for the environment, your health, and your driving record)
6. Don't live in Nebraska its far to cold for normal brain function