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crunchy carpet is the best

Registering for The 3 Day today trumped all the crappy things that happened today like the constant headaches that start at the base of my brain and move its way forward and the idea of having to get a CT Scan done tomorrow.

My nerdy dog thinks it’s cute to sneak out of his crate when I forget to zip tie it shut and have his way with my apartment. I’m generally not too pissy about it, because really, it’s my fault. But today, I was irritated. He’d pulled down (yet another) bos of Pasta Roni off the shelf and tore it open. That’s your explanation for when you come to my apartment and the carpet feels crunchy.

Now to finish up with the stuff in the kitchen I’m doing and go to bed, because I’m not sure how else to shake this damn headache.

the 2007 3 day

Yes, I know it’s only October of 2006, but you know what today is? Registration day for the The Breast Cancer 3 Day in 2007. Please think for just a minute or two about signing up for the walk or just to volunteer during the course of the walk. It’s an amazing experience that I guarantee you will never forget.

Here are the dates and locations of next year’s walk:

Boston       August 3-5, 2007
Chicago      August 10-12, 2007
Cleveland    August 17-19, 2007
Twin Cities  August 24-26, 2007
Seattle       September 7-9, 2007
Michigan     September 28-30, 2007
Philadelphia October 5-7, 2007
Atlanta       October 12-14, 2007
Tampa Bay October 19-21, 2007
Dallas        October 26-28, 2007
Arizona      November 2-4, 2007
San Diego  November 9-11, 2007

If you have questions about signing up to walk or volunteer or the fundraising or anything at all, please don’t hesitate to email me. I’ll talk your ear off about it, which you’ve probably realized if you’ve read this site at all over the past year. Honestly, it’s the best thing I’ve ever done and I can promise you’ll feel the same way.

If you’re in the Twin Cities or just want to take a 60-mile walking tour of it in August, join Team Boobylicious. We raised over $25,000 for the 2006 walk, and we’re setting our goal even higher for 2007.

i didn’t even do anything wrong

Right now, my most favorite car in all the land (my Escape) is about $275 away from getting totaled out. All because some asshole wasn’t paying attention when he was driving. You have no idea how sad this makes me.

I was minding my own business, being a perfect law-abiding citizien on my way to be on time (yes, on time) for work and what happens? I get rear-ended by some jerk who was too busy putting his coffee in the cup holder. And what do I get out of the deal? A swollen neck, more time away from doing any physical activity, two extremely bruised and banged up knees, numb forearms and hands when I try to actually work, and now the possibilty of having car payments once again because the payout on my Escape isn’t going to be anywhere close to buying another SUV like my poor, nameless, crashed-up car.

The mechanic that I just talked to hadn’t even noticed that the driver’s side seat was stuck in the recline position, so once he adds that on to the estimate, I can see it taking an extreme turn for the absolute worst (or worse, whatever) and it just fucking infuriates and saddens me all at once.

comparable to what i will never know

When I talked to State Farm Insurance (the insurance company of the ass that slammed into me) several times this past week in an attempt to get a rental car, they assured me I would be put in something comparable to what I was driving. I was driving a Ford Escape.

Yesterday, I find out that they only allow a “Standard” rental car. Enterprise Rent-A-Car, which is where I picked up my car, lists their “standard” cars at a Pontiac G6, Dodge Stratus, or a Pontiac Vibe (which I’m driving now). How on this glorious planet or any of those cars comparable to a small-size SUV?

Three different State Farm Claims Adjusters told me to get something comparable. If it weren’t for Enterprise telling me that the insurance company would only pay for $24.55/day, I would have wound up with an SUV and a very hefty rental bill.

Today when I call the Claims Adjuster that’s associated with my claim, she says, “Oh, I should have probably explained that better.” You think?

com‧pa‧ra‧ble – capable of being compared; having features in common with something else to permit or suggest comparison.

Used in a sentence? A Pontiac Vibe is not comparable to a Ford Escape.

he’s bringing sexy back

According to Justin Timberlake’s MySpace blog (what?!?), he’s coming to my neck of the woods January 27th. Performing alnog with him? Pink. Someone named Wendy is so going.

Justin Timberlake? Pink? If only Clay Aiken were opening for both of them, right?

it still hurts

I went to Chicago this weekend and it was awesome. I hadn’t been to Chicago since either ’92 or ’93, so clearly a lot had changed. I posted a few pictures to Flickr while we were there, but have hundreds to go through from my regular camera(s).

My neck? Horrible. Seriously.

I feel like it’s in a constant state of swelling. My hands are quick to get numb while I’m typing today. It hurts to hold the phone while making work-related calls. So, yeah. It’s going well. I have standing appointments with the chiropractor and my regular physician over the next couple of weeks.

This whole thing makes me extremely furious. It’s slowing me down to the pace of a snail. I can’t go to the gym. I can’t do anything that involves turning my head more than 45 degrees. I can’t do anything that I want without preparing imyself for a great deal of pain. And it’s not even my fault.

Like my chiropractor Dr. Matt (yes, seriously) says, I should feel lucky I walked away from any accident, and I am. Very much so. I just hate that someone felt it important to take his eyes off the road for 20 seconds and consequently slammed into the back of my car going at least 35 mph, which has turned me into a whiny crybaby who just wants to be able to take a shot of insert anything here without wincing in pain. Is that so much to ask?

you’re invited to this.

All of you. It’s The 612 Party.

And so is the rest of the free world.

Seriously. Be there.

Next Friday. Minneapolis. Food & drink provided. Feel free to bring your own, too.

probably the best day of my life

Because according to Google, if you search for ‘when two boners touch‘, I’m #5 in all of the internet-land. My dream has come true.

To celebrate, I think I’ll go to Chicago. Oh wait. I was going to do that anyway. My flight leaves in less than six hours. SCORE.

I had to stop to get a copy of the accident report this morning, so I could get this insurance rental car bullshit all straightened out. Here’s a quote, directly from the report, from the guy that slammed into me: “said he was distracted when he looked down to place his coffee cup into the cup holder. When he looked back up, he was unable to stop to avoid a collision. #2 (that’s me) said her pushed her SUV 10 feet forward into #3.”

This explains why I spent some time this morning on the phone with his insurance company arranging a rental car from the airport when I return, as well as letting them know I had a damaged vertebrae and would be heading in to see a chiropractor this afternoon. Suddenly, they were very accommodating about whatever I needed. I should probably call them back, though, and find out what my limitations are on the rental car. Otherwise, I saw a Hummer there last night that might suit me just fine for a couple of weeks.

The current rental car, a Dodge Stratus, isn’t really cuttin’ it, and isn’t really covered by his insurance right now, so I’m dropping it off at the airport today. Good riddance to that 4 cylinder.

I hope I see Oprah this weekend. Or Michael Jordan. Or even Vince Vaughan.

watch me get really bitchy

Multiple co-workers either emailed or said to me, “hey, what happened yesterday?” or “how was the drive in?”
How did they know something happened? Because they drove my car that was crashed on the side of the road and me standing outside with a polo shirt and no jacket on in 35 degree temperatures. Thanks for stopping to see if I was okay, assholes. You really made my fucking day.
Two summers ago when I crashed, another co-worker was sure to stop and see if I was okay. He even gave me a hug and asked if I wanted him to stay. “No, thank you, kind sir, but thank you for giving me confidence in humanity.”

I’m going to get the police report this afternooon and then I want a nice new rental car, maybe a Hummer or a Porsche. Enterprise has those, right?

the follow-up appointment bonanza

I think I should start a new catagory called: The Tales of Wendy’s Trips to the Doctor.

I now have an appointment with a family doctor on 10/17 and a physical therapist on 11/9, because that’s the soonest they could get me in. I’m feeling slightly uncomfortable about waiting almost a month before starting physical therapy.

I’m also feeling a little pissed at the nurse that called to schedule these appointments. She was offended when I told her I didn’t want an appointment with the original doctor that she’d scheduled me to see. Why would I want to let some doctor make decisions about my SPINAL CORD if I don’t feel comfortable with them? I think that’s pretty much my right as a patient to not get the heebie jeebies when stuck alone in a sterile room with someone.