miss behavin'

I got in trouble yesterday.

Third speeding ticket in one month's time.
One of them knocked it down though
to a seat belt violation.
Down to two moving.

This latest one was a killer though. For some reason,
my current state of residence has an arcane speed limit
of
55
mph
on
the
INTERSTATES
in this metropolitan area.


I was caught driving on said interstate at a rate of 92 miles per hour.

92 in a 55.


There will be a court date, and if I'm lucky, a full 8 hours of traffic school with a reasonable fine.

*sigh*


I'm finally broken. I was in a rage about being yoked, pulling away from the state trooper and trying to drive 70 mph and feeling like I was suffocating. But what can I do?


*sigh*


ain't misbehavin'
i'm savin' . . .

change

I've not edited this site in months. I want to change the name, change the idea, but it's toujours appropriate. So many things have changed again. I'm not coping well. Lots of stress is nothing new, but I'm coping differently.

Sorting it all out. Trying to find balance.

Conflagration

The only way to cook up a proper Wisconsin freshwater fish fry. I think they used gasoline.

My pilot

I don't remember his name, but my pilot's ol' man promised me my first Piper Cub flight over early morning pancakes and sausages. We flew out to the lake and back, maybe 30 minutes.

Hanger at the New Holstein Airport

Waiting for Amity to use the bathroom. We only rough it so much.

My city, by day and night

Early

Evening in New Holstein

Winter again

And time to return. AK is gently prodding (and highly inspirational) with her gorgeous boda-blog :) Off to Picasa to upload some pix.

a divine rack