what to do in the event of a tumbleweed attack

October was a pretty great month, replete with some pretty amazing dining experiences, some awesome live music shows, doing some of the fun tourist-y things there are to do here, and getting to know my city better. And all that's before an incredibly fun, albeit short trip home to TX to visit family, friends, pick up my beloved cat, and have a much-too-short affair with top quality Tex-Mex.

On the ride back up to the Pacific Northwest, there was an interesting storm in Utah, wherein tumbleweeds were scattered all over the place, scooting down the highway, rolling alongside the road, hurling themselves over bridges with the force of some mighty gusts that were a-blowin'. It was quite a sight to see, like being caught in a wild west movie, from the perspective of a 16-foot Penske truck. Some were quite large in size, and not a minute after wondering aloud what one would do if their car impacted one of these giant tumbling balls, I had the privilege of finding out exactly that.

So, in answer to the question at hand, you: a) pull over, managing to not swerve off the road due to the gusty winds, rain, and sheer surprise at the enormous floating weed suddenly all tangled up in your grill, b) step out of the vehicle, c) remove the tumbleweed, and d) watch it blow off into the wind. Follow these simple steps, and you will live to tell about it.

murphy can stick it

I feel as though I have been demolished by a semi. Demolished, I tell you! What a graphic word! Close your eyes, and think of the connotation of that word. What do you see? A destroyed Volkswagon, crumpled beyond recognition? A collapsed building, smashed into a million pieces? Now take out the car/building rubble, and insert my lifeless body. This is an accurate portrait of my current physical state. In a metaphorical sense. I am not, in actuality, crumpled or smashed. But I may as well be.

It was a 12-hour day in the clinic that included (but was not limited to):
- patients waiting for an hour to be seen, as I was the only doctor in the clinic (x-rays! exams! adjustments! all me! heeellllllp!)
- the computers crashing at the WORST POSSIBLE MOMENT
- running around the clinic/sweating profusely for a good 3-hour chunk of the day
- a bunch of other insane clinical shit I won't bore you with
- eating almond butter and dark chocolate for dinner due to a level of exhaustion that rendered me unable to make a proper meal
- wanting to fall over
- shamelessly whining all over the internets

I suppose I can't say everything went wrong, since the universe did not implode, my head did not explode (it only came close), and I survived long enough to bitch about it, but.....

hot DAMN!! What an effing day.