Category: Christy’s Concepts

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Quid pro quo

Posted on by Christy Petty

As of today I am on probation, for 6 months,180 days. I must commit no offenses agaist the laws of the State of Texas or any state including traffic offenses. They tell me actually no traffic offenses, but I am not planning on committing any others, either.

I was accused of failing to yield to a vehicle entering or leaving highway. Accused. By a police officer, who happened to be the vehicle leaving the highway. He is, was and always will be WRONG.

I did yield.  To the vehicle in front of him (another police man) AND to the policeman, who claimed I did not , who was driving very fast (probably to proverbial doughnut shop) behind the first police vehicle, AND to the construction cones that ate up my lane. AND again, to the same policeman as he waved me into his lane ahead of him. Stupid move, on my part, to beleive he was being courteous. The policeman informed me he had it on tape that I was in the postion in front of him, though it was straddeling my ended lane and his traveling lane, so if I contested then he could show what happened. But not his waving me in.

Here are/were my choices for the ‘pleaing of this accusation:

  • Guilty– pay it and it go on driving record-cost Court cost $97 and ticket fee $32, and what ever premium hike insurance comes up with.
  • No Contest/Guilty pay it and pay to go to driving school and it not go on record.–cost $97 and ticket fee $32, $10 driving record from DPS and $25 online driving class.
  • Not Guilty and go to judge or jury trial- my choice. –$200 bond, refundable IF win, and a court fee(which could be $1-higher depending on ? ) IF loose then pay ticket and it goes on record.

Today I received the other option choice, from the city attorney,( who ‘they’ suggest I speak to, though he is not ‘for’ me but for the State of Texas, prosecutor of me).  Probation, pay the  $32 and $97 and be ‘good’ for 6 months. The prosecutor emphasized that it would basically be my word against the policeman who does have a tape of the alleged ‘crime’.  He explained the policeman states  I was beyond the yeild line, so that would go against me.  I agree that I was beyond the line, at the time #2 policeman came, waiting at the cones for him to pass on by. MMMmmm.

So my choice.

What I have to consider:

  • I don’t like to pay anyone any money, for something I, me, myself, don’t get. I am not a good donator. 
  • I don’t like to be accused of something I did not do. And I very much like to point out that.  I don’t like being caught at actually doing wrong either, but I do take responsibility of it.
  • I don’t want to pay extra on insurance, insurance is a pet peeve of mine also.
  • I want to pay the least amount possible to get out of this mess.
  • I don’t like to gamble, it depends too much on the ‘dealer’ and my being able to play my cards right, and ‘they’ not having one up their sleeve.

I chose to take the six months. It is the least amount of money, of all the amounts due. Yes, if I won on trial, which I may have, it would have been  basically nothing, BUT, if I lost, it would cost me more out of pocket and my insurance would go up, double whammy.  No, I don’t get the satisfaction of proving myself innocent, and rubbing the punk kid cop’s face in his wrongness. (Maybe I need to work on this need for vindication)

There is another plus with the 6 months probation, I will be paying attention to my driving all the more.  I will not be fudging on the speed. I will not be talking on the phone in town, and then realize I am driving through a school zone. In checking my p’s and q’s ,just for a day, I realized I have become a slacker driver.. There have been a lot of deadly wrecks here recently. I need to be paying attention. So now I will be.

I think about not ‘doing’ wheat, being a choice. One no one really likes to make. None of us ‘deserves’ being gluten intolerant, we did nothing wrong. Sometimes we resist and won’t accept the fact that there is no way out, other than removing the wheat, and we will try everything else. Pills, masking/treating symptoms, surgery, denial. We will pay with money and pain and misery, instead of just retraining ourselves. Putting ourselves on probation, removing the wheat, and getting better.  Once you make the choice to remove wheat, you find it really did not cost you anything, compared to all you saved, yourself included.

Do the right thing. Go on probation from wheat, for 6 months. Know that if you mess up you will cost you more physically, mentally and monetarily.   Pay attention to the wheat and you will pay attention to everything you put in your body. On 4/12/2013 you will find that you feel better, look better, and think better. You will be better for it.

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Day 15 – A picture of something you want to do before you die.

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Before I die, I want to fit myself into my old twirling uniform(s) AND they fit! I want to have the confidence to walk in public in a two peice swimsuit again What I want to do is get the outside me to match the inside me. To have that skinny girl that is trapped inside this fat chic quit screaming for cookies and just come on out and be skinny.

I can remember ‘feeling’ fat back when I wore my skin tight twirling uniforms, and size 4, two peice suits. Why? I had no belly hang, no flabby arms, my legs did not have ‘middle parts’. But I had curves and my ribs did not poke out like my friends shaped like boys, so to me I saw fat.  Oh oh oh how I want to be that fat again.

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Moderately Aged

Posted on by Christy Petty

I have struggled with weight, overage of, for years. Blamed it on many things, pregnancy, undiagnosed thyroid, pituitary tumor, hormone treatment, never on me eating way more of the wrong things and not exercising enough. I still think my metabolism is that of a sloth, but I finally got it in my head that with diligence, exercise, controlling my eating and putting my extra poundage in Gods hands (YES God can even help me lose weight). This realization came when I saw a number on a scale in a MD office that I just could not tolerate. Won’t tell what it was, yet.

I researched some ‘diets’ or better said, nutrition changes I needed. About a year ago I adopted a low carb, no sugar way first. This was a good move. I also started walking about 1.5-2 miles a day– I toned and lost some- Looked good on my Zambia/France trip, not near the weight I wanted to be, but better. Then winter weather, holidays and sickness hit, and I gained some back :(.

Around March I bought a scale, my 49th was coming soon. A young lady ,Micah, with our church, nutritionist and exerciseist started a workout program at the church, as a her love offering. I started going in late April. Paying attention to carbs is not helping much though. A fellow blogger flamidwyfe. was posting her journey with Dukan Diet- She impressed me, I bought the book.  Pulled all carbs and all sugars out of diet May 7.  I have lost 18 lbs since that day. 24 since the no tolerance day, over a year ago. Gained about 10 in between.  I have about 25 to 30 to go.

The last few lbs with the excellent MWF work out with Micah and walking all the other days is getting me some compliments.  Yes proud, but …. I know me, I was trying very hard to not like it too much and reward myself with slacking.  I have a lot to go!!! I know I know I know, it is how you look and feel NOT the number. I know what I look like under the clothes, they don’t.

Well, yesterday I was at work out- 8:30, this seemed to be a butt day. Micah rotates the focus so just as you get able to move she attacks another part of the body. Butt and leg really work better for me, I hate arms, so this was a good day.  30 minutes into work out, we are doing steps on curbs, either running or stepping. I step, low impact works best with my knees. I am feeling good, 2 of the girls noticed my weight loss and mentioned it. Step , step , step step, step-POP- something in my calf is SCREAMING at me. The first thing that flashed through my head was the ‘internal sound’ was like a rubber band pop. I knew it was not a cramp, but I thought maybe I could walk it– Nope. Anyway, ended up having to stop for the day and hobbled off to my car.

Timing was good actually, Evan had an appointment, so I was needing to meet him anyway.  As I drove I found the hurt was pretty intense, holding the brake caused my whole leg to shake, not good.  I called my ortho. Got an appointment for today.

Here is result of that visit 

The diagnosis is a small tear of the gastrocnemius(calf muscle) not complete and not the Achilles. It will heal up good in about 6 weeks. The doc says it is a common injury, I think he was being polite to not mention whom it is common with.  This is taken from article at footeducation.com : Calf (Gastrocnemius) muscle tears typically occur in moderately active individuals in their 30s, 40s, and 50s while performing actions that put maximal tension on the gastrocnemius muscle. “Weekend warriors”, who have often lost flexibility in their muscles are at greater risk for partial or complete muscle rupture.  as well as this Calf (Gastrocnemius) muscle tears commonly occur in middle-aged recreational athletes while performing actions that require sudden changes in direction.    So conclusion, this wanna be old lady did something a lot of middle-aged moderately active individuals do.   REALLY? I thought I was doing more than moderate.

So, now? I think I go to Pilates, I HAVE to do something. Moderate Pilates.

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Day 13 – A picture of your favorite band or artist.

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Not a picture of my favorite band but a link to them playing. The Leaky Faucets, from Dripping Springs.  It is/was my oldest brothe Mikes band, for years- they just broke up 😦  Leaky Faucet Video

My favorite artist: my brother Kirk.

I like other artist, other bands- but can not call them my Fav’s with brothers like these.

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Day 12 – A picture (S) of something you love

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Somthing I love. Family. Every combination. Brothers. Sisters. Cousins. Aunts Uncles. Moms. Dads. Grandparents. Lost and Found. Inlaws- Outlaws. I love them everyone. I treasure my family.

Family. God gave me everyone of them, to love!

Psalm 100:55 For the Lord is good and his love endures forever;  his faithfulness continues through all generations.

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Day 11 – A picture of something you hate

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 This is Midland Memorial Hospital, I hate this place. Not just because it is a hospital. I don’t hate Dallas Childrens Hospital. I don’t hate Medical City Dallas. I don’t hate Cook’s in Fort Worth.I don’t hate Odessa Regional Medical Center.  I don’t hate UMC or Covenant Hospital’s in Lubbock.  All of these hospitals I have experienced. Only Midland Memorial have we received inadequate even harmful treatment, EVERY TIME!
Different doctors, different nurses, different maladies, different patients, but not different results, with Midland Memorial. We have sat in the emergency room with a broken arm, a broken ankle, a choking child, a broken wrist, a ‘broken’ back/vertebrae, shoulder broken off of clavicle, broken elbow, elbows out of joint, pneumonia from asphyxiation, blood clots.  All mismanaged, or misdiagnosed, or made worse from treatment.  All had to be treated correctly AFTER leaving the hospital, some had to repair damage done at the hospital.
Beyond emergency care was birthing of my 3 children, all three there were mistakes made either with me or my children, with IV’s, Feedings, medications. Evan had anesthesiologist mistakes made that will last him a lifetime. Nurses undid what Dr.s did. My dad was over medicated. Xrays have been misread. Tests have been lost and botched. Yes, MD’s, Nurses, Anesthesiologist all were responsible for their mistakes, but all of these mistakes happened consistently in this hospital.
The other hospitals did surgeries, treated illness, ran tests, researched, set bones, reset bones, anesthetized, without causing damage, they actually healed.  Sure some of the food was not great. Yes they had a moody nurse or two, but never did they do harm.
Midland Memorial is the only hospital in Midland County. No competition. Most of the people who go there don’t have the ‘experience’ we have with hospitals, so I suppose they think this is the way hospitals should be? Our saying about Midland Memorial” You go there to die.–  I HATE Midland Memorial Hospital.
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Day 10 – A picture of the person you do the most messed up things with

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I hope the photo challenge police don’t get me for this. But like #9 I just can not come up with a ‘person’. Keith of course is in the running, just as in #9, because he has been ‘in’ my life the most.

Also not real sure on the ‘messed up’ definition. Messed up as in goofy fun a bit on the dangerous or just plain wrong? Either way I don’t have a person to point my finger at, except myself. As far as I can remember I am the person I am always with when I have done something goofy fun and a bit on the dangerous side, or just plain wrong ;).

Even this posting- I myself ‘messed up’ all by myself- I posted it Saturday and something went very wrong– This is a reposting of the first.

The first I wrote of why I am a  ‘all by myself’ — I will try again. It is not a sad thing, really. I am an introvert.  YES,  DAMN IT I AM.  Introvert does not mean shy, though I don’t think shy people can be extroverts. I do like people I like being around people, I like talking to people, I like, very much, having friends. BUT, I think think think think think think think, before I can ever figure out what to say to start a conversation. I like my time alone, A LOT. If I am with people for a bit, I really need time away, to gel.

I have issues being a people pleaser, YET I don’t change the way I am, or think, or do to please people.(which some do just to make others happy) I just want people to like me for me, accept me for me.   So when someone questions my methods of madness or point out the same. When someone critisizes me or my ….whatever,  I construe it as they don’t like me. I am wrong. I get that now.

I do what I do because I feel led to, it feels right, or I know it is right. I probably act on feelings and perception first and thinking next. This being me, I may do a few more ‘messed up’ things in the eyes of others–Which brings me back to the people pleaser thing. — I suppose you could say I don’t conform. It is not a bad thing,

Romans 12:22 Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is —his good, pleasing and perfect will.

Not that all I do, is approved by God. I, at least, am not doing it for the world, that has to count for something 😉

So Me, Myself and I am/are the person I do the most messed up things with– I got proof.