Friday, August 28, 2009
i think...
I figured out some of it...He's amazing and so am I. Together we are absolutely fantastic. Sometimes people just fit like puzzle pieces...there's no rhyme or reason, it just happens. I love when things happen organically...I feel like we try to force situations together and then when they don't work we get disappointed but when we just live life and have no expectations the best things arise...smile smile you might make someone's day!
Monday, August 24, 2009
Things that make me happy!
So I'm feeling kinda freaked out bout my home situation. Its assessed at a lower value than what I paid for it and I can't afford it. Plus I kept my old roomie's dog because she hadn't found him a new owner before she moved. I can't keep him. I can't afford him and I don't have time for him. It's such a bummer. Okay, the real reason I'm writing this blog, I don't like feeling down. Therefore I am writing a list of people and things that make me super happy!
My amazing boyfriend; one of the best relationships I've ever been in
my niece and nephew; the most adorable children EVER!!
my mom and dad; their love and support mean so much
my rad group of friends; we laugh together, cry together, get silly together, they are fantastic
my queen size bed at the end of a hectic day or even a lovely day. it's soooooo comfy. especially all the squishy pillows.
avocados
penguins
puppies
a great book
writing
when my curly hair behaves
laughing at ridiculous shit
playing with my ears
hugs
love :)
My amazing boyfriend; one of the best relationships I've ever been in
my niece and nephew; the most adorable children EVER!!
my mom and dad; their love and support mean so much
my rad group of friends; we laugh together, cry together, get silly together, they are fantastic
my queen size bed at the end of a hectic day or even a lovely day. it's soooooo comfy. especially all the squishy pillows.
avocados
penguins
puppies
a great book
writing
when my curly hair behaves
laughing at ridiculous shit
playing with my ears
hugs
love :)
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
can I just say how hilarious it is to be told that I need to find a husband?? hehe...I've already had a husband and that did not go very well. I'm working on loving the person I'm with now and he is fantastic. So to people who believe one must get married, good for you. But not everyone has the same opinion. I love you.
Monday, August 3, 2009
No more breathalyzer tomorrow!
I don't know why I haven't written about this sooner but now that my year with the breathalyzer is coming to a close, I think I can.
April 17, 2008
It was like any other Thursday night at Starbucks. I was serving tasty drinks and pondering the possibility of Blunt Club. Probably not the best idea since I had to get up and teach in the morning. I decided not to go.
At the time I was seeing this dude and I called him on my break. Unfortunately for me his roomie answered the phone and I didn't realize this, at first. Our conversation basically went along the lines of a booty call for the evening but his voice sounded strange. Something in it threw me off. I asked if it was really him and he just giggled and said the guy I was trying to call had left his phone at home. Crap. I felt pretty embarassed at the time. Which is stupid to think about now in the scheme of things. Basically I used this silly moment to give me an excuse to go to the club.
I raced to the club after work and swore to myself that I would only have 2 drinks because I had to drive home to make it to work in the morning. I think I got to the club about midnight.
My new friend Misty met me just inside with a beer for her and one for me. This seemed like a great way to start the evening. We roamed around the club, talking to our respective friends, realizing we had a few in common and meeting new ones. There was this young man there who was flirting with me. A couple of my friends wanted me to make out with him. He even walked up to me at one point in the night and slapped my ass. I made him buy me a drink.
Okay, so 2 drinks turned into 4. Then I was kicking it with a new friend and we decided to solidify our new friendship with a shot. Plus she gave me the number for a taxi, so I could make the smart decision and NOT drink. Sweet! Then I met a new friend and told him that doing tequila shots with wheels(ie. lime and salt) was for whimps. I'm so cool. So drink 6 of the evening comences. Oh and these shots happened within the last half hour I was at the club.
Things get a little hazy after this. If you haven't been keeping up, I have now consumed 6 drinks in 2 hours. I'm a champ. Shortly after the 2nd shot(my 6th drink) I decided I needed to go home because I had to work in the morning. I don't remember this but my friend, Sean tried to grab me as I exited the club. Someone called his name and he turned around to see who. He said when he turned back around I was gone.
I do remember going to retrieve my vehicle from the valet. Another dude I know was working and pulled my car up, so I could peace out.
I pulled out of the parking lot onto the road, heading south towards home. I decided I needed to listen to my new cd. As I was struggling to get it out of the holder, I took my eyes off the road. Just seconds passed when I looked up and saw the red lights and stopped cars. I saw one open lane and figured that was my best bet but I couldn't stop soon enough.
I ran the red light and hit another vehicle going east. My car spun to the left, my right tire caught on the median and stopped. My airbag did not release but my seatbelt locked into place. My head snapped forward and hit the steering wheel. I sat up and tried turning my car on. It was a knee jerk reaction. I couldn't have driven away from that. A couple of guys approached my car and asked me if I was okay. Ha....fucking freaked out is a better way to describe how I was feeling. So many thoughts were racing through my mind. Was anyone hurt? Holy shit, I've been drinking. Oh my god I have to go to work in the morning.
The bystanders walked me to the curb. The police had already been called. I called my friends that I had been with that night, brother and sister. They said they'd be on their way as soon as they could. I cried. I called more people.
Thank god no one was hurt. The guy I hit just seemed stunned. I was too drunk to really get what was going on. I spoke to the police but I was too wasted to write anything down. My friend Misty did that for me. I thought I had to do the field sobriety test, which I found out later you can refuse. The police then breathalyzed me. At the time they did not tell me what my blood alcohol level was but they did proceed to arrest me for drunk driving. My heart broke. I quietly walked with them to the police cruiser. I cried quietly in the back while we drove to the station. I also managed to text with my hands handcuffed behind my back. I'm pretty flexible.
At the police station, no females were working that night. I had to pull my phone and car key out of the front of my jeans with my hands still handcuffed. I had to pee in a cold metal toilet in a cell.
After this the nice police officer led me to a bench that had a breathalyzer machine next to it and he handcuffed one of my wrists to it. He made me blow two more times before I could leave. My BAC was .149, just under the extreme limit. I felt humiliated in that place. How the hell could this be happening to me? There were moments when I felt like I couldn't breathe. At one point the police officer left me sitting on the bench. I played with the handcuff on my wrist and realized I could pull it halfway up my hand. I just thought it was funny. It wasn't like I'd run out of there. I was just messing around.
The cop caught me messing around and said he'd put the handcuffs on me tighter next time. Douche.
Finally paperwork and breathalyzing was done. I could go home. My friends Dusty and Misty came to pick me up. I had to wait for them in the back of the police cruiser, handcuffs much tighter this time. When they showed up, the cop let me out and took the handcuffs off. I was irritated with him for making them tighter, then he proceeds to say that he has to take my picture. I gave him an angry glare. My buddy Dusty said it was pretty funny. I kind of wish I had seen it now. Oh well.
Tomorrow the breathalyzer will be gone. I'll be able to get a new ID without the words 'interlock ignition' printed on it. I still have 6 years of the DUI being on my record. I can now say that I've spent 24 hours in jail. Although who really wants to add that to their list of accomplishments. I've never even gotten a speeding ticket. Now I have to pay almost double for insurance and I had to buy a new car. My beautiful Honda was totalled in the accident.
All in all it was a costly, humbling, humiliating experience. I couldn't have made it without the ridiculously amazing support of my family and friends. Those first few weeks after the accident, I was afraid to venture out of my home. I had to figure out ways to get to work. Sometimes I think God, if she exists, only gives you enough that you can handle. As I've said before the universe provides. I am super thankful no one was hurt in the accident. I know I'd be a mess right now. Even better than that, I know how strong I am.
April 17, 2008
It was like any other Thursday night at Starbucks. I was serving tasty drinks and pondering the possibility of Blunt Club. Probably not the best idea since I had to get up and teach in the morning. I decided not to go.
At the time I was seeing this dude and I called him on my break. Unfortunately for me his roomie answered the phone and I didn't realize this, at first. Our conversation basically went along the lines of a booty call for the evening but his voice sounded strange. Something in it threw me off. I asked if it was really him and he just giggled and said the guy I was trying to call had left his phone at home. Crap. I felt pretty embarassed at the time. Which is stupid to think about now in the scheme of things. Basically I used this silly moment to give me an excuse to go to the club.
I raced to the club after work and swore to myself that I would only have 2 drinks because I had to drive home to make it to work in the morning. I think I got to the club about midnight.
My new friend Misty met me just inside with a beer for her and one for me. This seemed like a great way to start the evening. We roamed around the club, talking to our respective friends, realizing we had a few in common and meeting new ones. There was this young man there who was flirting with me. A couple of my friends wanted me to make out with him. He even walked up to me at one point in the night and slapped my ass. I made him buy me a drink.
Okay, so 2 drinks turned into 4. Then I was kicking it with a new friend and we decided to solidify our new friendship with a shot. Plus she gave me the number for a taxi, so I could make the smart decision and NOT drink. Sweet! Then I met a new friend and told him that doing tequila shots with wheels(ie. lime and salt) was for whimps. I'm so cool. So drink 6 of the evening comences. Oh and these shots happened within the last half hour I was at the club.
Things get a little hazy after this. If you haven't been keeping up, I have now consumed 6 drinks in 2 hours. I'm a champ. Shortly after the 2nd shot(my 6th drink) I decided I needed to go home because I had to work in the morning. I don't remember this but my friend, Sean tried to grab me as I exited the club. Someone called his name and he turned around to see who. He said when he turned back around I was gone.
I do remember going to retrieve my vehicle from the valet. Another dude I know was working and pulled my car up, so I could peace out.
I pulled out of the parking lot onto the road, heading south towards home. I decided I needed to listen to my new cd. As I was struggling to get it out of the holder, I took my eyes off the road. Just seconds passed when I looked up and saw the red lights and stopped cars. I saw one open lane and figured that was my best bet but I couldn't stop soon enough.
I ran the red light and hit another vehicle going east. My car spun to the left, my right tire caught on the median and stopped. My airbag did not release but my seatbelt locked into place. My head snapped forward and hit the steering wheel. I sat up and tried turning my car on. It was a knee jerk reaction. I couldn't have driven away from that. A couple of guys approached my car and asked me if I was okay. Ha....fucking freaked out is a better way to describe how I was feeling. So many thoughts were racing through my mind. Was anyone hurt? Holy shit, I've been drinking. Oh my god I have to go to work in the morning.
The bystanders walked me to the curb. The police had already been called. I called my friends that I had been with that night, brother and sister. They said they'd be on their way as soon as they could. I cried. I called more people.
Thank god no one was hurt. The guy I hit just seemed stunned. I was too drunk to really get what was going on. I spoke to the police but I was too wasted to write anything down. My friend Misty did that for me. I thought I had to do the field sobriety test, which I found out later you can refuse. The police then breathalyzed me. At the time they did not tell me what my blood alcohol level was but they did proceed to arrest me for drunk driving. My heart broke. I quietly walked with them to the police cruiser. I cried quietly in the back while we drove to the station. I also managed to text with my hands handcuffed behind my back. I'm pretty flexible.
At the police station, no females were working that night. I had to pull my phone and car key out of the front of my jeans with my hands still handcuffed. I had to pee in a cold metal toilet in a cell.
After this the nice police officer led me to a bench that had a breathalyzer machine next to it and he handcuffed one of my wrists to it. He made me blow two more times before I could leave. My BAC was .149, just under the extreme limit. I felt humiliated in that place. How the hell could this be happening to me? There were moments when I felt like I couldn't breathe. At one point the police officer left me sitting on the bench. I played with the handcuff on my wrist and realized I could pull it halfway up my hand. I just thought it was funny. It wasn't like I'd run out of there. I was just messing around.
The cop caught me messing around and said he'd put the handcuffs on me tighter next time. Douche.
Finally paperwork and breathalyzing was done. I could go home. My friends Dusty and Misty came to pick me up. I had to wait for them in the back of the police cruiser, handcuffs much tighter this time. When they showed up, the cop let me out and took the handcuffs off. I was irritated with him for making them tighter, then he proceeds to say that he has to take my picture. I gave him an angry glare. My buddy Dusty said it was pretty funny. I kind of wish I had seen it now. Oh well.
Tomorrow the breathalyzer will be gone. I'll be able to get a new ID without the words 'interlock ignition' printed on it. I still have 6 years of the DUI being on my record. I can now say that I've spent 24 hours in jail. Although who really wants to add that to their list of accomplishments. I've never even gotten a speeding ticket. Now I have to pay almost double for insurance and I had to buy a new car. My beautiful Honda was totalled in the accident.
All in all it was a costly, humbling, humiliating experience. I couldn't have made it without the ridiculously amazing support of my family and friends. Those first few weeks after the accident, I was afraid to venture out of my home. I had to figure out ways to get to work. Sometimes I think God, if she exists, only gives you enough that you can handle. As I've said before the universe provides. I am super thankful no one was hurt in the accident. I know I'd be a mess right now. Even better than that, I know how strong I am.
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