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Yeah, so…

April 14, 2008

I’m having a baby.

I’m terrified, and excited, and all of the other emotions you’d expect.
Mostly, though, we’re just excited.
I don’t believe in accidents.
But a pleasant surprise? Very much so.

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The silver lining is…

February 22, 2008

That I’m able to tell you this fucked up story.

I would tell you over lunch, but you’d have to come get me and buy my meal.
I mean, I would treat you, but that might be hard to do with no car keys, no cash, no credit cards, no debit card, no check book, and no ID.

You see, a couple of low-lifes (driving a fucking ESCALADE no less) decided tonight that they needed my things more than I did. They also needed my friends cell phone, his wallet, and all the money he had in his pocket. Which, by the way, was all of his money. Seriously. To his name. (What, all of a week after his girlfriend of FOREVER broke up with him (for his friend), and moved out of the apartment they shared. I’m pissed, and I’m scared, but man, CodeMaster is FUCKED.)

As much as I hate that he had to be there with me, I’m so, so thankful I wasn’t alone.
Who knows what would have happened then.

But yeah, the lowdown:

Went to the bar to see my friends’ band play… A few friends met me there. Had two beers, and decided to call it a night. I was planning on giving Cody a ride home, and then stopping by Berto’s for a few on my way back through. (Cody came with Bert, but he was making a pit-stop, so I took Cody.) The bar is packed and there are cars EVERYWHERE. No second thought. So anyway, we get in the car, and before I even have my door shut, Cody is getting back out of the car. There’s some commotion, I hear “whoa, whoa” (which makes me think that the car next to mine is about to hit my door with theirs) and then I realize what’s going on. He was getting robbed. While HALF IN THE CAR. There is talk of guns, and shooting people, and yeah… A guy comes around to my side of the car, wants my cell phone, money, purse, anything I’ve got. I grab the cash from my pocket, tell him I have no cell phone, and this is all my money. He takes my purse and my KEYS, points a gun at me and tells me to get back in the car. The guy on the other side tells Cody the same thing. Then they left. In and out, less than five.

I saw a gun. Cody saw a gun. That makes two guns. They were wearing face masks, and they took off before we could get out of the car. I didn’t get their license plate #.

Know what that means? They’ll never get caught. Someone else will be in my shoes, and in fact, probably already is. At the hands of the same worthless wastes of life.

I’d like to think that they just wanted the money. The rest was a formality. I’d like to think that they aren’t going to look at the address on my license and come steal my car, or let themselves inside my house… My home, where my family sleeps. But the fact that this is not the first time that this has happened to me, doesn’t allow for that kind of thinking.

Point blank?
I’m kind of scared.

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12/365: Patty

January 31, 2008

You’re so much more than our “old boss”.
Giving your support, guidance, and friendship…
You really are our “mama bear”.
Thank you.

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Every luxury in your life,
you’ve worked for.
Your beautiful marriage and children,
you’ve worked for.
I’m thankful for your example.
Truly.

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22×365

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So make the best of this test…

January 16, 2008

And don’t ask why.

My life is perfect because it’s nothing but opportunities.
Every single moment. New. Another chance.

(Yes, I am alive. Thanks for your concern. <3  )

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11/365: MJ

November 26, 2007

Do you know what you were sorry for when you apologized for your father?
No? Well anyway, your words saved my life.

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Please don’t beat yourself up for “leaving us behind”.
You’re just out paving the road.
Someone has got to lead the way.
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Another double dose today. Had just a little more to say.

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10/365: Karen

November 26, 2007

Eight years old, sitting on your stairs eating bubblegum on Halloween night, I realized how someone who wasn’t related could be family.

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9/365: Adam G.

November 26, 2007

We were inseparable for years. On the down low. Bike riding while the ‘rents walked was my favorite. Hope you’re doing well.

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22×365

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