Humiliation at it's best.

Dear Reader,

Six days ago my phone ran out of minutes while in the midst of talking to my husband. I decided, at midnight, that I would run to Wal-Mart to get a new phone card and refill my minutes. On my way back home, two minutes from my home, I was pulled over by the police. The cop claims he pulled me over due to my tag light being dim...not out, but DIM! He then asks for my license and car insurance. I hand him my I.D. and I am searching for my proof of insurance that does not exist. Meanwhile, praying. Praying hard. The cop says he'll be back and goes to run my info. After about ten minutes of "searching", he comes back and asks me to turn my car off and step out. Oh shit, I'm thinking. This is not good. My minutes are not yet replenished and I have no way to tell my husband of my arrest. Now, before you go judging me, I am not a bad person. I swear I'm not. Turns out, I had written a check for some groceries last summer and it slipped my mind to take care of it. SHIT!! Stupid, stupid stupid!

Needless to say, I was arrested for a bad check warrant, if you will. The cop hand cuffs me, asks if my husband can come get my car, I tell him no because he is out of town, he is a truck driver. The cop then asks if anyone else can come get it or it will be towed. I tell him, yes, my brother can come get it but he lives twenty minutes away. The cop then informs me they don't have time to wait so we will need to tow it. SHIT!!!! More money I don't have.

Since my warrant is in the next county over, they take me to the nearest booking station where I am finger printed and a nasty mug shot of me is taken, placed in a cell, ten minutes later, an officer from the county my warrant is in pulls up. He then cuffs me, drives me thirty minutes away, where I am then, yet again finger printed and another mug shot taken. At this point I am not crying, so I am sure this picture looks better.

I then get to make my phone call(s). The officer was nice enough to let me have my cell phone to get numbers from it. 1st call-hubby: no answer. 2nd call- brother: no answer. 3rd phone call- brother's BF: no answer. Repeat. Back to my brother...He answers like this: "I am calling bail bond places now." Oh thank GOD!!!! Two hours later, I'm free...with a date, in court. UGH!

Well, thanks for reading! Updates to come on my case.

With Love,

On the road again...

Dear Reader,

My husband and I have decided that I will leave my job & join him on the road! I am so so excited! First of all, we haven't seen each other in weeks and I miss him terribly! After some weeks of considering this, we have made it final and I put in my two week notice. My last day will be September 3rd.

My brother, Corey and his boyfriend will be taking over my apartment and he will be buying my car. I am giddy with excitement! Can y'all believe I'll be living in a truck with my hubbs?! I mean, I know the hubbs will be busy working/driving, but think about all the places I will get to see for free. I am bringing my lap top, (for blogs & facebook) and my camera for some gorgeous photography to share. I am sure the blogs will add some humor. More to come soon!

With Love,

Update on my dad!

Dear Readers,
My dad is doing well, he had three blocked arteries, so he had two stents put in and the third is being treated with meds! It was a long day, mom drove everyone crazy, but thats how she deals. haha. I am truly thanking god that things were not worse!

With Love,

Thoughts & Prayers please!

Dear Reader,
I am only posting this blog here and nowhere else because I have too many family members on my Facebook page, they will pester me with all of the questions I have few answers to.




I was supposed to work today, but I called in because of...well, read my previous post. I am in pain. But worse than that pain, my heart hearts. It hurts for my parents. My dad has been having what we all thought were panic attacks, but today I found out it is something much more serious. Tomorrow he is having an Arteriogram done. I had no idea that he was having issues with his heart! If that proves what his doctor is thinking, he will need a heart stent. My dad is only 53 years young. This terrifies me. I know Cardiologists do this on a regular basis, but still nothing will ever prepare me for anything major, like open-heart surgery, which I pray to god he will not he will not have to endure. Please keep my family in your thoughts and prayers.

With Love,