Posts Tagged ‘mom’

Road Trip!

Last Sunday I got a text from Matthew, asking if I wanted to go on a road trip to Tn, since it was a holiday. I thought well there is no other way that I will get to go home anytime soon unless I went. I worked it out with work and they said go for it! So on Friday at 4am we left. The trip was easy. I also had to learn how to drive a manual transmission … I had driven some people home from late night events when I was the only one who could drive… but I had never driven far. Going from 5 miles down the road to 850 was a stretch.  But I think that I did a really great job. At least I know that I am good in 5th gear!!!

We made it and I got to spend the night with Belle. Her husband was out of town. So we were really able to talk. It made me realize how much I not only miss her, but miss being there for her.  Do you ever have a friend in which you think that others really don’t appreciate the person? The wonderful person they have in front of them? By the end of the night my heart was hurting for her. I wish I could have made it all go away.

So I got to sleep in on Saturday (Thank goodness!) and then my sister came to pick me up to bring me in for the surprise.  I had only told my brother and sister that I was in town. No one else knew. We got to the family cabin and it really was a fun surprise.

My grandfathers 88th birthday was the Monday before and I had called him to say Happy Birthday and he had even asked when I was coming in to see them… Yup, I had lied to my 88 year old grandpa and on his birthday!  But he was thrilled. My mom even had tears.

The family get together was great! I got to eat some yummies, laugh with distant cousins and ride a mini-trail… for those of you who do not know what that is… Well it’s a tiny motorcycle. miniI had tried to ride it years, and years ago and it out ran me… My brother had given me such a hard time about it that I did not try again. But then this weekend I was looking at it, and thought why not! I was afraid that I would get hurt, because let’s face it I always do. But no, it was easy and fun and the whole time I am riding I am thinking “WEEEEEEE!” and then “Why did you wait so long!!!” “Weeee” and then “oh noo.. Umm where are the brakes!!” It was ok because I was on the road all by myself and I just let it take longer to stop… ( no one had to see the embarrassing moment) Later I found out that the brakes were not in the best shape. My sister yelled at me, asking why I had not told her as she drove into the field. How was I supposed to know, it was the first time that I had ridden the thing?!

I really did enjoy my trip. It only made the fact that I am so far away from the family even more obvious. I am ready to move closer. Now all I need to do is get my act together and find a job. But speaking of jobs I need to get back to the one I do have!

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This is your last warning before going to Jail!

Last Monday, while on the phone with my mother, I reached the door to my condo and there was this note that had a sheriff’s star and handwritten at the top was “This is your last warning before going to Jail” hmmm. I told my Mom in a calm voice and she did the freaking out for me.

“What, why is it there? Amy, Amy, what does it say!!!”

So, I read it again and I flipped to the back. There was the date and a stamp from the officer.

“Amy… Did you do something?”

No, I didn’t really do anything.  I mean my tags are expired but nothing that they can arrest you for. Also some of my bills haven’t been on time with the current financial situation. Just something else that I have to take care of. It really doesn’t even surprise me, I have crap like this happen all the time.

“No, Mom. I haven’t done anything.”

“What if they come back, does it have your name on it.”

What?! I had forgotten all about looking for my name. Oh there is where it should be. They are really after that guys mail that I still get…after I have sent it back 20 times saying ‘return to sender: no one at this address’. Boy do I feel relieved.

“Oh, Mom its for a dude that used to live here.”

“Well, you call right away and get that taken care of. You don’t want them busting down your door.”

That’s where I get my imagination from. Then in the next breath my Mom is on to something else. You would not have know that less than a minute ago she was panicking!

So, if I go missing check for me at the local jail. They may think my name is Bob.