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Road Kill


The last month or so has been so horrendously awful that I haven’t been able to write anything. Everything has been so bad: I’ve been like a dying woman on a deserted island.

School has been kicking my butt…as usual. I’ve been incredibly bitter.

On the brighter side of things, I have only my Public Speaking class to polish off. And then, my fall semester begins on August 15th- no summer break for me. I’m working through it all. I keep reminding myself that I only have one semester to go before I get my degree. The joy will be short-lived as I’ll move right into my B.A. in Criminal Justice. It’s never ending, isn’t it?

Tomorrow is Josh’s birthday. He’s been saddened by the fact that he hasn’t been able to go and visit his family. He’s been crying lately…

Last night something really crazy happened. Josh and Brianna and I had just returned from a trip to see Heidi in Bloomington. After blowing back into town, we stopped at Kroger to pick up some cat food. Josh and I had been bickering much of the way home- who knows what started it this time- we’ve both been on edge lately given the circumstances- and when we walked out to the car, we saw that it was surrounded by no less than 5 cop cars. It was crazy! Brianna was in the back seat and was slumped down, holding Heidi’s cat, Numa, and the cops were shining flashlights all in her face and all inside the car.

I asked what was going on, and one of the officers sheepishly apologized saying that they’d had a call stating that “somebody had left a toddler in a carseat in the back- alone and unattended”. I was furious!

I explained that Brianna was actually 19 (thank you very much) and that we were “just fine” (thank you very much).

Good golly…talking about pissing a woman off. I’ve pretty much had it with the Barney Fifes in this town “playing cops”. I wasn’t really as pissed at the cops as I was at the very ignorant people who’d called.

After the cops had completely cleared out, I was told that the people who had called the cops on us were actually the couple right across from us in the parking lot, holding their baby. Lovely.

I drove around to them and confronted them, saying (and playing dumb, totally), “Excuse me, do you know who called the cops on us?”

“Um,” the woman said, stuttering, “Yeah, um, we…we didn’t know who was in there- we thought it was a baby and…we didn’t want to snoop but…” (yada yada yada)

“Listen,” I said, ” Always make sure that you know exactly what you’re doing when you call the cops like that. You can destroy people’s lives. You have to make sure that you know exactly what you’re talking about before you just ‘call the cops’ all right?”

I was supremely pissed. We were in there for all of 5 minutes!

K. Moving on…

Josh is doing schoolwork: we’ve really been through the wringer lately. We’ll be able to take a much needed vacation in a few more weeks. Life has been a little… too exciting lately.

Until we meet again!

4 responses

  1. A classic example of when good attentions go askew. Your daughter must be tiny to be confused with a toddler? Best of luck to you and Josh on your schoolwork.

    August 9, 2013 at 11:35 am

    • She’s petite, but her face looks so young. (She’s 19 going on 12…) I don’t think the people really got a good look at her at all. It was dark also. They assigned an identity (and falsified description) to my daughter because the canvas was blank, and, they needed to paint something on it. Rather than know the truth, they assigned an identity that they had become preoccupied with lately as parent- a toddler. (Given that they were holding one.)

      People see what they want to see, you know? Our car isn’t a Bentley! It’s got a few dents here and there- it’s a beater. They made assumptions based on that as well.

      [Insert sigh here]

      Thanks for the encouragement with the schoolwork! We’re plugging along. 😉

      August 9, 2013 at 3:24 pm

  2. Oh wow! I don’t mean to laugh because I am sure it was super stressful but people are just idiots!!! You know my husbands profession… the calls they get are ridiculous. Once there was a call that there was a BABY LION on the loose running around outside the zoo. That LION turned out to be a little dog that had a mane like haircut. But still, BIG difference lol. I think people need to get some different eye drops. And girl I am telling you the last semester may be your hardest. No not what you want to hear but it’s honest. For whatever reason, when I hit that last semester when things were almost over I felt an enormous amount of pressure to finish. You have to focus on that for the first time in a very very very very long time, you will have actually gotten somewhere at the end of this semester!! Change is hard for anyone, even if it’s good change. Change in general I think just causes stress. Therefore, allow yourself those days where you eat a pint of icecream or go buy a 6 pack if you need it. Do whatever you need to do but do NOT quit. You are so close ❤

    August 16, 2013 at 1:43 am

    • I knowww….I have one semester left (or so I’m told). But hey, after passing “A Graphical Approach to College Algebra” and “Public Speaking” all in the same semester- I can do ANYTHING. Thanks for all of your support! By the way, you should check out University of Florida- they allow you to transfer your entire Associates degree over and start at the junior level of your major. Pretty darn cool! I’m thinking of going there. (It’s a toss up between that and Columbia- if I can get past their school mascot- the Columbia Cougars. CRINGE.) Here’s their site:

      August 16, 2013 at 1:45 pm


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