DUI Check Point!

Last Friday night I was working at the restaurant. To my surprise and delight I was not a closer which means I was actually done with all my tables, doing my side work, and turning in the required money and paper work before we closed. It was fantastic! Having my other job normally makes me a closer which is fine, but every once in a while it is good to get out of there early. I was sitting around with some other servers who were also done already. I was thinking about having a drink…but I just wasn’t really in the mood, and by the time I figured I was, we were closed and as servers are not suppose to order drinks after we’re closed. So I chatted a little bit longer and figured I’d just go home and have a beer from my beer drawer.

On the way home I’m just jamming out to some music when I see a guy randomly take a fast turn into Little Casers. That’s weird I think, they are closed, I don’t know what they are trying to do?

Just around a corner, the night sky is light up with blue, white, red, and yellow light. What in the world? That has to be a huge accident! Then I start to see the signs and cones and cars. They are all slowing to crawl and I realized what was going on a DUI CHECKPOINT!!! I am about to go to my FIRST DUI check point! This is fantastic!

One, I hadn’t had anything to drink. Two, look at all the lights. I am actually giggling with excitement. I prepare, I turn the radio down, and I pull out my driver’s license, and start to kind of straighten the mess that is my passenger seat up. I was tossing clothes in the bag, gathering trash and other items to make it a bit neater.

The hardest part about this experience is that I keep looking around and trying to take pictures. Can you take pictures while stopped? Are they going to get mad? I was able to take these two that kind of came out.

The only thing I was actually worried about was if I was going to get my window back up. My diver side window rolls down just fine but getting it up, now it takes two hands and a few grunts.

So I’ve finally came to the part where you can talk with a police officer. I’m ready, I have nothing to hide, I’m good to go, I’ll probably ask him about how long it takes to get these set up or something. They have a coup of cars pulled over; a few people are by their big mobile police unit which is like a big Bus that probably has cool stuff in it.

The officers start to wave me though, I’m like cool, and I’ll just be talking to an officer further down the line, that’s cool. Except, the police officers didn’t ask me any questions. I ended up getting waved through the whole line. I was bummed. I mean really, what a perfect time to get stopped! I had so many questions starting to bubble up to be asked. Oh well, there will be others.

Be safe don’t drink and drive so you too can enjoy the light show that is a DUI checkpoint.

Curly is best.

To show how long my hair is and my cool unicorn.

I think everyone has a favorite body part or characteristic about themselves they enjoy. For some people there are lots of things they like while others have a much smaller list. I feel like I have a lot of pros and cons and I'm going to talk about one of my pros today. My hair.

If you've seen my profile picture you can see that I have brown curly hair. I like my hair. It is one of those attributes that I enjoy. Like most people, as a child I hated my hair. I didn't hate it to the point I wanted straight hair, I just always had my hair up. It was always in a pony tail, braid, bun, or something, always back up always pulled up.

Things like that probably would have continued if I hadn't hacked my hair off one night so that it was too short to pull up. That is a story for another day. I was forced to wear it down all the time for several months. When I could finally put it in a pony tail it was like I had stolen the tail off of a poodle. It was a tiny little puff at the back of neck. Quite funny actually. Sometimes I miss it.

I enjoy my hair more once I discovered moose. For any of those ladies with curly hair use moose. It helps with the frizz without the crinkly and weight of gel. I have been using Tresemme as recommended by a fellow curly haired friend. I use their moose and their curl conditioner. That leaves me with super soft fluffy curls. Not always, but most days.

Two funny facts about curly hair. If it rains, most people start to groan and whine and complain. Personally I love it! It turns my curls into tight ringlets that I like to boink. Sure the frizz goes up a bit, but walking outside in the rain, everyone runs and hides because their hair is getting "ruined" Not me, I walk through it proudly and usually without an umbrella because water isn't going to do anything. Plus every time I do this, it confirms that I'm not the Wicked Witch of the West. On those really rough slightly bitchy days I like to double check. 

I do miss the ability to run my fingers through your hair. I've probably straightened my hair about a dozen times now, and the whole time I just comb my fingers through it over and over and over. With curly hair, I cannot just run my fingers through my hair. I could, but it breaks up the curls and my  hair  would triple in volume so I would look like Frankenstein Monster's wife or some chick from the 80s. Not being married to a monster and the 80s being several years ago, I think I shall pass. I can however, twist, twirl, boink, and kind of pat the curls. Anything else.... well it just doesn't work out for your best interests.

I enjoy my hair. Here's a Haiku

Part Identity
Bouncy, soft, brown, little curl
How you make me smile.

My personal swimming pool.

This week started off with a new adventure. It’s called flooding in your basement. For anyone who has not had the pleasure of this experience, count your lucky stars. This was one of those lessons that you wake up one morning and learn without warning.

I, per usual this week, was running slightly behind in getting ready for work. I hopped out of bed, had 20 minutes to get ready and out the door, I can do this! That was until I opened the door to my basement. First thought, what’s that hissing sound? Is it a snake? No, it’s louder than that. It’s coming from the laundry room, which is cool, I’m going down here for socks anyway… is that water? Yes, yes is. And it’s….. oh, everywhere. Where in the world is it coming from? I’m going to guess the same place as the noise, the water heater.

Yes, that is correct, the water heater, at some point from yesterday’s exploration to find socks to the next, had sprung a leak and had covered my basement floor.

First call I made was to Pop to find out how to turn the heater off. He told me the valves on top of the water heater. I tried, badly, to move them. They didn’t budge. I blame my lack of hand strength. So I did the next best thing, found the valve that turns all the water in the house off. Pop said he’d call a plumber so my next concern was getting the water up/out of the house. To make sure I had more than 20 minutes to do that, I called my boss and was like water heater broke, flooded the basement, I’m going to be late. He said that was fine. So now I went from room to room, the basement is divided in 3 rooms, and had to figure out how far the water went and started to move things onto higher or just further back places to keep them dry. Some things I moved with care like lamps, chairs, and dressers, and other less so, like dog cages and suit cases. Once that was complete, I started to squeegee the floors.

I learned a couple of things in that hour and half of scraping water into the drain or out the door. 1. Those drains in the middle of floors really do have a purpose. 2. Cement basement floors, though are cold, are excellent for using a squeegee. 3. I have no idea where the squeegee came from but it’s has worked wonders with snakes and floods. 4. I apparently had a dead lizard in one of the rooms. Gross. I sent the dead lizard out the door verse trying to pick it up or shove it down the drain. 5. If you turn all the water off in the house and use the restroom you will not be able to get the soap off your hands no matter how many sinks you try. 6. When concentrating on getting water out of the house you don’t hear people approaching. I was just working away when the plumber showed up. He scared the crap out of me. I yelled in surprise, he apologized, I waited 10 minutes for my heart to stop trying to break through my chest walls. Man! That freaked me out.