July 2011
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June 2011
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Some People Have All The Luck
So on Sunday I was placed on call for jury duty, which I totally didn’t mind, except for the fact that my birthday was at the end of the week. I decided to play it safe by not making any plans fearing I would be called in. Everyday at 5:30 PM I would make the call to the Santa Barbara County Court to check my status, nothing. Fast forward to yesterday afternoon. Jolie and Jeanette asked what my plans were for my birthday so I told them, “I have no clue. How about we make some?” Of course my mind skips over the fact that I’m on call for jury duty because I figure I’ve been on call this long, what are the chances. We make plans to get the Ohana together, go out for dinner and whatever other trouble we can get ourselves into. I walk to my car and I had that gut feeling my plans were about to be foiled. Sure enough when I made the call at 5:30 PM my feeling was confirmed. I was to report for jury service ON MY BIRTHDAY!!! To add insult to injury, I got yelled at last night for not attending a Catalyst event by James and then had to drive up to Santa Maria (mind you, by now it’s about 9:00 PM). I leave on my journey up to the Central Coast at 9:45 PM, tired and disappointed…and it only gets better! I pull into town at 12:15 AM. At this point I am ready for bed, ready to sleep this nightmare away. I walk up to the front door and realize I don’t have a key. (I do own a key to my parents’ front door; however it happens to reside on my Jetta key ring. Long story short, I have been driving the jeep since Father’s Day because the punk ass neighbor kids threw a rock at my car and broke the windshield.) The garage door has been broken since May so I couldn’t open that to get in. Call the house, no answer. Call everyone’s cell phone, no answer. Call the house again. By this point I am having an epic meltdown. The tears of my frustration start to fall (it’s my birthday and I can cry if I want to). After calling the house non-stop for 5 minutes my dad finally answers. I ask him to open the door and of course he’s pissed. “Why the hell didn’t you use the key?” I manage to mutter that there isn’t one on the jeep key ring as I walked through the door. My dad looks at me like I’m crazy because I’m crying. Not my idea of how I wanted to spend the first half hour of my birthday.
Despite the dramatics there were a few shining moments in the wee hours of the morn on my birthday. I have some amazing friends and family. I love you all dearly!! :)
Making lemonade from lemons. Happy Birthday to me!
