Held at gun point

This is being typed because it's too long to put on Facebook, but I want to share it.

Last night Tony was watching one of the 742 SAW movies (OK, like 5, but whatever) and in the movie, the bad guy had 2 other guys locked in a room, and then had one of the guys wife and kid tied up with him. The bad guy said married guy had to shoot the other guy by a certain time and he would let his family go...he didn't. But that's not the point. The wife had wiggled free, pretended to still be tied up, then took the bad guy by surprise and got his gun. Then she pointed it at him and said "DON'T MOVE!!!" like 8 times. Then something happened, I wasn't really paying attention, and HEY! THE BAD GUY MOVED!!! There was a struggle, somebody else showed up, blah blah blah...but it made me think......

If, say, somebody was holding me at gun point, and magically I got his gun from him, I would not just point it at him until somebody showed up to restrain the bad guy. Something stupid could happen and he will try and chase you and get his gun back! You could sneeze. BOOM, he tackles you. The door slams and and you look for 1/4 of a second. BAM, he still tackles you. Now what would I do different, you ask?

SHOOT THE BAD GUY IN THE KNEE CAP.

He won't chase you anymore. Even if you move the gun, and put it down next to you for a second. He isn't going anywhere. I promise.

So, my point is, if I'm ever in such an unlikely and random situation, I will absolutely shoot the guy in the knee cap. Problem solved. That is all.

For Posterity.

So this is for the sake of always having a fresh copy of what happened somewhere while it is still fresh...

So we were driving down I-94 with intentions of meeting up with my parents at the Big Boy right off the US-127 exit, but before we got there we saw a billboard for Denny's, which sounded better than Big Boy...so I called dad, who wasn't quite to US 127 and made the new plan...I had taken the US-127 exit thinking Denny's was just down the street, but it wasn't, it was the next exit, 137. US-127 is exit 138. So dad got on the highway before we did, and got to Denny's before we did. We got back on the highway behind some guy driving a tow-behind U-Haul, going like 45-ish. Since we had just passed a sign saying that our exit was 1/2 a mile ahead, there was no sense in trying to pass him. So I saw in my rear-view mirror a car suddenly fly up and swerve not to hit me, and I looked at my left side to see the guy come up and start to speed up. I said "wow, we almost just got hit!" And just as I looked forward again I saw in my rear view mirror another set of lights come flying up and swerve but this time he hit the driver side of the back end. Because he hit just one side, we spun out, and as soon as my wheels hit the mostly frozen grass, the car flipped over 2 times. Tony said he, reflexively, thanks to military roll-over training, grabbed the seat belt strap in front of his chest with his left hand, and the top 2 seat belt straps with his right hand by his head, so he wouldn't hit his head or anything. All I saw was a bunch of motion, blurry, up side down motion. When we finally landed, it took me a second, Tony was super awesome, and instantly made sure we were all OK, the first few times he asked me I said I didn't know, Bayani was crying in the back seat, Tony had opened her door and check her out; at first I thought Tony's seat had crushed her foot, as both our seats had bent back, but there was space, and she seemed physically fine, just shaken up. I unbuckled myself (after a few tries) and unbuckled her and just put her in my lap, she instantly didn't want to let go, but she calmed down pretty quick, I cried longer than she did, LOL! Tony was walking around, checking things out, when the people who had been behind the guy who hit us came up and said they had called somebody. I asked him, still slightly sobbing, if I could use his phone, so I could call dad. I don't think it would've been very nice of me to make him wait at Denny's tapping his foot, wondering where we were. So I called him, still kinda freaking out, he didn't quite get it at first, probably because I was crying, then he said he'd be there in a few seconds. He later told us that he got on the on-ramp, but had to pull over for a cop, but he barely pulled over, as the second the cop went by, he gunned it after him. Mom said she kept trying to get dad to just go into the median HA! I wasn't even out of the car when I saw dad was there, trying to make Bayani happy. We all walked into the ambulance, they checked our heads, and heart beats, and blood pressure, and even gave Bayani a little Jackson EMT teddy bear. As the back window had fallen out the first time we went upside down, half of our stuff that had been in the back seat had half fallen out the back window, when I got out of the car (a cop had to pry my door open) the little stroller and Bayani's over night bag (as she was going to go with my parents until Sunday) were sitting where the back window used to be. My purse had released all it's contents while we flipped over, I think I retrieved most of it, like my new Archos, and the roll of quarters I had gotten earlier that day. Tony's window was completely busted out, all in one pile, right before we landed right side up, there is actually a little perfect-ish square pile of glass a few feet from the car. The roof had been smashed down a few inches, the front window was super cracked and half hanging out the frame, as the frame had been bent up so bad. I hit my head on my window, and for some reason, my right arm hurts a little more than anything else, and of course my neck is sore, so is Tony's, but otherwise, we are good. I don't know how, but Bayani isn't even sore. The EMT had put a couple smiley faces on her belly so I could keep an eye on them, but today when we looked at them, and poked them, she didn't seem to care.

I talked to the insurance company today, since I have PLPD, I don't even know if they will cover the wrecker bill, which I have been told by the tow service, is like $300. I know my car will get a little $ at the junk yard, but the guy said maybe I could get $100 for the car. I have some cash saved up, so I am not worried about that. It does bum me out that I don't have a car, but I am absolutely super grateful that we walked away so unscathed from this. For Bayani to not even be sore is crazy. Tony pointed out a few things, like what if we had hit a tree? If we had been going faster, we probably would have flipped over another time due to sheer momentum, and the room would have caved in even farther, Bayani would've have been able to shrink down or anything. All the stuff in the back seat could have knocked Bayani out, I had a huge bag, random crap, and a stroller in the back. How did she not get hurt?!

Whatever the case, I am stupidly grateful. God was really looking out for us last night.

OK, have I missed anything? I want all details put here. So G, if I said something last night that I didn't put here, let me know ;)

That day is it? WHAT?!

OK, so, um, anyways...

Today I went to work, at my lovely job; the first time since the day before Thanksgiving. My particular store closed the day before Thanksgiving, as the owner, KEVIN (who, I learned the day before I met him, is black...don't hate...) is closing my store. Apparently, he isn't making enough money...*cough*. So, I am the only one, other than our general manager, Lavena, that is working at this other location...we called our store Stone School, as that was it's road, and this other store, Stadium, as that is this store's road...Stadium had all the newer, awesome shit. Stone School got all the old hand-me-downs...whatever. They closed Stone School. None of us made it to Stadium except for Lavena and me. Which makes me sad. I wish at least 3 people came with me. Mandi, she was the cook that relieved me in the evenings. We had the same purse. Were quite alike in the weird department. Used to live in the same shitty trailer at totally separate times. She was fun. Then Bobbi, she was like 46, and lost a marble or 2 over the years...she was fun, I worked with her the last day we were open, she makes me laugh so much!! Then Kurt, he was my Sunday driver, he actually tried to do his job when he worked with me. He bought be lunch at Amhos on Sundays, which was DELICIOUS...and he was always fun to work with somebody who knew what they were doing.

Wow, now if that isn't a run on sentence, I don't know what is.

This particular store, I feel like the odd man out. Yeah, it's my first day, and I should feel like it's my first, as I'm working with an entirely new group of people, but they all do shit weird. They make dough weird, and I'm such a weakling I can't even pick up the dough to put it on the table to cut it up, and they do sheet outs weird, and their phones are weird, and Kevin was so far up my ass today I could just about taste his fro.

I want a new job. This one bugs me. And I don't like Becky. She is absolutely worthless.

OK. I'm done. Just had to bitch a little.

I think it's about time...

SO it's been quite some time since I posted anything on here, and so I think it's just bloody time.

I have moved! It's Monday, and we moved in here on Saturday, and I believe, if I quote it properly that I am about 97% unpacked/put away. The only boxed I have remaining are the ones that were photos in frames that used to be on my walls, which will be un-framed and put in my big'o'box of pictures...no cluster-fucking my house no more!! LOL I know, little bit of ramble got in here! So anyways, yes. We moved. We are currently residents in Ann Arbor. Though we are VERY close to being in Ypsilanti, Will always calls Ypsi "the ghetto" but whatever...I can see "Ypsi-bowl" from our driveway he he...but we have a Ann Arbor zip code. Tony's school is literally less than a mile away, he goes down one block from our driveway, goes one block and turns right. Then he is there. His motorcycle that gets 100 miles + to the gallon will last him months. (FK yeah!!!)

So I guess I started this to tell about my move, but I ramble WAY too much, and whiskey doesn't help, so wtf ever. Our move was easy ( for me he he he ), my mom was nice enough to come out the day we were moving, though I left earlier than my stuff did, Mom and I left (no later than) 1:30 pm Saturday, Will showed up about 2pm at our apartment to load our crap into his 30 ft. trailer. And, just to do acknowledgements, it was Tony, Will, Rob, Sagger, Dana, and Jew who helped move us, and I do appreciate your help, so very much...but they didn't show up until like 6, which was actually great time...but they did sweat all over my bloody couch. The men-folk were quite gross...I will just borrow mom's carpet cleaner to clean up my couch. Which reminds me, I owe the couch people money...sorry, rambling again...

So, just for your information, I have 2, count them, 2 pools, a little play ground for Bayani (with a slide, lol) and the little cafe next to the main office has free wi-fi if I ever needed it, with free coffee and only 50 cent espresso or wtf ever they sell...I hate coffee...

But yeah, it's bigger than our old place, the living area is MUCH bigger, the "master bedroom" is different dimensions, but only a little bit bigger than our old room (the closet is MUCH bigger), the second bedroom (Bayani's room) is a bit smaller, but she had a ton of space in her old room...the bathroom is bigger, and even has a place for the litter box, and the kitchen is a whole lot bigger, we aren't even using the real dining room, there's this little space at the end of our kitchen that fits our table just perfect, so the dining room can be used for whatever. Currently, Tony's tv and ps3 is there.

So we've had an issue with Comcast so far. If we could've had somebody different, I would've gotten something different. But that's all I get. Two+ weeks ago I had called Comcast, to set everything up, like get our crap mailed to us by August 24th, right? Makes sense. Well, they sent it to us on August 19. Then, when we got it, instead of one cable (with dvr) box plus the Internet modem, they sent us 2 cable boxes; one dvr, one regular. So, Will told me to return one of these boxes, saying the one we were keeping was the dvr box. So I turned in the box Will told me to turn in, and get the Internet modem...well, it still, didn't work, after 2 hours since the guy left to hook us up. So I called, and another guy came out...oops, we returned the wrong box. The box we kept wasn't dvr. Damnit. I was angry about that. But, thankfully, the 2nd guy had a box in his van or whatever. SO FINALLY we have Internet and cable. If only we had a power strip, our actual computer would be on and hooked up. Tony left every power strip at the other apt so we are without until tomorrow. Tomorrow we are leaving at 10am to go clean the old apt and get the last few things that they didn't grab. I am actually excited for that, the bedrooms don't have lights in them, the light switches only work a lamp or whatever plugged into a certain outlet...I haven't gotten completely familiar with them yet...give me time, I'll figure it out.

So tomorrow, before we leave for Charlotte, I am returning 2 applications, both to the same little plaza, less than a mile away, one is Subway, which said they were hiring, (hell yeah, I heart Subway) and the other was the bicycle shop like next door...they sell similar stuff, but along the lines of bikes, they sell Treks, apparently, so we'll see. The guy said they don't normally hire until March (same as mommy and daddy) but he said to turn in my application as soon as possible just in case, since I did randomly mention I used to work at a bike shop...lol that would be perfect...

Alright, bed time. I've rambled enough. 'Night :)

Speaking of "new year"...

The days are finally winding down, as Tony is technically on his way home...I do not know exactly where he is, I do know he isn't in Iraq, but he is either in Wisconsin, Georgia (on his way to Wisconsin) or somewhere in Europe (on his way to Georgia, on his way to Wisconsin). On his way to Iraq origionally, he said they stopped in Germany. On his way home on his break he said he stopped in Ireland. So who knows. I did tell him that if he stopped in england that he was to bring me back a car with the steering wheel on the right. Stick. But I doubt he'll do it. (;])

Anyways, that means it's almost been 365 days. It will actually be 365 days since pre-mobilization on June 6th, but hopefully he'll be home by then, or else the flight to california will be leaving without us...as our flight leaves at 7:25am on the 6th.

I am glad he will be home for all 3 of our birthdays this year. He has missed not only mine and his for 3 years in a row, but missed Bayani's (of course) this year, which sucks, as it was the 1st one. But he says, no matter what, even if there is drill, he WILL be here for birthday number 2.

Ok, so the mini rant is finished. I was just bored, I havn't talked to him since the 19th, and I have nothing to do, as today is rainy.

Spontaneous Combustion

OK, so to start right into it, I had finally got my new window motors last Thursday...I was so excited, because daddy said he'd fix that and my 'lets not hold a charge' issue too...lol Gmarrie, my car won't hold a charge either...we should just set our cars on fire...anyways, I went to a movie with Michelle and Aunt Barb Sunday (The Blind Side...good movie, btw) and daddy went to work. He called as I was in line with Michelle for junk food and told me, to my surprise, that my diver side window was working just fine. A little slow, but OK. "TWWHHHAATTT????" I say, and apparently it was working fine. Since it stopped the one day, I never re-tested it, that seemed pointless. I guess I should have. Whatever. I was quite frustrated but whatever.

After the movie, I go to daddy's house, and he says "I have good news and bad news, good news is I put the relay in and now your amp doesn't draw power while the key is off!" which was why my battery kept needing to be jumped every other day..."bad news, the window motors are wrong. They don't fit."

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, after cussing and being angry, I finally decided it wasn't as big of a deal now that the driver side worked well. I also decided that I would just steal one of the back window motors and put it in the front. Bayani doesn't need to be rolling the window down any time soon...

Yeah. I wish some rich doctor would tell me he would give me a million dollars if I flashed him. I would so do it.

A nice start to my year...

Wow, still feels weird to try and type '2010'...but that's not the point. I went and seen "Brothers" this evening with Michelle (don't ever tell Theresa...I told her I wasn't going...she wanted to go to a movie, I said I couldn't...lol) and if you know nothing about that movie, weather you've seen a preview or heard about it, or whatever, I dunno. I suddenly regretted going to see it after I got 20 minutes in.

I don't remember if Tony remembers about this blog, if he does, then he'll just read what I don't think I have the guts to say. If not, well, I get to vent either way...

To give you some back ground on the movie (without giving it all away) There are 2 brothers. Duh. One, in the Marines, is set to deploy literally the day after his brother gets out of prison. The marine is sent to Afghanistan, apparently not his first tour...something happens, and the 2 marines go to his wife's house to tell her he is dead. They have the funeral, very sad, etc. The brother who just got out of prison; who is a total loser, technically, drinks all the time, very irresponsible, his father always wishes he could be more like his brother...anyways, because he feels pulled to help out, ends up trying to be the "man" for the 2 kids the marine left behind. At one point, the widow and the ex-con are sitting, chatting, about how miserable their lives are, how the widow never gave him the time of day back in high school, etc. They kiss. But that's all. Then LO! The marine isn't actually dean! He's been alive, a prisoner for like 4 months!!! Now he's home, covered in scars, as he was tortured...of course, the question comes out of the ex-con and the wife hooking up...which both deny, but things happen, (the little daughter freaking out on the father and lying) and the marine thinks she and the ex-con are just lying, and since his time in Afghanistan was so........AWFUL is putting it mild, he snapped, and at one point had a gun to his head....trying not to give too much away, there is obviously a whole lot more to that...details that I can't type.

So, obviously, seeing some of this movie, as Tony predicted, made my eyes swelled up with tears once in a while, it seemed half the time I was holding my breath. I knew this was one of my fears; not that I'm going to sleep with Tony's brother, or any type of infidelity, but him coming home, being traumatized just by the things he's had to do or see, which he won't tell me if he's seen or done anything...not the point, I think my biggest fear is that when he comes home, he's not going to be the same. Wait, I take part of that back, I know he's not going to be the same, but I am afraid he will come back and be stuck in a bad way. It scares me to death that I won't be able to help him, if he needs it, or maybe he won't open up to me, he won't tell me if he is drowning.

I do recommend seeing this movie, it's...um...intense.