We Need To Catch Up.....

Yeah, I'm well aware I've left you hanging for like two weeks now.  My bad.  Shit is just super ridiculous with my life right now.  I still haven't gotten a chance to respond to all your emails, but I promise I'll get to it.

So, what's been going on? you ask.  I guess not a whole lot that I really want to talk about.  I made 3 court appearances and my kids had 4 doctor appointments last week.  Try figuring that all out when you can't drive ANYWHERE.  Let's step back for a minute in case you haven't read between the lines or I wasn't perfectly clear about what's been happening.  Back in mid-November I got a DUI.  It happens.  I'm over it.  I've actually joined the majority of people I know by now having at least one.  Perhaps I need to pick better friends....  My mother now has three daughters that have been convicted of DUI and one daughter killed by a drunk driver.  Ugh.  Anyway, back to the story.  That happened.  Two weeks later I got busted driving under suspension twice because, well, I had to get to work and my original DUI case was continued a ridiculously long time, so I didn't get driving privileges for quite some time.  Went to court for the suspension thing and ended up getting 5 days in jail, suspended, with the provision that I had no violations while I was under probation for a year.

My DUI court date wasn't until January 29th.  I went in and was found guilty (duh), but my judge delayed my sentencing until after I completed my 72 hour rehab stint so he wouldn't have to put me on reporting probation.  Ugh.  I just wanted to get everything done and over with right there, but it saved me some money to do it that way, so it's whatever I guess.  I was granted very liberal driving privileges and sent on my way, to be sentenced on March 28th.  I had to go back and get it changed because of the new job, but that wasn't a problem.   Everything was ok again and I could do the majority of things I wanted/needed to do.

Fast forward to two Fridays ago.  I wasn't thrilled to be working a double shift on a Friday, but with all the fines and that crap, I pretty much couldn't say no.  Let's face it, I wouldn't say no to a Friday night no matter what I had going on....  That's good money right there. 

The crowd was good, the band was good, it was an all around good night until about 11:30.  Josh walks in.  I had said a couple of posts ago that I was planning on seeing him.  I didn't that night because he was too lazy to come over to my house.  It's been months since I've seen him.  He's shit faced & I remember that it's his birthday.  Ugh.  I'm trying to work and he's incessantly texting me from the other side of the bar.  His friends leave and he stays.  Ok then, guess he's going home with me.  Great, just what I need.  At 2:30, I'm done working and trying to get him to the car.  He's busy puking in the parking lot.  Great.  Not only am I not getting laid, but he's puking.  Awesome....  I manage to get him into the car and we set off for my house.  It's only about a mile from the bar to my house and I take the back way to avoid any police.

So I thought anyway.  I go through the back of the neighborhood and just as I'm putting on my turn signal to turn onto my street I notice there are three police cars blocking my turn.  Umm, ok then.  I continue to go straight and at the stop sign make a left so that I can just go in the front of the neighborhood.  As soon as I pull out from the stop sign the cop is behind me.  I accelerate for the whole hundred yards it is to the front of the neighborhood and turn in.  The police car lights up as I pull into the hood.  Fuck.  Just what I need.  Oh, and look, it's Officer Turner, the SAME officer that pulled me over for both of my driving under suspensions.  Fucking fabulous.  He comes up to the car and says "Tara, I didn't think you were eligible to get your license back so soon."  I roll my eyes and say back "Officer Turner, you very well know that I don't have a driver's license, but I'd be happy to show you my driving privileges."  He's not amused.  I pull out my privileges.  He takes them back to his car. 

Eventually he comes back and tells me my ALS (automatic license suspension) is over and my privileges are no longer valid, plus I was 10 minutes outside of my driving time anyway.  I immediately go into panic mode because I'm on probation and a violation sends me to jail for 5 days.  I'm too pretty for jail!!!!  I freak out.  He asks me if I've been drinking.  I tell him no, I had just gotten off work.  He asks why my car reeks of alcohol.  I point at the birthday boy.  He's not buying it.  Ugh.  He asks me to get out of the car and does field sobriety tests.  He says I fail, but I'm in bare feet on concrete that's just about frozen because my feet hurt from my shoes.  I'm tired, you know, working a 17 hour work day tired.  He handcuffs me and takes me to the police station. 

I refuse a breathalyzer test because if there's one thing I learned from the first time, it's NEVER blow.  It's easy for everyone else to say, well if you weren't drunk, you should have just blown to prove a point.  Umm no, that's not happening.  Truth is, I did have a couple of drinks earlier in the evening and I know that those machines aren't all that accurate (believe me, I've seen it fought out in court several times since November), so I wasn't about to get a second DUI in three months.  I'm sitting in the police station handcuffed to the bench hysterical over the fact I'm probably going to jail and didn't even realize my privs were suspended again or I FOR SURE wouldn't have been driving.  Eventually he gets done with his paperwork and they drive me home.  It's 6am.  Ugh.  I spend most of the morning sleeping and trying to figure out how the hell I'm going to get my car out of impound yet again.  Sean calls and I tell him what happened.  He says we'll go on Sunday and get it out and not to worry about it.  Ugh, ok then....  I head off to work at 1, having a nice mile walk there.  I hate walking.....

Monday rolls around and I call my attorney that's handling my custody case.  He tells me for $2500 more he can probably get it taken care of.  FUCK.  There goes Gavin's trip to Spain for sure.  In the meantime, I head to court on Tuesday to get my driving privs fixed so that I can be out until 3am.  I am sentenced on the spot for that DUI even though I haven't done my stint in rehab yet because the judge is tired of dealing with me.  Sweet, all that bullshit is out of the way.  If only I didn't have the other crap to deal with...  Wednesday I go to court and ask for a continuance so that my lawyer has adequate time to figure out what the hell he's going to do with this mess.  The continuance is no problem even though my mom texts me like a hundred times in the hour I'm there to make sure they didn't automatically cart me off to jail right then and there.

Nothing of note happens on Thursday and Friday brings yet another court appearance.  The one where Jordan filed for emergency custody of Little E.  Two hours in a small little conference room later and the judge has determined that there is no cause for E to be removed from my home.  TAKE THAT DOUCHEBAG!!  Too bad it cost me $500 in attorney fees for that bullshit.  Ugh.  My attorney and I reach an agreement that I'll give him $500 biweekly UNTIL THE END OF TIME to get me out of the other thing.  It's whatever.  I need driving privs back STAT.  I have Sean giving me a ride to work every morning because he feels bad that he acted like a fucking jealous idiot at my work Saturday night, but I'd really like to sever that cord soon!

I mean, what did he think he was signing up for hanging out with a girl that basically gets paid to flirt with guys while she gets them drunk?  Really?  Him and JK obviously have something in common and I feel like if I was dating a girl I'd have less relationship drama....  Ugh.  I need to be rid of him with a quickness, unfortunately until the lawyer can do something about this court case, I'm stuck.  I can't stand being dependent on someone else to get me places and last weekend totally sucked because I had to call my mom every time I needed to do something and wasn't nearly as productive as I would have liked to be.  It is what it is I suppose.  If it wasn't for bad luck I wouldn't have any luck at all I suppose. 

So at this point I'm just trying to keep my head down and do what I have to do.  It sucks and isn't something that I necessarily want to do, but I don't have a whole lot of choices right now.  I'll get through it like I always do, but I hate to think that just as things were starting to get better they go down the shitter again.  Ugh.

In other news, I didn't do the photo shoot two weekends ago.  The weather was just waaaaay too shitty to do anything outside or even provide any decent lighting for indoor pics.  Hopefully I'll get them done soon, since the weather appears to be letting up on us a little bit.  Gotta run now my peeps, must finish out the day at Job 1, go pickup Little E and head out to Job 2.  Really, I'm leading a fucking glamorous life.... I swear....