How much more??

Maybe I shouldn't write about bad things when they happen. I guess Satan realizes that we're still alive so that means he can keep targeting us. Around 12:30 a.m. my sister's car got it's back windshield, the two back windows, and the driver's side shot. It was a pellet gun we think. This is the second time it's happened, the last time being in September on the anniversary of when our family's business got broken in to and had over $40,000 worth stolen. The last time, the jerk shot out my back windshield and a hole in my taillight. He also put 6 bullet holes in my sister's car and shot out her back windshield. We discovered it when she was leaving for work and I was leaving for class. This time he did what I mentioned earlier and shot three holes in my dad's work van windshield. I discovered it this time. We of course have no way of knowing who did this. At first I was OK and trying to handle it without my sister finding out because she called in to work sick today with a cold. But mom and dad had gone to visit Tommy in the hospital and, therefore had turned off their cellphones, Deborah and Glenn were in Waynesboro, friends were all out of town, and I ended up listening to every one's voice mail. I was sitting on the front porch so Tina wouldn't hear me and come outside to investigate and be awakened to seeing her car like that again. And in that moment, I felt very alone and unsure of what to do and just started bawling my head off. I wanted to get the glass replaced before she saw it and I couldn't find the people's number that did it last time this happened. And I wasn't sure if I needed to call the police first to file a report (what good that does). And so I just sat there in my pajamas crying on the front porch. And then my phone rang and it was my good friend Carreen wondering if I still wanted to go to the zoo with her and her kids. I was really looking forward to that too. So I sobbed and explained what happened to her and her husband and they came over just to sit with me and wait. :) I finally got in touch with Tommy's son who let me talk to mom. And the worst part of all this is, I had to tell Tina. She never did find out on her own, but the guys that are repairing her car could only get two of the windows today(of course). So she would have found out anyway, and we were about to leave and get some coffee. I figured it was better to tell her instead of her just walking out there and seeing it. And so we've pretty much just taken turns crying since then. I'm SO tired, my eyes hurt, and once again... I'm mad at the world. I swear one day I'll have a happy post. :( Jeesh.....

Tommy

OK, it's official. Everything bad seems to happen in the winter months. Our family's best friend (1 of the triad of the spectacular, love them so much, don't know what we'd do without them, best friends in the world, Spencer bunch) had a heart attack this morning. A heart attack..... It absolutely does not feel real. I wish it wasn't. He's doing "good" now. The doctor put two stints in his artery and he has to stay in the hospital for a couple more days. I just hate things like this because I start to imagine my world without them. My mind replays the most recent memories and then starts going back further, straining to remember everything. I think of how I would feel, how his family would cope, what life would be like, how much things would change. I often do this with people I love, and every time, I get the most horrible dreadful nausea in my stomach. I can't stand to think of what it would be like without him. I love him so much. I guess it goes back to giving every bit of you that you can to the people you love while you still have them, because life is so uncertain. Makes me want to contact all my great friends and family and tell them just how much I really do love them.... sigh.....

Mad at the world

Well, I just got back from court. I got a ticket a few months ago and today was the date I had assigned to appear in court if I thought I was innocent. Did I mention the weather is disgusting as usual, it's frigid and I have a cold? Here's what happened. I'm driving down Summer, approaching Graham, doing the speed limit. It was that fun on and off rain Memphis is so very familiar with. I approach the light and as I'm on the lines, it turns yellow. So naturally I just went on through. I didn't even have to speed up to get through it. Anyways, I'm tooting along and almost 2 miles later I see a cop in my rear view, so I decide I need to get over so he can go on around me. Well, there's traffic in both right lanes for a while so I just got in the turning lane and he got behind me. So I pulled in to this abandoned parking lot and he proceeds to tell me I've broken the law and that I ran that red light. I say that it was yellow and of course I'm just the citizen, so I was wrong. He treated me like a real jerk, even questioned me about why I go to the college I go to instead of the one I have on my tags. (Scuse me I didn't know that was a crime) Also, treated me like an idiot for pulling to the left, God forbid I was nervous there was a cop on my butt and there was traffic all to the right of me. I literally was sobbing and begging him to let me go if he could and he tells me "No, you've broken the law." Anyways, I was bawling all the way to school and during school. So today, I brave the courthouse(funfun!!!!) to claim my innocence. Of the four people I could have pleaded my case with, I got the old fart with the corn cob up his rear who on top of it all was having a bad day obviously. He asks me if I'm guilty or innocent. I say innocent. And he proceeds to launch in to how I should have stopped. And he asks what a yellow light means, it doesn't mean speed up. I tell him that I was so far in the intersection that I didn't even have to speed up to get through it. Then he tells me I should not have been speeding. I say "I wasn't! It was raining and I would have had to slam on my brakes which means the car behind me probably would have rear ended me and I would have slid in to the intersection." So then he says, "OH! Well, if it was raining, you should have been going a lot slower!" I say, "I WAS DOING 35!!!" And he tells me I should have been going slower than that. So I think that the city of Memphis should clearly have "Regular Clear Weather Speed Limit" and then posted below that, the "If It's Raining Speed Limit". 35??? Come on now. He also tells me that he's heard all these excuses before. Anyways, I have to go to driving school for four hours, come back to court to prove I did, pay the fines, not get a ticket between now and May 16th, pay the $7 parking fee again, and once again brave the courthouse so that it won't go on my record. If I'd have known the corn cob guy's mind was already made up before I even went to court, I would have just paid the stupid fee when I got the ticket. So here I am, fuming over the fact that mine and my sister's cars can be shot up in the middle of the night, my family's shop can be broken in to and have tens of thousands stolen from it, a girl can get raped at the campus I go to all without punishment, and here I am, shackled to the law and forced to be treated like a criminal, punished to the fullest extent possible.

I've given in to the madness

Howdy! I'm Brooke and this is my little blog. There is a ton to write about, but I'll leave this entry to just celebrating it's small beginning. :)