One and One Makes Two, Two and One Make Three

Last night, I had not one, but two near accidents. The first happened while I was on my way to meet my boyfriend for dinner on his break. It was pouring buckets of rain. I came up to a red light near his work and a bolt of lightening shot down and struck the light pole right next to me. It startled me so much I was shaking all the way to pick him up.

After dinner I had relaxed and put the lightning behind me. As I was leaving the parking lot, a small bus hauled ass around the corner of the building and I had to slam on the brakes to avoid a head on collision.

During my brief but nervous ride home, I kept wondering what else was going to go wrong tonight. These things come in threes, as they say. I did make it home without any more incident. I was glad to be home, in my bed.

A Different City Every Night

Last weekend I had an amazing vacation with my boyfriend. We traveled up north to the U.P. and just did our own thing. We both suffer from families who itinerize and I think that this was practically vacation therapy for the both of us.



Friday we spent driving. It took us about 8 hours to get from my house to the hotel. For a second we thought we forgot which hotel we were staying at. No worries, we made it to the right one. The drive is such a beautiful part of the trip. The further north you get, the better. At one point I was driving down a stretch of road that looked like it never ended with walls of enormous trees along the road. It was the most beautiful day I had seen in a long time.



Saturday I took him to Tahquamenon Falls (mentioned in this earlier post). I think he was a little surprised that we were going to go into the falls themselves. We started at the little falls that most people stop and swim in and play in. I got him to go behind the waterfall, but he said the current was too strong to go along it and jump out. We decided to go up the river a little to some very tiny falls. Walking up the river was a little treacherous, but we made it. From the falls upriver, you can see down the other falls and to the lake. It such a gorgeous vantage point.



On the way back down, I fell a few times. I'm probably the most clumsy girl you'll ever meet, and slippery river rocks don't help. He seemed more distressed about it than I was. I tried again to convince him to go behind the falls and jump out, but he wasn't down for it. Instead, he recorded me doing it. Let me tell you, it was exhilarating. Adrenaline. Later that night I taught Alex to play cribbage. He skunked me on his fourth game! I was filled with shame.

Sunday, we went into Sault Ste. Marie and were touristy. We went to the locks that link Lake Huron and Lake Superior and saw two huge ships go through. Plus a cute little baby waved at us. We did a little shopping and picked up the fudge my mom wanted.

Monday we drove home. It felt like it went by a lot faster than Friday's drive. I DJed basically the whole drive, much to Alex's distaste. Haha. I tried to mix it up for him though. It's not my fault he lacks my awesome taste in music.

All in all it was an amazing trip. Very relaxing and it made me feel like an adult. It was my first out of town trip that I planned on my own.

We Were the Victims of Ourselves

I have an update on the arrest situation. First, I'll let you in on what I've done so far:

• We went to our local DMV, the man at the counter deferred me to a hearing officer who was a royal jackass. He sent me to a DMV a little further away who were supposedly able to reinstate my license.
• They couldn't. They suggested I see the hearing officer. I let them know that I had and that I had no intention of going back to him. So they sent me to another county's courthouse to get new papers to prove my license should be reinstated.
  
• My mom and I drove there where we got new papers. I was told to take them into the city because that was the only office that would accept them.
  
• They told us that my license WASN'T suspended and refused my fee money. They told us that I just need SR22 insurance.
• We got the insurance and they kicked it back, stating I didn't need it.
  
• So...
  

After driving all over God's green earth trying to figure out how to fix the problem, my mother and I got in touch with a family friend who is a manager at the DMV to see what he could find out for us. Apparently, when you get your learner's permit they intentionally enter some information wrong so that when you get your license the system prompts the DMV employee to ask for your SS#.

When I got my last ticket, whoever entered my information at the courthouse entered it wrong, into my learner's permit file. This created 2 separate files for me. This is what caused the confusion. This is why every agency (and sometimes different people in the same agency) told me something different.

Thank God our friend got my files combined and the insurance submitted. However, when I gave him my reinstatement papers, he noticed that the woman who gave them to me wrote that my ticket was vacated on 6-23-10. That's all well and good except I wasn't driving a Delorean. She had also put the wrong driver's license # on it. He told me I had to go back to the courthouse for new papers.

Which is what I did today. Just as we were leaving, I noticed that I only got papers for one of two tickets. SO, after getting all the papers I needed and triple checking that they were correct, we went to the nearest DMV to pay the reinstatement fee. The woman there told me that they didn't take vacated reinstatements so I have to take them downtown.

I'll hopefully be doing that tomorrow and all this hell will be behind me.