Thank you Milwaukee parking police

Well this week started off with a $30 parking ticket..go figure..in college I (or my dad rather) probably paid the Milwaukee police department thousands of dollars in parking tickets. Probably paved a new road..or bought alot of doughnuts. Apparently you cannot be less than 4 feet away from the driveway...they probably had their tape measure with them. I'm on the list for a parking spot behind my building though (for a nice cheap price of $80 a month) although that will probably end up saving me in the long run!! The rest of the week was fine I suppose...summerfest started so my roommate and I decided to go watch the BIG BANG and see Meatloaf! I was partial to seeing Jack's Mannequin but she doesn't know who they are and she gave me a free ticket (apparently she's got amazing luck because she has won 4 free tickets). Then today rolled around and I find out my ex boyfriend is engaged...woohoo! Congrats...I wish him the most luck in the world (really I do mean this). It is funny timing though because you know you hit rock bottom in life when the last (and only) serious boyfriend you had gets engaged and your dad tells you that you n eed to get a boyfriend (IN THE SAME WEEK). This is my life and how it works out. For the record..I am happy for my ex boyfriend (we are still friends) and DAD I do not need a boyfriend...I am perfectly happy with my cat thankyouverymuch. Oh and my married friend thinks I should try out for the bachelor...I told her if I do I'm going to create as much drama as possible so I can become famous and be all over the tabloids. Think it'll work?

A (h) wkward

The title of this blog is to indicate the theme of my life...which is awkward. My married friend, who prefers to be called Esmerelda says I say the word, awkward weird; with an h. I'm not sure what she's talking about; all I know is that my life usually trends on the awkward route. I like to say awkward, others like to say interesting. IN fact, it is usually so interesting that my friends have told me they would read about my entertaining life that I live. I like to think interesting=bad...but it usually provides humor to the day because its THAT unbelievable. Lets back it up a couple of months to when I was minding my own business traveling to work (to my one of three jobs...crazy I know) when a black Yukon decides he wants to turn into the gas station from the left lane as I'm traveling in the right lane. This manuever (with no turn signal) caused my cute little BMW to collide with his stupid SUV. Of course his car was still driveable, mine was not. I called the police (he clearly did not seem concerned about that...although he did offer me a ride to work). The police came (of course the Milwaukee police came but really we were in Wauwatosa so then we had to wait for Wauwatosa police to come). They gave him a ticket for unsafe lane deviation...I figured great..piece of cake this will definitely get paid for by his insurance. Long story short, his insurance company refused to pay until an attorney got involved and then they got scared and forked the money over. Great...alll taken care of! Then I travel down to Chicago for my friends birthday party where I proceed to fall off someones back while going over a puddle (very large puddle might I add!) which resulted in ALOT of blood, a 911 call, an ambulance ride, CT scan, a broken nose, 4 stitches on my lip, a swollen face for 2 weeks, and looking like I just got Chris Brown'd. This little accident resulted in lots of questions, plenty of crazy (giiiirl are you okay) looks, alot of neosporin, continued use of Maderma, and probably plastic surgery. For the record, the doctor that did my stitches was VERY attractive and I told him plenty of times that anyone who is going to touch my face will also have a nice face...much like himself. So after the whirlwind of having a broken nose and going to doctor visit after doctor visit (did I mention I chipped a tooth...yes I did) I was driving down Bluemound road going to meet a friend for dinner when the car in front of me stopped because she was turning left which led to (yes, another) SUV slamming into me from behind and rear-ending me. By this point...right...how in the world is this possible??? So we pull over and exchange information and call the police who tell us we have to file our own police report. She discusses that she does not want to go through insurance so I tell her I will let her know when I have an estimate. She also mentions she wants to have my dad fix her car too. Perfect...I wreck all of my dad's cars but at least I get him business from the people that hit me?? So the next day I have to run this 5 K with all my friends in Chicago...on the way to the police station to file the accident report my key gets stuck in the ignition. Of course I call my dad who tells me to just risk it and run inside...DAD I'M ON 45TH AND NORTH ave in Milwaukee? Are you crazy? I'm not leaving my keys in the car! So I drive over to my dad's friends shop and pull in and he takes a look and immediately says, "yup you're ignition is shot." GREAT I have to still go to work AND drive to Chicago TODAY. Thankfully I'm really lucky and have amazing people in my life and my dad's friend gives me a car to drive but warns me that he just got it and does not know everything about it. At this point, I'm expecting to break a leg on this run..but I go about my business and do the 5 K which turned out AMAZING. I get back up to MKE and cannot get the gas tank open (you need a key for it). I amazingly managed to make it back to his shop...gave him the car back got in mine and drove away. Alright...that was the gist of how the last couple months have gone. Until the next crazy/interesting/but bound to be awkward thing that happens in my life.