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Thursday, June 04, 2009

Adventures in Moulton

I consider myself to be a very law abiding and respectful citizen. However, on June 2nd I found myself on the other side of the law...well sort of.

About month ago an over zealous officer eager to show off his new dodge charger police vehicle( probably having nothing better to do) decided to pull over an unsuspecting motorist... me. I was driving from birmingham to florence in order to make it to my 11 am class. All of a sudden on the 157 stretch from Moulton to florence a blur of flashing lights and noise pulled out behind and beckoned me over to the side. I looked down at my speedometer and saw that I was actually going the speed limit. Seriously, not the customary 5 miles over, but the actual speed limit, trust me I to was very surprised. I knew that this was not going to be a pleasant experience because A: I knew this douche bag was going to make me late for class and B: my dog Kumar was in the car with me. Kumar is not what you'd call a "friendly" dog. Anyway, I pulled over and as the officer approached Kumar began is customary display of teeth at the window, snapping and growling very menacingly. so to avoid any complications I jumped out of my car with my hands in sight. the officer's hand drifted to his gun, but only for a second. Kumar continued to  lunge and press his pearly whites to the window and I had to explain to the officer that he doesn't like pigs...I mean strangers. Anyway the officer gave me a ticket for my insurance card (not my insurance) being expired and for not wearing my glass, which by the way I don't need and was never given an eye test to determine that. Ok well I told you this semi-boring story to tell you this one...

The date of Scheduled court appearance fell the date of my first day of summer class, so I called up the moulton city hall and explained my predicament. They told me to come in the next day in order to get it sorted all out. So the next morning I dutifully drove to the happenin' town of Moulton, Alabama to get this all sorted out. I get to the clerk's office and am helped by a lady with a glorious giant beehive updo, complete with jeweled spectacles. This is day is looking up. Anyway beehive lady was able to dismiss the insurance ticket, but recommended that I visit the DA to talk about the vision restriction stuff. She told me were to go and I hurriedly made my way to his office. There was no one at the assistant's desk so I timidly knocked on his big oak door. He opened the door and said " Oh yes yes come in I've been expecting you", this of course kind of confused me, but i figured that Madam Beehive had called him and told him that i was coming. So he directed me in a chair and here is how the dialogue went:

DA: Well, we have a lot to talk about

Me: really?

DA: yes, of course! This is a pretty big deal you know

Me: Are you serious (at this time I was getting a little nervous)

DA: Of course I am serious!

Me: I mean I guess i can see where this could be a big deal.

::at this time the DA Pulls out a giant folder with papers just crammed in to it. My mind began to race and I started thinking holy shit, holy shit! holy shit!! Is that my folder!!! Jesus Christ !why is it that big! Is that like my life history! Oh my god! Is that my FBI file! What have I done! Oh god what have I done!!! Did i kill someone? I bet i did I kill someone! why didn't anyone tell me! That's something you should tell somebody! AHHHHHHH!!!::

DA:  you know this isn't your first offense

ME: ::gulp:: yes i know i've had tickets before

DA: Be serious! your court date is in less than two months!

ME: what? it was supposed to be in two days?

DA: don't be ridiculous

ME: ok I'll try

DA: This is your third drug related offense and...

ME: WHAT!!!!

::at this time his assistant opens the door and says "sir, your 10:00 apt is here"

DA: (staring at me) you're not my 10:00? you're not Maria Sanchez?

ME: No!!! the lady upstairs sent me down here to talk to you about traffic ticket stuff..

DA: oh! well I guess ummmmmm, wow... who are you?

Me: Jo Ellen Santos

DA: uhhh well how can i help you?

ME: Uhh that's ok you and Maria need to get working

Needless to say that was a very interesting day

 

 

 


Monday, March 23, 2009

Pictures from the road trip

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Tuesday, December 09, 2008

The Fight

 

This written awhile ago, but I didn't post it because I wasn't sure I wanted any negative feed back about either of the fighters.

On Saturday night I sat down to watch the fight that never should have been. In sports it is always difficult to watch two teams that you like battle it out. You're not sure which one that you want to win, but essentially it's a win win for you because a team you like ultimately is victorious. For me Boxing is the exception. Probably the most brutal and primitive of sports, boxing fans are behind their fighters with an almost blood thirsty rage. Though many of us can appreciate the athleticism and skill of the athletes involved, in the end it boils down to the stuff that school yard brawls are made of...the desire for our guy to beat the shit out of the other guy. However on Saturday night i had to watch two of my heros fight and at the end  of the 12 (or shorter in this case) rounds i knew that one of them would have to fall.

Oscar De La hoya Aka : The Golden Boy, was the first fighter that truly made me love the sport. With his good looks, determined attitude and the desire to please the crowd, he brought a level of class and romance to the sport that was once thought to be long gone. He is a consummate boxer and a man that won't duck fight, Oscar is a boxer that had the ability to inspire. Never in my wilds dreams did i ever think that the career my Oscar would be ended by the other boxer that i savagely support. That man being none other than Manny Pacquiao. Not only is he the pride of a country that I love and identify as  my motherland, he is a fighter in ever sense of the word. He fought his way from extreme poverty to become one of the most (if not the most) exciting and fierce boxers in history.  Manny "Pacman" Pacquiao, the Mexecutioner and the pride of a nation, and with every win, every hard won battle, he to has the ability to make you believe.

There is something extremely personal between a fan and the fighter that they have picked. As you follow their career and invest a piece of your self, dare i say your heart, in them it makes each victory sweeter, but each loss that much more heart breaking. Both of these men, I've watched bleed and sweat. I watched their greatest victories and their most crushing defeats. Even though i don't personally know them I feel connected to them as a fan and as a member of the human race. To me when i watch a match I feel as if i am watching a man wager is dignity. He believes in him self so much that he is able to step in to the ring and face his opponent head on with no safety net,  no teammates or timeouts. All he has is a ref to make sure he doesn't get beat to death and the promise of a bell to ring between rounds. I admire all boxers for this courage (even that annoying bastard Mayweather).

As I sat there on that saturday night, with mikey threatening anyone in the room who dare cheer for De la hoya, and Delia jabbering excitedly in a mix of tagalog and butchered english, I tried desperately to get excited, but could not shake the feeling of apprehension. The fight began and immediately, when i saw the frail body of De la Hoya who had lost to much weight (I had a flash back to the Morales fight when Morales looked gaunt) , I knew he would be no match for Pacman. It was a massacre, happy that Pacquiao had won and crushed that De La hoya's days as a boxer were over, I didn't know what to feel. At end of it all De la hoya went to the other end of the ring to embrace the man who had just beaten him so badly. I will never for get how Pacquiao told Oscar that "no matter what happens you are still my idol" and Oscar replying " No man your my idol now". 

The time of the Golden Boy are over, let the Pacman era begin (technically it's has been going on for awhile, but now no one can deny the force that is Manny Pacquiao)! Now I want him to beat the shit out of Ricky Hatton and Floyd Mayweather. I don't want him to just beat Mayweather, I want Pacam to humiliate him. Mwahahahahahaha.


Friday, March 21, 2008

today

Right now it is friday and I am sitting in cristy beach chair (I still haven't brought any furniture..it.s heavy) thinking about the day that I could make for myself. I am off work today and I think that I am ready for a little adventure. Today when i take my deep breaths i get excited for i feel that there is so much possiblity in the air. This post may be corny, but don't you ever get the feeling that anything can happen?  somedays don't you wake up and just know that this could be one of the best days ever?  one of those days that you look back on many years from now and think of it with a longing and a smile. Yes I believe today will be one of those days for me! I  have the power to make it so!


Sunday, February 17, 2008

To our cookie

You were a good rat. You were never scared of us, you never bit us (only joseph once when he covered is finger in cheese wiz) and whenever you managed to escape your cage you always came back. I will always remember your love for fortune cookies and dog food, how mom yelled at joseph  because of your massive medical bills (cookie was a 6 rat that a massed  an almost 250 dollar medical bill), and the cute way you would snuggle in joseph's pocket. As far as rats go, in my opinion, master splinter had nothing on you. We will miss you.

cookieandjeff

Cookie with Jeff and I. Christmas 2006

(taken from jeff's facebook album)



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