The Move, My Vaca, and Chicken S Tickets

Well, it's been about two months since I last posted. A lot of new and exciting things have happened since then:

I moved in with my grandma at the end of July. So far so good. A few people have asked me why I moved in with my grandma, and the reasons for that are multiple. Reason one, my grandma needs some extra money. Reason two, when my sister moved back in with our parents, she had to live in the basement. For the last several years, the basement has been my dad's personal get-a-way. With me out of the picture, my brother gets his old room back (my old room was his when I went away to college), my sister gets her room back (the room that my brother took over when she moved out), and my dad gets his basement back. Reason three, I was running out of space for my stuff, so now that I live with my grandma, I have more room. There are a few other reasons that I can't think of right now, but those are the main ones.

I went on vacation Saturday-Saturday (August 12-19) this past week. I went with my grandma to my aunt's cottage in Cheboygan. My uncle and two cousins were also there. We stayed there a few days and then later in the week we went to Mackinac Island. It was alright, the place is a little too expensive for my tastes. We stayed in a hotel overnight on the island. That was probably my favorite part because it was nice to see the place at night. Hardly any people on the streets and the smell of horse shit was out of the air. If you didn't already know, cars aren't allowed on the island. In order to get anywhere, you either have to walk, ride a bike, or take a horse carriage. Needless to say, the smell of horse lingers quite a bit while you're on the main street during the day. Come to think of it, that's probably why I don't care too much for Mackinac Island fudge.

Just before I went on vacation, I got pulled over by a cop. I was going to work, just driving along, and all of a sudden I see him behind me with his sirens on. I pull into a side street and stop. He stops behind me, gets out of the car and walks to my car. He asks me for the usual things, license, registration, and proof of insurance. I hand him all my information and he looks at it for a second or two. At this point, I'm dumbfounded because I have no idea what's going on. I wasn't speeding, I didn't run a red light, I didn't make an illegal turn, etc. After a few more seconds, he finally says to me that my car is mislabeled on my proof of insurance. It says Daytona Pacifica on there, but I guess on his computer it just says Pacifica. I was ready to call bull shit at this point, but I know better than that. Personally, I think he was just looking for a reason to pull me over and give me a chicken shit ticket. In any event, he tells me that was all and that I'm free to go. I didn't ask why he pulled me over, but like I said, I think I know why. I think N.W.A. said it best when they said, "Fuck tha Police."

Okay, that is all for this update. I'll try to update more frequently in the future. Not like any of you care. Good day, sir.

I SAID GOOD DAY!