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Most of the time I’m a good person.  Most of the time I do the right thing.  Then sometimes, I’m still as stupid as I was out surfing those cars. Case in point, my recent first and only misdemeanor conviction for assault and battery.   Yep, I punched a manager of a tanning salon in the face over not honoring my Groupon and being mean to the elderly lady in front of me.  The end results?  Arrest warrant, hoping I wasn’t on the lam, probation, and lots and lots of mullah.   Mullah that could have most definitely been used to fix my mechanically challenged Jeep.  But that’s another story.

So here I am on 6 months’ probation that mostly just sux ass.  I can’t drink.  Not even an O-Doulle’s because apparently, they have enough alcohol in them to show up on my random alcohol and drug test I am subjected to daily.  I can’t go out of state without permission.  I must go to weekly therapy and yes, I know that is probably not a bad idea at all.  The ONLY thing saving me is they recognize my medical marijuana card, so I do not have to stay stone-cold sober for 6 months.  Was drinking involved in me punching this girl? No.  It was not.  But apparently, I need to be sober from alcohol for the next 6 months to prove I don’t have a drinking problem that didn’t have anything to do with my assault in the first place.  Thanks Tonya.  Way to go.

Forty-eight is next week.  I didn’t make a new year’s resolution, but I guess one made me and so here I am adulting in my late forties.  It’s a novel idea. I think in reality I have aged from someone who acts like a twelve-year-old to one who acts like a 17-year-old most of the time, but hey, it’s progress.  I’m blaming the little one.  Little shit proves nurture over nature is an actual thing.  How one human being could make me pay for my raising so much and yet, give me a kid I’d never do without is beyond me.  God’s got a whacky sense of humor sometimes.

On a final note, it’s cold as shit outside today.  News Channel 9 says the feels like temp is 10 friggin degrees.  Ha, I looked that up so there ya go. Look at me! I wasn’t too lazy to pick up my dang phone and push the screen once.  Geezus gawd help me.  I seriously was that lazy.  Go back.  Read the blogs.  There’s proof.  Welcome to Tonya Spencer 2.0, glad you're here.








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