Allison's Ankles

         In my mind, I was going to organize all of my posts in chronological order. That makes sense, right? But you know what? Things do not always make sense. Life is not always organized, nor does it usually go as planned. So, why on earth would my blog? Its not going to. I apologize if that is not your style, but I want to focus on substance rather than just following a guideline. So, were going to go ahead and skip my 2 months of jail and go right into the good stuff. P R I S O N        At 3am I get called to "Pack it up, you're on the next prison run!" --- now let me tell you, this is one of the strangest feelings. You are overwhelmed with so many emotions, anxiousness, fear, excitement, etc. Anyone who has ever been to prison tells you that it is 10x better than the county jail. So, you kind of have something to look forward to. Not only that, but you can begin this chapter and hopefully close it as quickly as possible! In the State of Florida you are allowed to

Good Morning!              One of my many "stipulations" is that I attend Alcoholics Anonymous weekly. In the very beginning, I had absolutely NO interest in going. I was 20 years old. I was not an alcoholic. I lived the same lifestyle of every college student. A DUI does not make you an alcoholic! I was not excited to have the go around "Hi, my name is Allison and I'm an alcoholic!!" ------but then something happened.              I was blessed to have visited an AA room that was in the heart of the city and filled with an array of people. We had some of the most elite attorneys and doctors buying cups of coffee and snacks for some of the homeless men attending. It was a room full of people wanting to genuinely help other people. The energy in the room was like no other. It was a place to get out of yourself, and to empathize with others and just be there for them. I am not sure if it has to do with society or lack of religion, or what? But we are so cau

Hello, Hello, Hello! So, returning to this blog has really sparked some ideas in my head. I am considering moving to my own site. You know, a blog that ends in .com and not blogspot.com haha! It all depends on how well this thing even does. To be honest, when I returned home and dug up this old blog, I was SHOCKED to see all of the traffic it received. I could not believe people had actually posted comments. The reason behind the blog was not only to release my frustrations in a positive way, but it was a way to help others who might be facing a similar situation or know someone who was. When I found myself facing criminal charges I was experiencing so many different emotions. I had no one to truly turn to. There was no one who could relate to me or offer any advice. I did not know ANYONE who could relate to me in any way. None of my friends had ever been arrested. They knew nothing about obtaining legal representation, bond information, probation/house arrest, what to expect in pri

Hello everyone! My, is it good to be back or what? Now please allow me to explain my sudden disappearance. I was not giving up or ignoring my blog in any way. Unfortunately, back in 2013 I was scheduled for a Sentencing Hearing. At the hearing I signed away my life! Literally! I plead guilty and accepted FOUR years in a state correctional facility. Fortunately, I survived that awful experience and I have been released into society. This time I am on "Community Control". Pretty much "House Arrest", but------NO ANKLE MONITORS! Thank the good Lord! My original blog was designed to educate and encourage those experiencing similar experiences. I plan to continue that, but now I have even more information----this time about P R I S O N!  I will focus on Strength, Struggle, and even a little bit of Style.  It is only by the grace of God that I even made it out alive. "Orange is the new black" is a great show, but prison is seriously no joke. It is a worl

     Sorry for being distant. I've had too much going on with my legal situation and its left me feeling exhausted. If it makes you feel better, I wrote a post and then internet explorer closed on me. Ugh, I just cannot get used to Google Chrome. So, let me entertain all of you with my date night last week......      Before house arrest, I was NEVER home. I hope the capitalization can emphasis how much I was not home. I would spend majority of my time at one of my two jobs or at the university I was attending. If I was not working or studying, I would be shopping, dining, or partying. I would go out to lunch with friends or by myself. Yes, I was that girl that said "Party on one!".      These days I cannot wine and dine like I used to. Actually, I can no longer do either. What I can do is order take out or delivery and kick back with some Netflix. Who wants to get dressed up and go out to eat anyways? Yeah........ I still do! But, I can't so I have to work with w

So, I shared my house arrest/ankle bracelet secret with someone from AA today and it went better than I had planned. I've chosen to keep that secret to avoid the prejudgment and aggravation all together. They say in AA we're supposed to leave our judgment at the door, but I don't think everyone follows that rule. Truth is, I sometimes don't. I'm human, it happens! Everyone I've met in AA has been so kind and supportive, and I'd like to keep it that way!     Lately I've been socializing with two of the younger men after meetings. Usually we talk about random things like the weather and so forth, but today I found myself talking to them about everything. Finally one of them said "So, uh, what's your story? Did you drink every day? You just don't really seem...... like an alcoholic".  I considered saying I was an alcoholic and left it at that, but without realizing it, I was already sharing my story.       the two boys were completely st