A Jeep Story!

A funny one to me. It was torture, very much torture, but it was it was something new to me. And I joined the world. I used to ride shotgun in my husband's seat, like literally all the time. And then boom, I'm in the spotlight. And so literally not having an offered story, but having more.
And David told me that I had one. And then here you're. Oh, my God. Putting putting both of those, you know, helpful and inspiring and funny and playful and something both that just went together like you're freaking genius. I love it. Well, I don't know if I could have written your story without Leah's help. So she gets a little she gets a little shout out because she she filled in some of the blanks. When you were having a hysterical fit over that bat. So I got to thank her for that. And for those who haven't read the story yet. Yeah, the bat. My editor thought that was one of the most favorite things in the book actually was the bat. Yeah. So being that we have time on the show, David, you and I were talking about it, that perhaps Marissa and I would both read our story this way to get it out there. And we could have a giggle or a sob or whatever. And this way, it's a pretty good way to introduce ourselves to our new audience of cheap. So, text, text chat and also to get people more exposed to your book, which I think everyone should have. I mean, your other one is a life changer. So I have to tell you, reading this one. And the first chapter about being on the plane and the taking shoes off and the food and I'm identifying with everything. Don't give me a little. Give me a little. All right. So let me ask you a question, though. Are are you capable of reading your story allowed for the whole world to hear it in your voice because it's a vulnerable story. I will do it. I'd love to hear it. I'd love to hear it in your voice. I don't you know, it's funny. I read it last night when I got home at eleven thirty from a long day of rails and everything. And it's different than the first copy that you had sent to me. And it was amazing reading it. But now reading it to you who put this together, this is an entirely different experience. So here I go. I want to throw in. I'm going to throw in first that I am a different breed. I am a different breed in a sense where I like to wait on things. These make me a little nervous, but also in the same sense excited. And so I remember last week when we were talking that, you know, we're going to do the whole chick pad. And we're going to introduce that and talk about it. The story sort of possibly when my book came in, I shared it with everyone.
And I had to personally sit down and read my story. And I wanted to save this moment for this moment. And so I am don't do that.
Surprise. At least reduce reduce property when you do it. Absolutely. absolutely. So I'm excited. Are you ready? In time. But yes, Jamie, I couldn't be more excited to hear your story from your mouth.
Let's do it. Steering towards sobriety. My Jeep's role in recovery.
The cold of December 14, 2014 clung to me like a shadow. My husband of 13 years had just left two months prior. I was wading through a haze of newfound independence, garnished with wild partying. While I'd always dance with liquor and drugs that night my feet would trip.
I used some extra money to throw a lavish Christmas party at the local clubhouse. The evening was set. A well-stocked bar brimming with champagne and guests clutching bottles of their favorite poison.
My fresh wounds of heartbreak and deep-seated anxiety compelled me to drown them in intoxicating waves of liquor. I achieved, Godzilla taking over the city, levels of drugs. As hours passed, someone inquired if I'd eaten. No, no, I'm good. I slurred back. I could buy two champagne bottles, two and a half bottles of Jack Daniel's apple cider whiskey, and my spicy introduction to Fireball Shop. I was consuming enough for an entire party. By 9 o'clock my world went dark. The following morning I awoke in a disoriented state, finding myself in my own bed beside a man I had only recently begun to date. A glance out the window revealed my brand new Jeep parked outside. "How did my Jeep end up here?" I asked.
I freaking love you. We did it. Holy crap. You guys are nuts. I can't even. You're my friend. You're my new friend.