Don't mess with a Derby Girl...

I am a bit in disbelief of what I did tonight... I came home from an evening of meeting friends out to plan a baby shower for one of my dearest friends in the world. I was in a fantastic mood when I drove up to my apartment and found dozens and dozens of beer bottles littered before my apartment (obviously not mine) and in shock to see an notice from my landlord that there was an "inspection" taking place tomorrow.

I felt, at first, a complete violation of my rights. Then I was angry about the beer bottles. And in a manner unlike me, I slammed my door, grabbed a garbage bag and in English and Spanish started shouting "Mi Casa! This is MY HOUSE." Grabbing the bottle I threw them in the bag, I threw one by my car, breaking it, just for dramatic flair. People poured out of their apartments and I kept yelling, THIS IS MY HOUSE! MY HOUSE. How dare you do this!

I was surprised. I was surprised at my complete anger. Beer was in my hair, on my shoes, I'm sweeping up broken glass. I'm furious. I'm stressed from work. I'm tired. I feel like my right are being violated . I also had to surpress a laugh ... the little of beer bottles had happened before. But this time it had ruined my perfect mood. I finished cleaning up, yelling and went on a walk, to get some air - to calm down - calling one of my friends to tell her how surprised I was by my actions. She suggested that I walk it off and go to bed.

It was really about respect. Respect for the place I call home from both my neighbors and my landlord.

While walking, I laughed because I'm sure everyone thought this is just some crazy woman yelling, about her house. The place I live.

They should know not to mess with a derby girl.