Monthly Archives: January 2008

In Real Life, Bumper Cars Are Not Fun!

In Real Life, Bumper Cars Are Not Fun!

 You know how when someone tells a story you recall so many things that may or may not go along with that story? A blogger friend of mine (if you regularly read someone’s blog, they are like a friend of yours because you know about their family, their celebrations and their hard times, right?) had a rough week because of an incident with her daughter having to ID someone who was a very bad man. This made my memory recall several things. Luckily for me, there was no assault involved but it was scary just the same!

When I was 18, my brother was killed in a horrific car accident. For a while, I wouldn’t ride in the car when someone else was driving, I just drove myself, even if it meant being by myself and paying extra for gas and parking. Several months later I finally decided to ride as a passenger in the vehicle of an experienced, safe, adult driver. After youth group, the two of us decided to go see a movie 3 blocks away. This was a GIANT baby step for me. We left the church parking lot, made a left turn at a light onto another street. We were talking and laughing. Ahead of us I saw an oncoming car swerve into our lane. We were on a two lane each direction road and we were in the left lane.

The oncoming car was heading down the road pretty fast and he entered our lane one more time but only a little. The third time he entered it, he hit us head on. I guess it made a very, very loud noise because several kids and adults from the youth group came running around the corner and up the street to see what happened. Later, they told us that they just had a feeling it was us. The rest of this happened in such slow motion but this is how I remember it.

I jumped out of the car because I had a feeling that this guy was going to take off. It was dusk and kind of hard to see. My door still could open and I wasn’t hurt. I jumped out and looked around. Traffic was sparse. This man had hit us head on and the front of his car was totaled and all of the glass was broken yet his car kept going. He ended up turning around and going around our stopped car and taking off in the direction WE were heading. He looked right at me as he drove by. I obtained 6 of the 7 numbers on his plates but I didn’t know which one was missing. We called the police and they told us to move the car out of the road. This puzzled me because A. maybe the car wouldn’t move and B. I thought you don’t move it until there is an investigation.

The police arrived and we had to call my parents (good God that took me forever. How do you call your parents who just lost a child and tell them you’ve been in a car accident and not expect them to freak out?) and our friends moved the car. All I remember about this part is the police coming, taking measurements with their little rolly thingy, asking me questions and then making up a scenario for me that did not match up with my story. NO! He was not attempting to make a left turn into the driveway on our side of the road! Well, according to their measurements, the car HADN’T been hit where I said it had. If they hadn’t made us MOVE THE CAR, they could have seen that the car WAS where I said it had been, plus glass flies and spreads out a bit, particularly when both cars are moving and one runs away!

I told the police that the car was a stick shift car; they argued with me and asked how I could possibly know that. I told them I had jumped from the car and seen the man and heard the car shift gears several times as he zoomed away. “IMPOSSIBLE” they balked. Well, what do ya know. A car matching the description that I had given was found in a neighborhood not to far away with a drunk man in it. The police separated my friend and me into different police cars and drove us to the scene. They asked us separately to identify the man in the middle of the street. She said that she could not because she hadn’t seen him. I asked if I could see the car because that would help me, I had seen more of the car than the man. They refused. They shinned lights on the man so that he could be seen and I could not. They gave me paper work for a citizen’s arrest and said that if I was wrong about the identity of the man, I could go to jail or be fined. If I was correct, I might have to testify in court. Way to make a girl feel confident. After telling me I was so wrong about how and where the accident happened and then telling me that I MIGHT be wrong about this man, I was ready to pee my pants!

I looked at the man and he looked like he could be the same guy but I wasn’t sure. He was standing shirtless in the middle of the street with two officers, screaming. I said that the man in the car had a whitish shirt on. The police men went over to the car and pulled out a white shirt and told him to put it on. Grrr, how could I be sure! If I could see the car, I would know! I told them he had on a white hat. They pulled a white hat out of the car (the car was there but unlit and I couldn’t see it at all by this time of night). They made the man put the hat on. YES! It was him. I confidently signed the paper work and we returned to the scene of the crime. After we got a look at the car of course. This view cemented my confidence that this was the man but it also made me amazed that he was able to still drive. It was all kinds of messed up!

Later that night while we were still at the scene, we learned that the plates were stolen, he was uninsured, the man was drunk, he was a suspect in the case of a robbery at Arby’s AND he hit-and-ran us! Not bad for a day’s work in the line of criminal catching. Oh, and the police had to retake their little measurements and tell me that I was correct about the placement of the vehicles and the crash. Apparently, measurements are different when someone is drunk. OR, maybe it’s just that he REALLY WAS swerving into our lane since he was drunk.

Yes, I did eventually ride in other people’s cars. This big bump put me back in the driver’s seat for a while but I think it also demonstrated that I will survive, even if someone does happen to get into an accident while I’m in the car. I never had to testify or see this guy again.

A Night in the City

A Night in the City

 So, the weather…

Tuesday night five of us went to the city for the evening. Doesn’t that just sound so classy? We partook in fine dinning and a night at the theatre. Even classier, right? Actually, we hoped in the car, cursed our way into a parking spot and bailed from the car quickly because there was a homeless (why do we assume homeless?) woman asking people for money near the parking meters. The man she asked before we got out of the car said something along the lines of, “NO!” followed by some friendly rant about how he works. Thankful for his distraction, we bailed ship and ran; poor KC was caught up but pretended to be on the phone and ignored her. Is this bad or mean?

We ate at the local Cajun food dive. Yummiest food near the parking meters! I ate a red beans and sausage mixture and some Italian chicken concoction. The chili cheese etouffe looked and smelled delish but I can’t eat crawfish on the account that it has the work fish in its name AND my totally cute pet crawfish stank so badly when it died twenty years ago.

Following dinner we drove to the theatre and were the first people inside (I take doors opening at 7pm, show starting at 8 to mean that it’s going to be crowded and we best get there and grab a good seat)! About 45 minutes later the theatre filled and a while after that, the show started. Did I mention it was a comedy show, not a play? The comedians were very funny but I am so tired of the words “mother f’er” and the “N” word in their entirety. Don’t worry these were not white comedians using these words, nor was this a majority white audience. Besides my complaints about the over usage of those two words, I had a great time.

The weird thing was that each comedian made reference to the monsoon and tornado and crazy weather outside. The five of us kept looking at each other funny and we finally decided that at some point, the weather had turned sour but we were already in the theatre and didn’t know about it. Sure enough, after the show, we left and outside there was a total change from the mild 50ish degree weather we had left earlier that evening. There were giant snow flakes flying through the air, ice patches and puddles all over the sidewalks, and worst of all, freezing cold wind whipping our ears. Some people didn’t even have coats because the weather had been so mild.

The car was iced over from freezing rain and it was near impossible to get into the car. Once we were in the car, we couldn’t go anywhere because the windows needed to de-ice and it was too cold to move let alone steer a car. Tomorrow, everyone is expecting the schools to have a 2 hour weather delay. I want a cancellation!

My night in the ER

My night in the ER

This story among others is much delayed because of the craziness that the website brought me at Christmas.

I was working late at the retail store, it was busy and there was much to be done since Christmas was a week away. As I was returning the sports apparel to the sports department, I took a little detour into the men’s underwear department to check out the ripped abs on the front of the packaging. All of a sudden I felt a terrible stabbing/throbbing/punching/biting/butt kicking pain on the right side of my body below my ribs but above my hip bone. I keeled over for a second, trying to act totally normal, my eyes were level with the belly button of a tan man on the front of the Jockey underwear packaging. I said a little prayer and stood up.

As I continued my journey I felt the jabbing pain every time I walked. Luck for me it dissipated about 3 minutes later. For the next hour and a half the pain returned in a muted fashion but it wasn’t unbearable until a few minutes before my scheduled break time. I headed to the break room for some help. Someone went to get help but none came so I walked or staggered to my car and returned a call to my mother in law. Meanwhile, the pain wavered in and out, causing terrible pain every few minutes. My in-laws and I decided that it might be my appendix so I started driving to the hospital, they started heading towards the hospital, KC started heading towards the hospital and Jay started heading towards the hospital. 

When I arrived at the ER, I was in tears but not out of pain, just out of fear. My license was in my work locker and my insurance cards were at home. Despite all of this, they helped me. So began my long wait in the ER. Soon my supporters arrived one at a time (or two at a time in the case of my in-laws). We all waited together until I was finally seen. I had an IV put into my arm and blood drawn. The results came back fine so they decided to do an MRI. With the MRI came about half a gallon of nasty crystal light tasting lemonade. I think the “lemonade” was more painful than anything.

Five or so hours after I entered the ER, I went home with a prescription for pain killers, exhaustion and the news that I had cysts on my ovaries and one had burst (hence the pain). Yay! Lucky me! 

Hair Be Gone

Hair Be Gone

 Now that I’m older, my hair is not growing as fast as it used to. This being said, last night I took some inches off of my hair. It may not look like much to you but knowing how long it took me to get there makes it seem like a lot to me.

If so many people tell you that your hair looks soooo much better or something to that effect, what does that mean for how it looked before? Did it really look terrible? I do feel lighter, younger, etc. Overall, I’m just hoping that it takes some serious time off of my primping in the the morning.

Snow Cold!

Snow Cold!

 Jay and I had an amazing weekend with some of our friends from church and the youth group! We left Friday (we got a two hour late start)  and met up with the church bus and about 9 or 10 others from the youth group for dinner. After a slow go through the snow (nice rhyme) and the purchase of a $40 bathing suit, we arrived at the lodge at the state park. I headed straight to bed and Jay went out and played with the kids.

Saturday morning Jay went to play again and I slept in until 9am. It wasn’t a very restful night of sleep due to thin walls and the fact that the pipes from every toilet/bath/sink/shower from every room must connect to our bathtub. All night I heard rushing water and people in the hallways. When Jay and the kids were done tobogganing, I dragged him down to the lake. I’ve already begun my next 101 things list as I am working on the current one. On my list for next time I have written: stand on a frozen lake. Not being from the cold weather, I’ve never had this opportunity until NOW!

After lunch, the kids all wanted to swim in the pool. I suggested that  we were in our suits, we all run down to the lake, stand on it and take a photo in our bathing suits. It was sooooo much fun! The pictures are so cute! Swimming inside was much warmer. Later, I rode the toboggan with Jay and two of the parents. The evening concluded with some socializing with the adults and a bottle of cherry wine.

On Sunday morning we packed up, ate a delicious brunch and said good-bye to the 70+ people in the group and went home. The church has this trip every two years and I cannot WAIT until next time!

3 Floods = a new floor! I hope.

3 Floods = a new floor! I hope.

Some friends of mine put tile in their kitchen last year and it looks beautiful. Jay and I decided on tile for the master bath and it also looks beautiful. While Jay finished the tile rather quickly and we had use of our bathroom after a week, I won’t tell you how long we went without a toilet. Our friends had their meals in restaurants for almost two months! The purpose of doing home improvement projects yourself is to SAVE money! This is why I have decided that IF we decide to redo the kitchen floor (from the flood in July—story to follow in a few days), then I want to have someone come and do it for us.

This flooring is much needed and I really hope that it all works out financially. IF it does work out financially, this is what I want:

 AND IF it does work out financially, this is probably what I will get! I’ll tell you all some more later! DD Momma and I are gearing up for the home show! We’re attending next week and VERY excited. We always get some crazy ideas when this time of year comes around!

 

Career Search Update

Career Search Update

 As of today, I have officially sent in the resume and cover letter for a job that could mean good things for Jay and me. Please start praying and/or sending good thoughts our way. I want this job almost as badly as I wanted the job that I interviewed for a year ago. In some ways, I want it more. I’m thinking positively about this job….

Also, Jay made me promise him that if (WHEN) I get this new job, I won’t tell ANYONE about my blog… :(

Rub a Dub Dub, a Flood from the Tub

Rub a Dub Dub, a Flood from the Tub

 Let me tell you a story. The story is called, NOAH SHOULD HAVE BUILT AN ARK IN MY HOUSE!!!!! Once upon a time in 2003, my husband and I selected a brand new house in a brand new neighborhood. The house was a two story home and would be completed in several months for his move in.

Two months after completion and move-in (his, not mine), we were in the kitchen enjoying dinner when a roommate came in the kitchen from the garage in his socks. His dry socks became wet when he stepped in a giant pool of water. He looked up and water was dripping from the light fixture in the ceiling. On the second floor in that very spot sits our gorgeous garden tub. I called the builder; a plumber came out, cut out the ceiling and couldn’t find a leak in the pipes. So, he cut into the wall behind the tub from our closet. No leaky pipe.

Everyone scratches their heads; he fills and empties the tub 3 or 4 more times. The kitchen floor gets wet each time. He takes the drain out and replaces it. He fills the tub and it still leaks. Finally, he has an idea. There is a tiny sliver of a slice in the side of the tub. It only leaks when the water reaches a certain level! Despite my pleas, we did not get a new tub, no, we got a “repair” in the tub. To this day, it has a yellowed stain despite their GUARANTEE that it won’t.

We should start a tally for the stories that I tell you here. Repairs & Replacements: 1 new ceiling in kitchen, 1 new wall in closet, 1 repair in garden tub.

I am WOMAN and I am HUMAN!

I am WOMAN and I am HUMAN!

 Is anyone out there respected at their place of employment? I feel like I am a nice person and I try to abide by all of the rules and I appreciate it when other people follow those same rules. However, I am treated so poorly that it drives me crazy! At what point is someone treated so badly and with such disrespect that they decide that people may be right and that they do not deserve the same respect that they extend to others? I’m not saying that I am there quite yet otherwise I wouldn’t be writing this. But really, some people are spirit killers.

Between my three jobs I am walked on by coworkers who are in a power struggle (you are retiring, get over it, next year you won’t own anyone!) and clients/customers who think that they are better than you because they have pigeon holed you into a group that you know you don’t belong.

Sorry, I woke up with a stomach ache and then I was involved in a situation where someone who is not my supervisor continues to try to achieve control over a place that she shouldn’t have control just to try to put me in what she believes to be “my place”. For my anger and frustration, I apologize. I feel like this respect thing is a theme in my life lately. In my next place of employment, I beg for respect and the opportunity to be treated like a HUMAN!

Thing #94 – Go Ice Skating

Thing #94 – Go Ice Skating

 Some of you may remember my pledge to finish 101 things in 1001 days. Well, I am well on my way. In the past month and a half I have made plans to take care of crossing off many things but as off Friday, I have crossed off one thing.

Thing # 94 – Go ice skating.

On Friday night I went ice skating with my husband Jay, Special Friend and Special Girl-Friend. It was a lot of fun but I also didn’t remember my  feet hurting so much when I was younger. Now, I don’t really want to brag but I still have some skate in me! I can skate forwards and turn and do little circles and hold hands skating… I didn’t even fall! Here is a photo of Special Girl-friend and I sitting out (I admit, I was a bit fearful of my ankles getting hurt so I did a few laps and sat, did a lap or two and sat. I was even the first to switch back to shoes.

We had a great time and I even got to wear my cold weather gear! The thing I hate about wearing cold weather gear is that as soon as you take all that time to get it on, you are back in the car or back indoors just to take it off again. Not when ice skating! I could have worn even more gear!

In other Things News, for Thing # 3, I’ve lost 10 pounds! I’m 1/6th of the way there!