Last week was one hell of a roller coaster ride. It went up, it went down, it twisted all around, then it went down some more . . . wash, rinse, repeat. Let’s review, shall we:
- Text from hubs “we need to talk.” Uh-oh. Never words you want to hear from someone you love. He was angry with me and we were gonna have a discussion later that evening. Oh boy. Climbing up up up . . .
- Driving home from work in traffic, I get distracted for a moment (something shiny I’m sure), and when I turn back to look at the road . . . car dead stopped about 6 inches in front of me. I slammed on the breaks, but could not stop in time and slammed into his ass. I am fine, he is fine, my car is fine, his bumper is hanging askew off of his car, but no other damage that I can see. We do the calling our insurance company to get our info dance, while sitting in our separate cars, after making sure each other is ok. We exchange info, I apologize for the bajillionty time, he is a super cool guy who actually says at one point after my 20 milliontyeth apology . . . “eh, shit happens.” Of course, being the super cynical and paranoid lawyer that I am, when I give him my email address and he says “oh, are you a lawyer?” my first thought it obviously I’M NOT RICH, DON’T SUE ME!! But he was only asking because he is in law school. Fingers crossed for no suing. We both drove off relatively unscathed and feeling pretty ok about the whole thing considering how much worse it could have been. Plummeting down down down (hands up and screaming!) . . .
- Later that night, massive fight with the hubs. That is all I will say about that. Bad night. Still plummeting and now twisting and turning and doing loopdy loops.
- Email to driver from accident to see if he is still ok, or if he has any mystery aches and pains, to once again apologize, and to just generally check in with him. He emails me back later that day saying that he was worried he might get whiplash (shit!), but woke up feeling fine and is still ok later in the day (phew!). Is once again completely cool about the whole thing and states: “All things considered, it was actually a pretty pleasant accident.” Going up up up again.
- Nothing much happened on Wednesday . . . I surprisingly didn’t have to be in court, I got to see a friend I had not seen in a bit when I went to my new Zumba classes . . . pretty tame day. Until the evening, when an incident occurred . . . which I would not discover until the next morning . . . . . . Just cresting the top of the incline.
- As I am pulling out of my driveway in the morning on my way to work, I see this:
Yep, that’s my mailbox. My mailbox with spray painted graffiti on it. I had been tagged. (the blurriness is my attempt to pixellate my address so as not to share my location with the world).
So, I take this picture, and then proceed to work, as I am currently running late. I figure that I will call the police when I get home that afternoon so I can be there personally to give a statement and file a report. I sent the picture off to the hubs to show him what happened (he was out of town that day) and he was the one that actually asked the question: “Does that say GAY?” And I believe that it does. So, not just vandalism, but possibly a hate crime?
The weird thing is that I live nowhere near the ghetto. I not only live in the suburbs, I could conceivably be described as living in the country, that’s how rural we are out here. There should not be graffiti artists tagging my mailbox.
I found out later that a few other mailboxes were targeted on my street, but those were actually hit with something, most likely trash cans, which tore one mailbox clear off. There were some other incidents in surrounding neighborhoods that evening as well. It was a regular crime spree of vandalism! Add to that the discovery that the replacement cost of the mailbox (which has to conform to all the other green metal mailboxes on the street) is in the hundreds of dollars! What the what?? Yeah, we are painting over that sucker, thank you. Plummeting down down down, twisting turning flipping . . . (Oh god, I might be sick!)
However . . . Thursday was also full of fun and happy occurrences. This was the day that I got to meet another blogger for lunch. This would be only my second meeting of anyone in the blogosphere, and I was pretty excited about it (despite the pall over the day from the mailbox incident).
Red from Doesn’t Speak Klingon is currently residing in Delaware. However, in a mere 2 weeks time, she will be moving back to her home state of Indiana. Since she is pending this big move, and also since she has lived in Delaware for an extended period of time, she has set out to visit places near her that she will miss when she is gone. My city just happened to be one of those places she had plans to visit. So, when I discovered that she was gonna practically be in my backyard, I invited her to meet me for lunch, if she was so inclined. Luckily for me, she was!
We went to a lovely little restaurant a couple blocks from my office. She enjoyed the beautiful weather by walking around for a bit before she met me there. When we met, she told me that I looked just like I sounded. ( :p to Jen and Johi . . . see? Not blonde!). We both ordered the Strawberry Basil Lemonade (yum!) and simultaneously also asked for a glass of water with our drinks. Look at that . . . we are like soulmates! (No offense Brett. I’m just saying . . . at least I’ve met her!). Then, because it’s the state law, I insisted that she order the crabcake. At least for the appetizer. It was quite good, if a bit high on the filler content. But it had a good taste and was a respectable crabcake for Red to experience before she heads to the midwest, the land of cows and corn (not with the crabs so much).
We commemorated the occasion by taking a picture of us at lunch:
Then she ran off for more fun and excitement in the big city and I ran off to get an iced latte before going back to work. Twisting turning loopdy loops, but in a fun, not gonna throw up, kinda way.
Then I left work and headed home. And when I arrived at my house, I found waiting for me an unexpected package. And inside of that package, I found this:
A personal note and 4 slap bracelets from the one and only, twice Freshly Pressed, Jules from Go Guilty Pleasures!! Woo-hoo. Jules had emailed me a few days prior and informed me she was sending these goodies my way, but with the week I was having, I completely forgot about it until I opened the package. Here is a better picture of the fantastic letter she wrote to me:
So full of awesome!! Loopdy looping around and around and WEEEEEE!!!!
This day was relatively uneventful. Except later in the day when I read my friend Johi’s blog and found that she was having a rough time. So I ended up spending the better part of 2 hours that evening chatting with her, which was lovely for me and hopefully the same for her. I always love chatting with my Jo-Jo, so it was a nice night.
This was a great day! This was the day where my family and I participated in a Walk for MS event. It was a wonderful event and a great day.
It was a warm and sunny day. My hubs, myself and the kids, along with a few other family members, walked 5k for an excellent cause.
I organized our group because I though it would be a nice thing to do as a family, it would be an event that would be good for health reasons, and obviously a great cause to walk for.
My husband has a very close childhood friend who has MS. He has had it since college, but just recently has started to deteriorate a bit. He had his own team walking in the race and was able to walk the entire 5K, with assistance of a cane, for the first time in a few years.
There were also a few interesting characters at the event. A guy we called “MS Man” was there:
Then there was this beauty queen who sang the National Anthem:
And a random dude who was walking around after the walk, performing magic tricks for the crowd:
A good time was had by all, all for a good cause. I would say that ended the week on a good note. And thus the roller coaster ride comes to an end . . . hopefully!