The one where Erin KILLS the mood....
The Writer's Block question the other day made me laugh. Instead of thinking about where I'll be 10 years from now, all I've been able to think about the last week or so, is the last 10 years.
It seems like forever ago, but, also, feels like it hasn't been that long. Of course, I say this as I boggle that it's already MARCH.. O.o
Movies have come out, TV shows have been cancelled, bands have disbanded and reunited... THINGS HAPPENED.
Some things I've done in 10 years... mostly in order of occurence:
-got my Jeep, my Chaz.. ♥
-left Kansas State University before I was asked to leave.
-read Harry Potter
-randomly met seleene_paris on Yahoo!Groups (Good GOD, it's been 10 years, girl!)
-got a cell phone
-found Stargate SG-1
-crashed Harry Potter night at City Museum in St. Louis *high fives goylegirl*
-graduated from college
-went to WDW
-saw a space shuttle launch from the parking lot of work
-went to a Utah Jazz game
-met Billy Dee Williams, Peter Mayhew and Warwick Davis
-went to Cowpens
-lost Grandpa
-moved to Florida
-learned how to make beds and fold toilet paper
-cooked bacon and baked chocolate chip cookies on the same tray
-found LiveJournal (thank you bizarra)
-stalked John Schneider around the pool deck
-met Jim Lovell and Scott Carpenter
-got paid to drive a boat
-met Tommy, Rich, Norm and Steve (♥)
-saw Wicked
-went to Disneyland
-stood in Lorelai Gilmore's garage
-saw myself on Ellen and didn't get a copy of Desperate Housewives Season 1 because we weren't in the main audience
-got fired and rehired in two days
-fell into a sick, EPIC!, love-hate relationship with Tin Man
-found Steve
-plotted insanity with buffybot76
-stalked Roger Clyne around Florida
-shared air with Dick Dale
-went to WrestleMania
-went to a wedding on a boat
-went to Gettysburg
-saw the Blues Brothers
-went to Mexico and pulled a Cain
-had dinner with chibi_kaz and ldycat1170 twice
-got my first speeding ticket
-took a chocolate milkshake to oddsbobs's workplace
-slept with kseda <--True story.
-had my first strawberry milkshake, thanks to gatechic
-met Kelly Slater
-saw Flogging Molly for the fourth time
-moved four times in Florida
-moved work three times
-lost friends
-gained friends
-watched friends get married, get divorced, have children and lose loved ones
Mind you, this is not at ALL a complete list.
Now, whyfor all this information? Because none of it should have happened.
10amish MST | February 26, 2000
from the front left | from the front right
What's the saying? Accidents happen within a mile of home? They don't. They happen 22 miles from home. I'd gone home for the weekend, in an attempt to salvage my pride and Physics grade, to get my high school Physics notes. Got a late start the morning before and ended up getting caught in the beginnings of a snowstorm in Nebraska, about six hours out. Normally, I'd have kept driving, because I know those roads. But I also know those roads...
Everything was fine that morning, to the point I'd stopped for a Pepsi and a bag of pretzels at the usual as stop. They were having a sale on six-pack bottles - the tall ones - and I had to have them! Anyway, move up the road about an hour and I was planning to show up at work, just in time to help Mom with the mail - Note: She didn't know I was coming home until I called from Nebraska, because Dad didn't tell her - and just as I could see the city over the rise, everything went wiggy.
I never gave much thought to black ice. Now, it's probably the only thing I fear while driving. Anyway, the sun was shining, the sky was clear and I was 20 minutes out. Suddenly, I was no longer in the right lane, but the left. And, as the tires hit the snowdrift in the median, the right side of the truck lifted up - Thanks, Physics. o.O - and, I SWEAR TO GOD, as soon as I felt the tires leave the road, my only thought was 'I'm not going to be able to open those Pepsis. Ever.'
The tires were off the road, anyway, so my holding the wheel was pointless. Mom still says that my brother claims that the only reason I rolled was because I let go of the wheel. And my response to her is that I let go after. Sad that we still argue about THAT... Anyway, I leaned over to grab a hold of the Pepsis and promptly ignored the open bag of pretzels.
I remember hitting the ground... kinda... and then again. The truck stopped, upside down and facing the other way. Due to the bench seat, I couldn't get my leg over the steering wheel, partly because of the fact that, in order to reach the pedals, I had to have the seat close enough that my knees were practically resting against the dashboard.
By the time I managed to get myself out of the truck, I was thinking TWO things:
#1 I broke the truck. My Dad is going to kill me.
#2 I can't find my glasses. My Dad is going to kill me.
My laundry was everywhere, within arm's reach, thank goodness; and the zipper on my backpack had snapped, so pens, etc., were all over. I remember someone coming over to me - a couple coming from town had stopped and called 911 - she said that she almost didn't take the phone with her that morning - and she kept asking me if I was all right. I was crying because I'd broken the truck and didn't want to face my Dad. And I couldn't find my glasses.
I was so mad at myself that I was seeing red. Literally.
Turns out that, on the first roll I'm pretty sure, my head made contact with the visor. More specifically, the CDs in the visor holder. And, I hit it just right that, like a paper cut, one of the CDs sliced the top of head clean open. You can actually see the rather-permanent Glitch scarpart HERE.
At some point, the ambulance arrived and they loaded me onto a stretcher - apparently a head wound is a bad thing... and the EMT kept asking me questions. All I knew was that Mom wouldn't be at her desk, and I didn't know Dad's work number.
I should point out that this was also my first and only trip in an ambulance...
The hospital was dramatic, because when Dad arrived - someone had been in the office when they called and happened to answer the phone - I started crying and apologizing. I've only ever seen my dad cry TWICE. Once then, and once a few years before. My brother and I still remember that day. And we don't like it.
Then Mom showed up and I wanted to get the HELL out of the hospital - they wouldn't let me off the stretcher and I didn't want to be there and so on. Finally, they cleared me to leave (after pulling glass, etc., from the top of my head) and Dad found out where the truck was. I just wanted my stuff, because I couldn't take it with me in the ambulance.
Dad and I drove out to see where it had happened, but all the snow had melted, so finding it was kind of problematic. We did find it, and I found a few pens, a sock and my glasses. One lens was imbedded in tire tracks from the ambulance, the frames were bent backwards, in another set of tire tracks, and the other lens was somewhere.
We went to WalMart first, to see if they could at least replace the frames. They did, and I had to deal with scratches lenses for a few weeks. Trust me: I didn't mind. Next, we went to see the truck.
There were pretzels imbedded in the roof. And, thankfully, my My Fair Lady record wasn't damaged. The brother and BFAM Gurk went back a few days later to get Dad's box and the stereo. I had to sit at home for a week, because Dad couldn't take me back to school until the weekend. Then, he'd have to come back two weeks later to pick me up. We stopped at the car dealer on the way back into town and saw Chaz and I had him the second day of Spring Break
And I never did open the Pepsis. They sat on the counter in the basement for a few months before I finally got sick of looking at them...
Of all of it, though, the part that FROSTS MY COOKIES is the *$)%% Physics notes. They weren't there.
Long story short too late!: THIS is why I am faithful to Pepsi. May sound like a stupid reason, but it's the only one I've got.
♦ ♦ ♦
No matter where we stand, know that I love you and am always thankful for knowing you. ♥
Now, back to your regularly-scheduled fangirling. ;)
It seems like forever ago, but, also, feels like it hasn't been that long. Of course, I say this as I boggle that it's already MARCH.. O.o
Movies have come out, TV shows have been cancelled, bands have disbanded and reunited... THINGS HAPPENED.
Some things I've done in 10 years... mostly in order of occurence:
-got my Jeep, my Chaz.. ♥
-left Kansas State University before I was asked to leave.
-read Harry Potter
-randomly met seleene_paris on Yahoo!Groups (Good GOD, it's been 10 years, girl!)
-got a cell phone
-found Stargate SG-1
-crashed Harry Potter night at City Museum in St. Louis *high fives goylegirl*
-graduated from college
-went to WDW
-saw a space shuttle launch from the parking lot of work
-went to a Utah Jazz game
-met Billy Dee Williams, Peter Mayhew and Warwick Davis
-went to Cowpens
-lost Grandpa
-moved to Florida
-learned how to make beds and fold toilet paper
-cooked bacon and baked chocolate chip cookies on the same tray
-found LiveJournal (thank you bizarra)
-stalked John Schneider around the pool deck
-met Jim Lovell and Scott Carpenter
-got paid to drive a boat
-met Tommy, Rich, Norm and Steve (♥)
-saw Wicked
-went to Disneyland
-stood in Lorelai Gilmore's garage
-saw myself on Ellen and didn't get a copy of Desperate Housewives Season 1 because we weren't in the main audience
-got fired and rehired in two days
-fell into a sick, EPIC!, love-hate relationship with Tin Man
-found Steve
-plotted insanity with buffybot76
-stalked Roger Clyne around Florida
-shared air with Dick Dale
-went to WrestleMania
-went to a wedding on a boat
-went to Gettysburg
-saw the Blues Brothers
-went to Mexico and pulled a Cain
-had dinner with chibi_kaz and ldycat1170 twice
-got my first speeding ticket
-took a chocolate milkshake to oddsbobs's workplace
-slept with kseda <--True story.
-had my first strawberry milkshake, thanks to gatechic
-met Kelly Slater
-saw Flogging Molly for the fourth time
-moved four times in Florida
-moved work three times
-lost friends
-gained friends
-watched friends get married, get divorced, have children and lose loved ones
Mind you, this is not at ALL a complete list.
Now, whyfor all this information? Because none of it should have happened.
10amish MST | February 26, 2000
from the front left | from the front right
What's the saying? Accidents happen within a mile of home? They don't. They happen 22 miles from home. I'd gone home for the weekend, in an attempt to salvage my pride and Physics grade, to get my high school Physics notes. Got a late start the morning before and ended up getting caught in the beginnings of a snowstorm in Nebraska, about six hours out. Normally, I'd have kept driving, because I know those roads. But I also know those roads...
Everything was fine that morning, to the point I'd stopped for a Pepsi and a bag of pretzels at the usual as stop. They were having a sale on six-pack bottles - the tall ones - and I had to have them! Anyway, move up the road about an hour and I was planning to show up at work, just in time to help Mom with the mail - Note: She didn't know I was coming home until I called from Nebraska, because Dad didn't tell her - and just as I could see the city over the rise, everything went wiggy.
I never gave much thought to black ice. Now, it's probably the only thing I fear while driving. Anyway, the sun was shining, the sky was clear and I was 20 minutes out. Suddenly, I was no longer in the right lane, but the left. And, as the tires hit the snowdrift in the median, the right side of the truck lifted up - Thanks, Physics. o.O - and, I SWEAR TO GOD, as soon as I felt the tires leave the road, my only thought was 'I'm not going to be able to open those Pepsis. Ever.'
The tires were off the road, anyway, so my holding the wheel was pointless. Mom still says that my brother claims that the only reason I rolled was because I let go of the wheel. And my response to her is that I let go after. Sad that we still argue about THAT... Anyway, I leaned over to grab a hold of the Pepsis and promptly ignored the open bag of pretzels.
I remember hitting the ground... kinda... and then again. The truck stopped, upside down and facing the other way. Due to the bench seat, I couldn't get my leg over the steering wheel, partly because of the fact that, in order to reach the pedals, I had to have the seat close enough that my knees were practically resting against the dashboard.
By the time I managed to get myself out of the truck, I was thinking TWO things:
#1 I broke the truck. My Dad is going to kill me.
#2 I can't find my glasses. My Dad is going to kill me.
My laundry was everywhere, within arm's reach, thank goodness; and the zipper on my backpack had snapped, so pens, etc., were all over. I remember someone coming over to me - a couple coming from town had stopped and called 911 - she said that she almost didn't take the phone with her that morning - and she kept asking me if I was all right. I was crying because I'd broken the truck and didn't want to face my Dad. And I couldn't find my glasses.
I was so mad at myself that I was seeing red. Literally.
Turns out that, on the first roll I'm pretty sure, my head made contact with the visor. More specifically, the CDs in the visor holder. And, I hit it just right that, like a paper cut, one of the CDs sliced the top of head clean open. You can actually see the rather-permanent Glitch scarpart HERE.
At some point, the ambulance arrived and they loaded me onto a stretcher - apparently a head wound is a bad thing... and the EMT kept asking me questions. All I knew was that Mom wouldn't be at her desk, and I didn't know Dad's work number.
I should point out that this was also my first and only trip in an ambulance...
The hospital was dramatic, because when Dad arrived - someone had been in the office when they called and happened to answer the phone - I started crying and apologizing. I've only ever seen my dad cry TWICE. Once then, and once a few years before. My brother and I still remember that day. And we don't like it.
Then Mom showed up and I wanted to get the HELL out of the hospital - they wouldn't let me off the stretcher and I didn't want to be there and so on. Finally, they cleared me to leave (after pulling glass, etc., from the top of my head) and Dad found out where the truck was. I just wanted my stuff, because I couldn't take it with me in the ambulance.
Dad and I drove out to see where it had happened, but all the snow had melted, so finding it was kind of problematic. We did find it, and I found a few pens, a sock and my glasses. One lens was imbedded in tire tracks from the ambulance, the frames were bent backwards, in another set of tire tracks, and the other lens was somewhere.
We went to WalMart first, to see if they could at least replace the frames. They did, and I had to deal with scratches lenses for a few weeks. Trust me: I didn't mind. Next, we went to see the truck.
There were pretzels imbedded in the roof. And, thankfully, my My Fair Lady record wasn't damaged. The brother and BFAM Gurk went back a few days later to get Dad's box and the stereo. I had to sit at home for a week, because Dad couldn't take me back to school until the weekend. Then, he'd have to come back two weeks later to pick me up. We stopped at the car dealer on the way back into town and saw Chaz and I had him the second day of Spring Break
And I never did open the Pepsis. They sat on the counter in the basement for a few months before I finally got sick of looking at them...
Of all of it, though, the part that FROSTS MY COOKIES is the *$)%% Physics notes. They weren't there.
Long story short too late!: THIS is why I am faithful to Pepsi. May sound like a stupid reason, but it's the only one I've got.
♦ ♦ ♦
No matter where we stand, know that I love you and am always thankful for knowing you. ♥
Now, back to your regularly-scheduled fangirling. ;)