![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Monday afternoon
Jan. 20th, 2003 03:10 pmFour years ago I nearly wrecked my car in a very serious manner. I had my two best friends--the one from college and the one from high school--together with me for the first time and we went shopping in Ashland. On the way back, it was raining pretty hard. I got off the interstate, and the exit had a stop sign at the end of the road, sort of in the middle, so you could either go to the right or left of it. Straight across the road was the on ramp. As I got closer to the end of the exit, I hit a patch of loose gravel and hydroplaned, coming increasingly close to the stop sign and/or being in the middle of the road. There was a green Blazer coming from the right, and it's a 55 mph road, and there wasn't a single thing I could do to stop the car. The Blazer, luckily, saw what was happening and turned onto the interstate ramp. I finally came to a stop and while we were a little shaken up, we were all alright. Every time we pass by there though, I think of that night and I always imagine what could have happened. Morbidly, I'm sure. It gives me a somewhat strange feeling because it's not like I'm still shaken up by it or anything in a general sense, but it still bugs me to think of how often fate--or chance, however you want to look at it--can take over and alter your entire life. And luckily it didn't, in this case, but it could have.
Well, wasn't that depressing?
In other words, I rode to Ashland and back with Magnus this morning. He had to visit a customer, and I wanted to keep him company. We had sort of planned to have lunch somewhere good, but we ended up not being gone as long as we thought, so frozen enchiladas for me. How annoying. ;) But! Saturday I finally got to eat at Red Lobster! It was soo good. I told Magnus that I was going to have to go sometime very soon, and that this would be an excellent time for him to get brownie points for arranging a trip so we could eat there. :) I've been craving it for months. So he took me and he did get brownie points. Of course, it's not like he doesn't like it and he was just humoring me.. he's still really freaked out by how inland we are here and how little fish/seafood is sold.
Also, in a fit of melodrama the other night, I told him that if we didn't fix the shower caddy (from sliding off the showerhead constantly which would send the soap flying into the floor and eventually breaking into bits), then I was just going to have to move back to my parents house. *halo* And.. guess what! He fixed it for me! Yay! (And obviously, I wouldn't have moved out over something so silly, but he's always amused when I say things like that. "I can't live like this anymore!" (to a few dirty dishes and some laundry piling up) is his all-time favorite.)
My propensity for melodrama, incidentally, is the number one reason I never write poetry. I see no reason to inflict that sort of thing on unsuspecting persons.
And speaking of being unable to live like this anymore, it's really time for me to do some cleaning, so I'm off for a while to get some real life things done. Wabies!
Well, wasn't that depressing?
In other words, I rode to Ashland and back with Magnus this morning. He had to visit a customer, and I wanted to keep him company. We had sort of planned to have lunch somewhere good, but we ended up not being gone as long as we thought, so frozen enchiladas for me. How annoying. ;) But! Saturday I finally got to eat at Red Lobster! It was soo good. I told Magnus that I was going to have to go sometime very soon, and that this would be an excellent time for him to get brownie points for arranging a trip so we could eat there. :) I've been craving it for months. So he took me and he did get brownie points. Of course, it's not like he doesn't like it and he was just humoring me.. he's still really freaked out by how inland we are here and how little fish/seafood is sold.
Also, in a fit of melodrama the other night, I told him that if we didn't fix the shower caddy (from sliding off the showerhead constantly which would send the soap flying into the floor and eventually breaking into bits), then I was just going to have to move back to my parents house. *halo* And.. guess what! He fixed it for me! Yay! (And obviously, I wouldn't have moved out over something so silly, but he's always amused when I say things like that. "I can't live like this anymore!" (to a few dirty dishes and some laundry piling up) is his all-time favorite.)
My propensity for melodrama, incidentally, is the number one reason I never write poetry. I see no reason to inflict that sort of thing on unsuspecting persons.
And speaking of being unable to live like this anymore, it's really time for me to do some cleaning, so I'm off for a while to get some real life things done. Wabies!
