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I spent most of the weekend with my husband laying on the couch watching my new favorite movie, Sweeney Todd.
(Im a huge Depp fan, and now that I know he is musically inclined, that makes him even hotter!)
Rena was at my house a lot this weekend while my husband was there, but this time it didnt bother me. Why didnt it bother me? I guess because the whole weekend, he couldnt keep his hands off me, and didnt care who was around while he did it.
That put a smile on my face in more than one way. >:)
(It was a very tiring weekend. hee hee.)
SO needless to say, between my hubbs and the constant Jhonny-Fest, it was a pretty god-damn good weekend!
Until Sunday morning, that is...
On my way to work sunday morning, I wrecked my car.
Sucked.
I was heading down the road (Which is a really curvy road...and thats not just an excuse either! lol) and accidentaly dropped my cell phone in the floor boards. I bent to pick it up and ran off the right side of the road. As i realized what was happening, i jerked the wheel back to the left to correct myself, but i OVER-corrected. I wound up slinging my car around to where the passenger side of the car was now in the lane of on-coming traffic and i slid down and embankment into a ditch going 45 mph, slamming the entire left side of my body up against the driver side door and slamming my face into the window.
This did not slow my car down though. I continue to slide through someones yard, across another street, and went down hill into another yard. I guess at the moment when my face slammed against the window, it snapped me out of the slow-motion trance i seemed to be in and I gained control back of my steering wheel, and stomped on the brakes just as I was sliding across the 2nd street into the 2nd yard. The car finally stopped about a foot away from that persons brand new, 2008 mercury.
There was no serious damage to myself, other than some rope burn from the back of my neck all the way down to my left collar bone from the seatbealt, a seriously sore cheekbone and a busted lip, and I jacked up my right wrist (which i broke about 5 years ago when I decided I was gonna learn how to skateboard. I was pretty decent up until that point.)
The body shop still hasnt called to tell me the extent of the damage i caused, but I know they will have to replace the front bumper, and probably a lot of shit underneath the car seeing as it was leaking some serious fluids.
Oh..and the woman that owns the yard that I went thru...Yeah she's suing my insurance to get money for her grass. Now, if i had done more than just throw some grass around, i wouldnt mind as much. Really...thats all I did. I tore up about a foot of grass. Thats all. But this stupid trailer-trash BITCH just wants to get money out of me, and it PISSES ME OFF!
...Anyways...
Wooooooo-Sah!
SO I finally popped my car-wreck cherry, and i hope to never do it again! Not just because that scared the living dog-shit out of me! Firstly because I dont want my son hurt or scared like that EVER! and Second because....
I fucking LOVE my car! lol
My 2003 Canary Yellow Dodge Neon!
There are only 2 other people in this whole town with the same car as me, and none of them are exactly alike, so lets just say im not very incognito while driving thru town...and I LOVE IT!
........
Ok im done now.
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