Freestyling

I received a very exciting call a few days ago. My BFF, Missy, recently won "Sales Person of the Year" for her company and to reward her for all of her hard work they gave her a Carribean Cruise for 2. We've been friends for a long time and have been very limited in our travels together. When we did travel, though, it was a friggin blast! Anyways- she's invited me to partake in this adventure with her! After a lot of anxiety thinking I wouldn't be able to make it due to work, I asked and my boss replied "heck yeah, you can go, we'll work it out".


So we will begin our adventure Saturday March 28th when we fly from Chicago to New Orleans and spend the night. We set sail on our Norwegian Cruise Boat- Spirit- in the afternoon of the 29th and will be at sea Sunday and Monday. Our first destination is Cosa Maya, Mexico on Tuesday with Santo Tomas De Castilla, Guatemala following on Wednesday. The two that I am most pumped about are Belize City, Belize on Thursday and Cozumel,Mexico on Friday. Then back to sea on Saturday pulling into port back in New Orleans sometime on Sunday.


I excited to do the Zip Line and Cave Tubing in Belize and to explore the Tulum Mayan Ruins in Cozumel.


I have never been on a cruise and actually always wondered if I were the "cruise-type-person", only having so many hours at each place and being on a boat for so long. I was never a big fan of the dress up in your old prom dress and sit at a table with complete strangers either- but I won't have to experience that part as we are "freestyle" cruising. Eat when you want, with who you want, where you want and wearing what you want!

Also, visions of Titanic part II have always crossed my mind. I know there aren't any icebergs where we are going but hey you never know and I wonder in this day and age if women and children would still be let off first.


The ship we are on has 13 decks- 9 being public. 12 restaurants and 8 bars not to mention casinos, smoking lounges, a theater and much more.


I am super excited and only wish that J were coming with as well! I feel bad that we've been together 8 years and have never done any traveling together while I am off roaming the countryside! Also, these are just the perks that go along with having a BFF that isn't married yet!

50 Completely Honest Things About Me: Part 4 of 50

It's hard to believe it's been almost a week since I posted. I've been having withdrawls but I'm back now!


Part 4 of 50: I’m Scared of Birds

I have no idea where this “bird anxiety” came from or when it started. I’ve never been attacked or bitten by a bird. I’ve never even seen the movie The Birds. I just don’t like them.

Growing up, a friend of mine had birds- Macaws, I believe. They were really cool to look at and they did talk but I would get really edgy when they were out of their cage and able to fly around the house.

I had a semi-pet pigeon growing up as well. My dad is a bird hunter and I grew up with German Shorthair Pointers (bird hunting dogs). Dad would purchase birds for training purposes. He let a crate full of pigeons go in the wild once and we had one come back to the house. She would not leave and we decided to call her Lolly. She would follow my dad around the yard while he was doing chores and yard work and she’d perch outside of the backdoor of the house. She stayed around for a couple of years and actually died in a tragic bird-lawn tractor accident one summer. She was dive bombing my dad’s head and trying to knock his hat off while he was mowing the lawn one summer afternoon. I believe the story is that she missed his hat and landed on the ground right in front of the mower. There was nothing my dad could do.

I even held a huge parrot while on my Senior Class Trip at Busch Gardens in Florida. There is a picture out there somewhere and I can guarantee there is not a smile on my face!

I don't mind looking at them from safely inside the house but I don't like them if I am outside. And you will never find me feeding them in the yard. In fact, J and I received a beautiful bird feeder for a wedding gift and I did hang it in the tree in our yard- but I never put feed in it!

Random Babble on a Wednesday

Sorry this post is not going to have an witty stories or info into my private life. I am simply posting because I have a bunch of garbage floating around in my head and I am addicted to blogging now.


1. In sticking with my New Year's Resolutions I have started a weekly gym routine. Sunday- swim laps; Monday nights-Yoga; Tuesday nights- Body Combat; Wednesday is Volleyball; Thursday- do my own workout at the gym and on Saturday mornings if I feel like getting out of bed I have Yoga.
This is the first week that I started this routine. Last night was Body Combat. Our drill sergeant, athletic dominatrix Instructor, Michelle, is all of 5'2 and 105 pounds but do not let outside appearances fool you- she is tough. About half way through the hour class as I wiped the sweat from my brow whole face I wondered what the hell had I gotten myself into and I didn't know if I'd make it through the entire hour. But I did- with my dinner nearly coming up and out- and I will begrudgingly go back again next week for more torture a wonderful workout!


2. Because of the terrible economic conditions and business being terribly slow, I have had my very comfortable 40 hours per week cut in half for the time being. The good thing is that I go back to work full time as soon as my co-worker goes into labor & on maternity leave. She's due Feb 20 but I'm obviously hoping for an early baby! We are currently doing a 3 on, 2 off/ 3 off, 2 on rotation. That said tomorrow is my day off and I think I have more on my agenda than I would if I were actually at work!


3. I'm finally having the Blazer looked at tomorrow by the insurance company of the other driver involved in my New Years accident. I was told that 99% of the time the adjuster will just issue payment then and there and we can take the truck to get fixed where ever we want. With my current work situation and no idea what the future looks like economically, I think we are going to take the check and forget getting the Blazer fixed. Yeah, it's ugly but the truck is a total Lemon and we are just going to drive it until it dies.


4. I just did 5 loads of laundry this weekend and I already have 2 more to do.


5. I have heartburn today. I'm sure it's because I drank 2 cups of hot chocolate this morning.


6. I have a long list of things to do at home. I was enthusiastic when writing them down but now I don't feel like wasting my day off to do them!


7. I'm going up north for a couple of days to see if I can hook up my mom's new computer and transfer all of her files.

8. I'm scared that it's tax time. I'm pretty sure that I'm going to have to pay in- and probably BIG time this year. Or I could evade income tax and run to some exotic island somewhere. Note to self: discuss option 2 with J tonight.

9. It's volleyball night and the 2 horrible charlie horses (one in each of my calves) that woke me up screaming at 11 last night are grinning and discussing what they might do to me tonight.

10. I saw the strangest thing a few days ago and then again today. Someone dressed up like the Statue of Liberty standing on the street corner waving. I have yet to understand why? Is it an inauguration thing or are they advertising for the business across the street that does income tax returns? I have no idea.

50 Completely Honest Things about me: Part 3 of 50

Part 3 of 50: I Don't Eat Eggs

I have been told that I used to love eggs. That I would eat them for every meal if given the chance. I liked them by themselves, with hotdogs cut up in them, with cheese or ketchup- didn't matter how they were made I wanted to eat them. I'm pretty sure mom whoever told me this story is lying! I absolutely loathe eggs. Over easy, scrambled, hard boiled, deviled- it doesn't matter how you cook them- I loathe them! They smell funny when they are cooking and they have odd textures no matter how you have them done. There has only been ONE exception to my hate over the last 20+ years and that is the delicious concoction that we eat every year at my friend Jaime's (Our Crazy Life) dads lake cottage. It's some sort of egg, biscuit, sausage and cheese dream that I love. But it's all mixed and baked together, so it isn't like I am eating a pile of eggs.

Don't get me wrong- I have tried to overcome this. I am extremely limited on my selection when going out for breakfast. It's pancakes, waffles or biscuits & gravy for me. I've even commented on how yummy an omelet looks- took a taste- and immediately regretted taking that bite.

J and Parker love eggs. J will randomly make hardboiled eggs and eat them as lunch or a snack. This definitely grosses me out!

I will continue to try to fight my hatred so that someday I might actually order an omelet for breakfast, but I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you!

I almost killed my grandma...

The year was 1989. She had turned 60 that year.

Grandma had driven her big ol' fire-engine-red Ford pickup truck all the way down from Grand Portage,MN to make her yearly-summer visit. She would stay a week with us, a week with my Aunt Rachel & family and a week in Kenosha/Racine to visit Uncle Danny & Aunt Barb.

Berry season was in full bloom in Dunbar and that was a favorite past time of ours. Mom and dad would take the afternoon off at the bar and we would all go berry picking...well, I went berry "eating" and I'm sure I rarely had anything in my bucket by the end of the excursion, but that is besides the point!

I had just turned 9 years old when the accident happened

Dad had an old 1969 Chevy 1/2 ton pickup truck. It was five-speed on the column and the steering wheel was 4 feet in circumference (I swear it was that big)

(this is not the actual truck)

Dad's was a terrible shade of avocado green accented with lots of rust. Along the driver side rear panel there was a 2 1/2 ft band aid bumper sticker that said "OUCH" covering up a patch of rust. And I'm not sure if at that time the pickup bed was falling off or if that happened later down the road. The interior had a single bench seat all the way across and it was super bouncy like a trampoline or an old couch when you can't quite feel the springs poking through yet but there's not much padding left. Please stay with me this is all very relivant to the story!

Okay- so we're all out picking berries on Fire Lane 520 off of Camp 12 Road in Dunbar. We're walkin' and pickin' (eatin') and going further down the road talking and minding our own. Dad must have looked up and realized that we were getting pretty far from the truck and yelled "hey, herman" (yes, herman is my nickname) go pull the truck up. You can't even imagine my immediate excitement and panic all at the same time. Mom had been trying to teach me to drive her little Chevy car just incase something were to happen to her when were alone somewhere but never had I driven dad's truck. I didn't even know how to start it or what to do. Dad said "just get in and start it- it's already in gear just step on the gas a little and drive it up here". I remember whinning a little and not wanting to do it out of fear but did it anyways because dad said so. I trudged along kicking rocks while I walked the 100 yards back to the truck. It felt like it was 15 feet tall as I stood next to it to open the drivers door. Bouncing up and down a while on the seat I realized that I couldn't reach the pedals without sitting on the very edge and even then it was just a tippy toe. I also couldn't see over the four foot circumference steering wheel- but I could see through it. After a few seconds of deep breathing, I turned the key, the truck started rumbling and I slowly eased my tippy toe onto the gas pedal. I had to sit very aukward to reach the pedal,steer and see over the dashboard, but I thought I was doing great. The trees & bushes along side the truck were rushing by at 2 miles per hour and I was in my own little world- probably imagining driving over to Melaine's on my own to play barbies. All of a sudden my attention was diverted to a whole lot of yelling and looking forward all I saw was bushes in front of me, a berry basket go flying up in the air and grandma running like she's never run before. In my barbie daze I had slowly inched off the road and into the woods where grandma was pickin'. I knew which pedal was the break, so I threw both feet, butt off the seat, onto it... just in time.

Needless to say- that was my last time driving until I grew a few more inches but we've got a family story that will make us laugh our buns off forever!

50 completely honest things about me: Part 2 of 50

Part 2 of 50: I love Mixed Martial Arts fighting

About 4 years ago J started DVRing episodes of the reality show The Ultimate Fighter. It’s a real world type show where a bunch of guys live in a house together and train for mixed martial arts fighting. The winner of the show gets a contract to fight in the UFC. I also started watching with him and was immediately hooked! We now DVR ALL episodes of UFC as well.

Let me give you a little background before I continue. The UFC was founded in 1993. Mixed Martial Arts is an extremely intense sport using many different forms of martial arts together. Boxing, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Freestyle wrestling, Greco-Roman wrestling, Jiu-Jutsu, Judo, Muay Thai, Karate, Kickboxing, Kung Fu, Tae Kwon Do and more. Fighting is made up of Strikes (blows with the hands, feet, knees and elbows) or Grappling (submissions, throws, choke holds and takedowns)

There are five different classes in UFC. Lightweight (145-155 lbs); Welterweight (155-170lbs); Middleweight(170-185lbs); Light Heavyweight (185-205lbs) and Heavyweight )205-265lbs). For a title fight to win the belt each fighter must be within the weight limit for the class they are fighting in. Championship matches will consist of 5- 5 minute rounds. Non-championship fights are 3-5 minute rounds. Fights take place in a caged, octagon shaped ring.

The only authorized dress is a pair of 4-6 ounce gloves (just to protect the hands) and a pair of wrestling or kickboxing shhhorrts… sorry I just shivered. You would have to if you’ve seen some of these bodies, er, I mean shorts.

Being such a fan I do have my favorites.

My main man. My numero uno. Is George St Pierre. They call him GSP or Rush but I prefer my own personal pet name...oops I mean nickname Bulldog.


He is quick, he is tough, he can take ANYONE down, I love that he kicks A LOT...He is one BAD MUTHA…

He has 17 wins/2 losses and is the current welterweight champion. He will be fighting BJ Penn to retain his belt on January 31st. I can’t even explain how excited I am about this fight! I feel like a little kid waiting for Santa to come.
The fight is on pay per view and we will be hosting it at our house that night.



My numero uno point cinco (not my main man but definitely higher on my list than second) Is the champion of The Ultimate Fighter Season One: FOOORRREESSSTTT GRIIFFIINNNNNN (sorry, in my head it sounds like the announcer). Forrest Griffin is his name. He’s irish. He is also one BAD MUTHA.

He is 14-4 and was the previous Light Heavyweight champion but recently lost the title (in a very upsetting fight, may I add) against Rashad “Sugar” Evans.


My other favorites include Anderson Silva, Matt Hughes, Wanderlei (pronounced Vanderlei)Silva, BJ Penn and Frank Mir.
I’m a junky and I would just crumple to pieces sobbing if I could ever go to a fight!





Oh, yeah and remember NO CALLS between 8pm and 12am on January 31- if you call I may have to do a rear-naked choke hold on yo ass!

Grand Marais, Minnesota

On our drive to grandma's last week we stopped in Grand Marais, MN. If you have never been there it is a place to visit. It's a tiny-tourist town with lots of little cafe's and gift stores but it also has some of the most beautiful scenery around.

I took all of the following photos while we were letting the dogs out of the truck to tinkle. I can't imagine how they would have turned out using my mom's Nikon camera. Mine is just a fuji digital camera, no lenses to put on and no thinking to do!

Grand Marais is nestled along the northern shore of Lake Superior.

This is what happens when the waves from the lake crash up onto the shoreline and then freeze

Look at this poor, little, lonely weed all encased in ice! I thought it looked so crazily out of place just standing there.



This is the walking path by the harbor
On our way out of town we noticed some really cool trees, full of little red berries. I have no idea what they are but thought they were beautiful.

(this one is my computer background!)

Hope you enjoyed- I'm going back to freezing my buns off (negative 16 today). Brrrr....

50 completely honest things about me: Part 1 of 50

I have decided to do a little get to know me project. I will post 50 completely honest, completely uncensored, completely random things about myself for you to ponder. Some of you may think I'm nucking futs, some of you may want to make arrangements at the psych ward but then again some of you might have the same thoughts in your crazy heads!

Some will have in depth explanations and theories and others my just be a sentence- depends on how the mood is striking at the time!

And so it starts.....

Part 1 of 50: I Hate Feet














Yes, it’s true, I hate feet. I don’t know when or why this dislike started, and it may actually be men’s feet that I truly despise, but for the sake of this post it is feet in general.

It could have all started in college with my Art 104 class. The class where I had to draw hands and feet for 2 weeks straight (and eventually nude models). Some of you may even remember me following you around begging to draw one of your appendages but I actually think the fear & distaste for them started long before that.

I can't grasp that fact that a person can like feet, let alone like them enough to have a fetish. I have a purse fetish...I can not fathom a foot fetish! I saw a youtube video once where a girl was biting her toenails... I almost lost my lunch.

There is an array of reasons really: they are ugly with their weird shapes & sizes and bony features, they are hairy (sometimes), stinky, and dirty. They have toenails and toenails can have fungus.

Yet even though I hate feet, I admit I love to paint my toenails, throw on a toe ring or wear flip flops in the summer and I love to have my feet rubbed by J. But I will forever cringe at the thought of actually giving a foot massage. Are you serious? Actually touch them? I don't think so. Well, maybe, if I had gloves on.

To Grandma's house I go...

My Grandma- Marge- turned 80 years old last week and my parents and I packed up the truck to make the long drive to Grand Portage, MN to visit and celebrate. We left Dunbar at 7 am on Friday morning to make the cross-state trek. The nine hour drive was pretty uneventful- a lot of napping and reading was done on my part. (Grand Portage is in the Northeast corner of Minnesota between Grand Marais, MN and Thunder Bay, Canada)

We stopped in Grand Marais- along the North shore of Lake Superior and I took some great pictures. We arrived at grandmas house about 4:30 pm and spent the rest of the night visiting and getting settled.

Saturday was Grandma's Day. We went out to lunch, relaxed at her house and then planned on taking her out for dinner and a little casino time.

After being cooped up in the truck with my parents and 2 dogs I was definitely ready for a

We ate prime rib at the supper club in the Lodge, played a few slots (I was ahead $16.84 when we finished) and went to grab our seats for

The show- musical celebrity impersonations- was fabulous. My favorites were Cher, Tim McGraw, Elton John and Abba. Grandma even let loose a little and had a Coors Light. We had a great visit and I'm looking forward to J and I visiting this summer some time.

Happy Birthday Grandma- thanks for the great time!

I'm home

Well, Daisy and I have made it back safely from the Northpole-Grand Portage, MN- from a relaxing visit with Grandma J. Since I just returned last night at about 8 pm I have yet to upload or photoshop any pictures but didn't want to go without posting today.

Below you can enjoy some of the pictures I took on my Newfoundland hunting trip in September/October of 2007. I never have and never will claim to be good at photography but the land up there was just screaming to have it's picture taken and I'm sure my pictures would have turned out just as nice had I used a 110 film camera!!!

Enjoy!

This was taken while we were waiting for the float plane to arrive& fly us into camp. It was such a foggy, rainy day but I thought this was one of the most beautiful pictures I was able to get

I love the contrast of the monochromatic background with the bright yellow of the plane wing and the reflection of the sun on the lake (don't mind the dirt on the plane window)

This was taken the morning we were packing up and flying out of camp. It was also the nicest day of our entire trip (go figure). I love the contrast of the land and the soft, fluffyness of the sky

Are you serious....

I understand that the economy is in the toilet and we might just be in the worst recession since WWII but I have a huge problem with all of the "bail outs" that have been happening. As a Realtor for the past 6 years, I was an eye witness to a lot of people obtaining mortgages they should not have gotten. I can think of quite a few transactions that I was involved in where I said to myself- 'no way are these people going to be able to get financing for this place'- and they did AND 2 years later I received the listing as a foreclosure through the bank. The market was unbelieveable back then, a lot of people were making a lot of money and finanicial institutions were handing out funds like candy. I personally do not believe that there should have been a real estate bail out- especially with Fannie Mae & Freddie Mac. They caused the problems themselves- they were way up the creek but in the end it was their own fault they had no paddle. I don't agree with the automaker bail out either- but that's another post entirely!

I found this posting on TopNew.com today and let me tell you I am actually speechless... enjoy!



Submitted by Arun Gupta on Thu, 01/08/2009 - 07:21

Sounds absurd, but even the porn industry is hit by the ongoing recession - at least, that's what porn titans, `Girls Gone Wild' creator Joe Francis and Hustler's founder Larry Flynt have to say!
According to TMZ reports, Francis and Flynt are seeking a $5 billion stimulus package for bailing out adult entertainment, saying that "the economy has made America's appetite for sex go limp." Where and how exactly they want to spend the money is, however, another question!
Though essentially considered recession-proof, porn is actually not so. Flynt has been quoted as saying on TMZ: "With all this economic misery and people losing all that money, sex is the farthest thing from their mind. It's time for Congress to rejuvenate the sexual appetite of America."
TMZ says that that the two porn advocates, especially Francis, considers the porn `industry' - which reportedly generated nearly $12 billion in 2007 - similar to "the big three automakers, only BIGGER!"
The Web site too claims that adult DVD sales have fallen by nearly 22 percent during the year - and these numbers would definitely puncture the expectations at AVN Adult Entertainment Expo in Las Vegas this weekend.
Nevertheless, contradictory to claims of porn industry being smacked by recession, a Tom Johansmeyer article in `the Atlantic', though admits that porn video sales are down, also talks of Francis Koenig's fund AdultVest - which invests in porn-related assets - having increased by 50% in 2008!

So what are your thoughts???

Busy Bee

After only working 4 days over the weeks of Christmas and New Year's, I am again taking a couple days off! My grandma Jamison (mom's mom) turned 80 on Monday and my parents, the dogs and I will be making the 9 hour (one way) drive to Grand Portage, MN early Friday morning and coming home on Monday. However, I have to leave Appleton tomorrow right after work to drive to Dunbar. With business pretty slow and not much going on at work I find it a little disturbing that I am sitting here blogging (and getting paid) when I could be at home preparing to leave tomorrow. I still have to:
1. Pack my suitcase and toiletry bag
2. Finish packing Daisy's bag
3. Balance the checkbook & pay bills
4. Don't forget to pack the camera, my passport (she only lives 5 miles from Canada), the portable DVD player & DVD's, my book (The Host by Stephanie Meyer), Grandma's Birthday card, my ipod, my pillow and a throw blanket, my mom's dishes from Christmas that were left here
5. Volleyball tonight at 8pm
6. Trim the dog's eyebrows and give her a brushing & a bath
7. Clean out the Blazer
8. Check with insurance as to when the Blazer can be taken in to get fixed.
9. Call Kristen to find out how I download music to my ipod now that she switched it to manual management so she could give me the Twilight soundtrack

So does anyone have some free time to stop at my house today and do these things for me?

Are you all ready?

J and I had a fabulous wedding on April 17th, 2004. I was concerned about having an April wedding because the weather in Wisconsin is so "iffy". But the day turned out absolutely beautiful- mid 70's and sunny all day.

We had purchased our house up north exactly 1 year prior and in buying the house and having wedding expenses we did not have the funds to go on a honeymoon. For a wedding present my parents gave us a 3 night stay in a hot tub suite at a casino/resort in the Upper Peninsula, so we were able to have a little get away time.

In the almost 5 years that we have been married we still have not been able to go on a real "honeymoon", mostly because from 2005 to 2007 I was saving to go on the hunting trip of a lifetime with my dad.

Now that the hunting trip is long done and over with, the house in Dunbar is sold and the majority of our debt is paid off we are ready to save and go on a vacation together.

HERE WE COME!

Just a long weekend- 4 days. But here is the really cool part- we are going April 15-18, 2010 with the 17th- our 6 year anniversary- being on Saturday. We have decided to renew our vows and J wants to have the ceremony performed by.....

We both feel that after nearly 5 years of marriage (and 8 years of being together) our relationship grows stronger every day and what better way to mark that than to get married all over again!


We also know that we always have a great time with friends and family and Vegas is the perfect place for that- SO HERE IS YOUR FORMAL INVITATION. Start saving your pennies because the more the merrier! Come and celebrate with us!

More details will follow at a later date!

Not what I expected

When you're younger New Years Eve is a night to get all dolled up and "let'er snap". Ring in the new year with a terrible hang over and a few less bucks in your wallet (usually even a few less than you planned on spending)! A lot of people consider New Year's Eve "amature" night- a night for all the barley legals to get wasted, get in trouble and make stupid decisions. I will admit New Year's was all that and more for me when I was in my early 20's. But as you get older it does change.


New Years Eve this year was going to be a quiet one no matter what we decided to do. J and I had already agreed that we did not want to go out to the bars and spend wads of cash just to feel like crap the next day. We had a few options: go to my friend Melanie's house party in Green Bay, go to our friends Tom & Roxanne's for drinks and board games or stay home.


New Years Eve day was spent lumping around and watching episodes of CSI from seasons 7-9. At about 2 pm I decided to see if Melanie wanted to go to lunch before her big party started. I had decided to stay home with J and Parker that night- just something about spending New Year's Eve away from my honey felt wrong. Instead of going out for a late lunch Melanie had plans with her parents to cook out steaks and eat at her house. I showered quick, picked up a small tenderloin and 6 pack of Blue Moon at Festival and was on my way to Green Bay. I'm glad I decided to go -even for dinner- and the beers started to taste like I may have been spending the night! A few people started showing up around 7 pm- most I didn't know, a few I did and it was nice to see them. After eating steak, potatoes & garlic bread the beers certainly weren't going down as well or as fast and I think I only ended up having 3 the entire time I was there! At about 8:30 I was getting ready to go when there was a knock on the door. There was a neighbor of Mel's asking if anyone in the party had the green Blazer- my green blazer- parked on the street across the road. We all thought maybe it needed to be moved and Mel asked. The neighbor informed her that no it did not need to be moved..... his son had just hit it coming around (sliding around) the corner. Not what I was expecting to hear and definitely not what I was wanting to hear. I don't think I mentioned that Melanie is a Police Officer in Ashwaubenon and the majority of the party were Police Officers! She immediately called in the accident and the police where there within a matter of minutes. I also called J to tell him not to drink anymore in case the truck wasn't drivable and he would need to come and get me. It ended up being okay to drive with just a flat tire and a portion of the bumper and back driver-side quarter panel damaged. I drove to the gas station to fill the tire with air and waited at the house for 45 minutes to see if it would leak. It was fine and by 10:30 I was on the road heading home. I should have stayed but needless to say was not in too much of a mood to party all night long. I think I also forgot to mention that the kid was only 16 and had only had it drivers license for 2 weeks. I actually almost felt bad for him when I saw the look in dad's eyes- I would much rather have been in my situation than his! And yes they did have insurance!


So needless to say even though it was supposed to be a quiet, non-eventful night- the drama still found me a half hour from home!


I promise to attach some pictures of the damage if you promise NOT to notice how bad the Blazer needs a washing!









Thank goodness this was the last day of 2008 and not the start of my 2009!