Originally posted on 1/4/2010
Current mood: grateful
Category: Life
I
rang in the New Year in quiet comfort. This year, New Year's Eve happen to fall
on a Thursday and on a undesignated dietary drink night.
Nowadays,
I really only drink on Saturdays but Wednesday and Saturdays are the only days
I'm allowed to drink on my new dietary lifestyle meal plan. After the first grueling week, and Sis' diet-approved
delectables, it's not been nearly as hard as I thought it would be. Also, my
shrinking waistline is the absolute incentive for staying on course. Since
New Year's Eve, I keep getting these strange urges to do things I don't usually
do. For example, we have a really long driveway in our front
yard and I've been telling Sis to park the cars as close to the house as
possible. I wanted the vehicles so close to each other that the bumpers touched.
I told Sis that I didn't know why but I just had a feeling
someone would drive up into the front yard or hit something in the road
that would ricochet off the road and hit one of our trucks or something
else equally freaky that has never actually happened. I
told her, "I
know I'm being weird but just please indulge me."
In true little sister fashion, she quickly quelled my fear of seeming suddenly
schizophrenic by her reassuring reply, "I
don’t think you're being weird. You usually have those feelings for a reason, so
we should definitely listen to your instincts on this."
Sis
and I have matching trucks; same color, make and model (different years). If we're planning to have a low-key weekend hanging out
together, we'll let our mom take one of the trucks to drive. Still, every since
Thursday we stuck to my request to parking as close to the house as possible,
almost touching the house. New Years passed without incident. Saturday came off without a hitch and even after partying
our azzes off (as usual), Sis continued to comply with my driveway truck
request. All was right in our world. Then late Sunday morning while in Sis' office playing on the
computer, around 11AM or so, I see the neighbor walking from my front door to
her house while having a very angry & animated conversation on a cell phone.
I
didn't hear her knock on the door but when I saw her leaving my yard for hers, I
went out to my porch to see if everything was okay. She's still on the phone but walks back to me and replies by
screaming to me, "Did you see that?! That crazy bitch just drove through both
our yards and missed your truck by inches! I'm on the phone right now
with the police 'cause I'm tired of her shit!" I
didn't know who she was talking about but the boy from the house that the crazy
bitch just drove from, was with my neighbor and he pointed to the tire tracks
through my yard and out the end of my driveway. The cute freckled-face boy then
told me that she never even used her brakes when she drove through our
yard.
Looking at the distance from the back of our parked truck, to the
left/passenger's side tire tracks, this chick had missed our truck by about 10
inches. I kid you not! Now,
don't know where my fear of probable truck trauma came from but it
was clear that had we NOT parked the truck where we had, she would have knocked
the whole backside of the truck off and into oblivion. So my spontaneous
SUV schizophrenia
came at the right time after all. I
live in a quaint and quiet neighborhood but in every neighborhood, there's
that one family that you wish would just go away...and these people had gone,
for years. About 3 months ago, only the father & son moved back into the
house. From what my neighbor tells me, this crazy
drivin' hopped-up heroin addict meth-head bitch
is someone who periodically shows up to visit the heroin addict meth-head mother
that hadn't lived at that house for years and still doesn't. (Thank goodness!) I
suppose she forgets that her like-minded friend doesn't live there anymore when
she gets on her heroin high or as the boy described, "all shot up with
drugs." Personally,
I've never seen this chick but my neighbor's house is the house right next to
the 'problem house' and has had issues with her before. Like my neighbor pointed
out, we live in a very nice, slightly rural neighborhood. The biggest
disturbance we ever have is dogs or roosters getting out. The neighbor on the other side of us has roosters that like
to nest in the trees in our backyard...that's another story though. My frantic neighbor said she told the police that the next
time this crazy, drugged-out bitch shows up, she's going to beat her
unconscious. I'm
not sure that was the wisest thing to confess to law enforcement but she was
understandably upset.
After the sheer un-believability of that event started to sink in, Sis went on
to confirm her earlier support of my instincts about the truck and simply said,
"See,
I knew you were having that 'funny feeling' for a good reason."
Like usual, she was right. Thankfully, a car calamity was averted. That wasn’t
the only strange thing that happened in the last 48 hours either. On
my way to work this morning, I had a strange feeling that I should veer to my
right as a vehicle was coming in the opposite direction, even though my
left-hand turn was quickly approaching. When I leave for work in the mornings, it's still dark
outside and because it's so early, I figure that there may be people too sleepy
or drunk from the night before to drive carefully at that hour. Most days, I don’t really do anything different but this
morning, I did. About half a mile from my house, I veered to the right as the
oncoming vehicle's headlights got closer to me. The SUV passes without incident,
so I shrug my shoulders and get back over in the left-hand lane for my turn.
Something
tells me to look in my rearview mirror at the uneventful SUV and I see, about
100 yards past me, that the SUV suddenly crosses over the double yellow lines
right into the oncoming traffic lane I would have been in had I not moved over.
Another possible car catastrophe averted. Still reeling from
the front yard incident less than 24 hours before, I almost pissed my panties
thinking about what just happened. I was stunned but immeasurably grateful. Frankly, I hadn't been feeling very good lately. My personal
life had experienced a few emotional hiccups. Because of vastly differing views
on how one should treat a friend you supposedly respect, I recently lost
what I considered to be a great person and a potential 'friend for life'.
(ME
commercial coming next.) I'm a very 'accommodating' person that tries to see all
sides of a coin before passing judgment. I'm forgiving, loving and will fight
only the battles that warrant my energy, everything else is unimportant "white
noise". Compromising
for the greater good is no big deal to me because I see the beauty of
The Big
Picture
and I don't waste my time scrutinizing all of the brushstrokes that lead to
it. But my instincts tell me that if two people can't agree on
the basic foundation of how a respectful relationship should work, it's just not
going to work, no matter how great the heart of the 'uncompromising' individual
is. ♥ After the incidents I wrote of here, and a few I haven't
even told you about yet, I'm beginning to believe the "emotional hiccups" I'd
experienced lately were actually blessings I hadn't given their due credit.
Philosophically,
we all know that things happen or don't happen, for a reason. I need to keep
reminding myself that I should accept that things will work out as they're meant
to and trusting my hunches are my best chance of having a positive
outcome. I
got an inexplicable "Jones" about parking super close to my house (away from the
street) and avoided a stressful homeowner's insurance claim by about 10 inches.
I decided to break routine on my drive to work this morning and avoided a 65 MPH
head-on collision by about 100 yards. With my failed friendship, I see now that
I may have narrowly avoided a violent disagreement that could have led to prison
time (by an undetermined amount of time). Knowing
all that hardly makes me a renown philosopher, relationship expert or Life Coach
but I'm well-rounded
nonetheless. I
guess the moral of the story is simply this; trust your gut, even
when it leads you in a direction that doesn’t seem to make sense at first.
Ya
know, with all the crazy stuff that's been happening, I need to clear my mind
with some mindless activity. I
think I'll throw caution to the wind and have a passionate encounter with a
handsome stranger or fair-looking familiar. Devilish deeds are a great
diversion. Hell,
I may even get a full fledge storybook romance out of it. Hey,
stranger things have happened, and in my life, those things
happen on a daily basis. Actually, I may be more passionate about a week long
vacation by myself, with unlimited low fat Laughing Cow cheese, 98% lean
thinly-sliced Honey Ham and a box of maximum strength Senna laxative pills. My
"gut" is leaning toward that course of action for more reasons than one. I have no clue of how the intricacies of life work, never
did, not sure I'm even meant to. Oh well, que sera sera. I'm not as broken up about it all as I probably should be. My
optimistic pilot light can't be permanently extinguished by a few insignificant
bumps in the road, I'm built much too sturdy for that. Through
it all, I'm pretty confident I'll be just fine, in life, love and
crazy
drivin' hopped-up heroin addict meth-head bitches
barreling through my front yard. I have no hard facts to back-up that belief but I have a
whole shitload of faith.
Besides, I can entertain myself by exercising my wild feminine wiles. I'm sure
my next conquest is merely an erotic eye wink and seductive smile away. If that doesn't work, I also have the 1-second
nipple-flash to fall back on. My gut also tells me that being a
well-rounded, compromising and accommodating person can encompass a lot of
different things.
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