Saturday, November 11, 2006

There's a first time for everything.

Today has been the worst day I've had in a long time. It started out beautifully all to be flushed down the toilet about 9 this morning. B had to run some errands this morning and brought me back La Bou for breakfast. I was getting ready to go to a craft show with my mom...(something I would generally never be excited about, but somehow if a wooden blob is shaped like Frosty the Snowman or Santa Claus it carries with it irresistible charm of the Holiday Season.) So off I went. Life was good. About ten minutes down the road I was listening to country music...(again, something I never do, but today it was shockingly entertaining) and all of a sudden I made a left-hand turn, my car fish-tailed, I panicked, over-corrected, spun out, and ran head on into a guard rail: My first car accident. Something I wished to keep off of my "things to do before I die" list.
As soon as I stopped moving, my car was making this scary noise and the whole thing was vibrating. I turned it off, found my hazard lights, and sat there for a moment just shaking. I felt like I was in a Volkswagen commercial, everything fine one minute, and when you least expect it, SMASH!! And boy, did it smash. I was a little peeved that no one even stopped to help, just took their glance for entertainment's sake and drove on. I walked over to a little convenience store and asked to use their phone, called my husband, told him what happened and then the nice man from the store came over to see if he could push my car out of the road. I had almost spun around a full circle so my car was sticking a little bit in the road in the opposite direction. The car wouldn't move. That's when I realized I had done more than just cosmetic damage, (never a good thing).
Luckily a fire truck happened to pass by and stopped, called a CHP and everything was taken care of. We had it towed to a body shop, called our insurance and everything should be taken care of. The whole ordeal took about 2 hours of standing in the rain, but I guess I should be grateful I was standing, period. I'm just so angry because it was such a fluke accident on a corner I had turned on at least a thousand times before, but apparently I wasn't supposed to be at that craft show. The worst part is I can't stop beating myself up about it...I need to just let it go, but I keep thinking "if only I would have done this or that" I would have some cute Christmas nick-nacks for my house instead of some disastrous nicks & nacks in my car. I don't know why I'm writing this all down. Hopefully it will begin my 'healing process.' They say it's good for you to get it out, and because I hope to not talk about it, I'll get it out here and move on. I think a little ice cream might help my 'healing process' a little more…"BRIAN…."