Last Saturday I went to the gym to get my InBody done. More on that tomorrow. While I was there, I stuck around a bit for the 13.5 open WOD to support some of my new gym homies as they attempted to qualify for regionals.
They make everything looks so easy!
I left early to go to my friend's mom's memorial service. While I was there, I visited a couple of old friends, Heather and Lisa Jane.
Heather was in my class and on the cheer squad with me freshman and sophomore year before she passed away from meningitis. That shit is no joke. We all had to go to the doctor and get examined and take precautionary anti-biotics that turned our pee orange. We may or may not have gone in the bathrooms at school together and peed in every toilet and not flushed them...
It was a sad, sad day that changed our lives forever.
Lisa Jane was a year younger than us and she passed away during my senior year in a car accident. We danced at the same studio when we were younger and she was on the cheer squad as well. All I remember thinking when I got that phone call was, "I can't do this again." They buried her right next to Heather. Sometimes we would skip class and go say hi and just sit with them. It had been a very long time since I had been to see them, so even though it wasn't the best of circumstances, it was good to see them again and say hello.
That night I celebrated a friend's 30th birthday. Her boyfriend and sister threw this great party for her downtown in a penthouse building with cocktails and appetizers and a very entertaining slideshow. Somehow I managed to avoid taking a pic with the birthday girl, but I did get a couple of pics to prove I was there.
You may or may not have noticed that I was in a car accident yesterday. My poor Silver Bullet is officially totaled. Figures since I just paid her off in September, right? My friend tried to point out the bright side that I escaped without any injuries. So I sent him this picture and told him he was very wrong:
I was just admiring my nails in the shower yesterday morning too. They were all the same length which is very excited and a difficult feat. Unfortunately, my car had more than a broken pinky nail with a bruise...
Don't mind my finger blur, I'm totally a professional photog. I had to wait 45 minutes for the tow truck driver to come rescue me fromt he ghetto and the whole ride to the body shop I was forced to look at this:
So, so sad.
Fortunately, like a good neighber, State Farm was there. I got my car to the body shop, got a rental car (covered) and got to work within 3 hours of the accident. A few hours later they called me with the news that my car was totaled, but they were going to give me a decent amount for it. So now I have to go buy a new car. Usually very exciting, but I like to do things on my terms and I was very happy not having a car payment so I could throw that money at paying off some debt. Later, my friend sent me this...
I died laughing. So amazing! And then my brother tried to "support" me with his "advice", all the while he was receiving jokes from his friend and laughing behine my back...
In all seriousness, I am very fortunate to have walked away with only a broken nail. The other driver was not injured, thanks to his giant Lincoln Navigator that ate the front of my car. Safe following distances and no distractions, kids! Not even coffee!! I was putting mine back in the cup holder and when I looked up, BAM! So be careful. My instincts made me swerve into the carpool lane to avoid eating his bumper head on and I am beyond fortunate there was no one coming in that lane because it could have been much more serious and involved many more people. I have all my guardian angels to thank for that one. Good lookin' out.
That's enough excitement for one post. Come back tomorrow for some crossfit updates!
1 comment:
My husband's best friend died from meningitis & the story usually goes like this, "That shiz happens QUICK! I had to take strong medication that totally turned my pee orange." Scary stuff. Hope your pinkie makes a full recovery! (But in all seriousness...glad it was not worse)
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