DT Vs. Bambi

Had an exciting morning again. One that I would have rather not had. I hit a deer.

Well, I suppose that it didn’t happen exactly how you might imagine. I was driving up Rt. 9 and some guy was parked with his hazards over in the off-ramp and he was standing outside of his car and I thought it was really odd that he was so far away from his Jeep.

I try to be very aware of motorcyclists, bikers, and pedestrians on the road. They are outside their vehicles and it scares me that there is no metal around them to serve as protection. So queue to me driving up over this rise in the left lane, a car is next to me in the right lane, I’m conscious of the guy outside of his car over on the off ramp, and all of a sudden there is a huge body in the middle of the road.

Yes, the deer I hit was already dead. But it freaked me out completely and the most I could get out of the way was drift a little into the right lane, but there was another car there. I still wound up driving over the thing with my front left tire and man did it make a loud noise.

DT is a tank though. Rolled right over it and dropped back down to the road with a clank and I’m sure the alignment is out of whack AGAIN after we just got it fixed last week, but at least I didn’t cause an accident.

I pulled off the highway to A) Check out DT’s tire and front end, and B) Find a gas station and get a gallon or two to make it all the way to work. DT does this really fun thing where he’ll say he has more than a ¼ tank, but really he’s got close to nothing and within 20 miles the light is on. It’s a fun game we play because I can make it to work on a ¼ tank of gas, but I don’t like to cut it so close that the light is on for 40+ miles of my commute.

Apparently mid/central Connecticut is a veritable wasteland. I got off the highway and headed toward a little airport because it was sort of still on my way to work and I figured where there’s an airport there’s a gas station. It took me a good 15 minutes of driving before I found one. And I nearly cringed at the price. Gas over $4/gallon should be illegal.

Luckily DT’s tire looks fine and there weren’t any Bambi-bits stuck to him or anything. So I made it to work finally, no more worse for the wear but holy effing crap, I hit a deer.

DT: 1, Nature: 0

Let's all go!

I'm going to ignore the fact that I haven't posted anything here in AGES and just jump right in.

In most recent news:

• Jason is a cripple. He sprained his ankle playing volleyball.
• I am not allowed to play volleyball because it's a company thing and I do not work for the company. Instead I've become a avid - and sometimes vocal but usually I just gesture a lot - fan of Jason's volleyball and floor hockey teams.
• My job is slowly sucking out my soul.
• I continue to have no social life because I spend 2+ hours in the car commuting to and from work every day.
• There are babies about to pop out EVERYWHERE.
• Lulu is no more.
• My sister and I have adopted Marines and we send letters on a weekly basis and care packages on a monthly/bi-monthly basis to complete strangers.
• We've had what my parents like to call "The mother of all summers and the summer of all mothers" followed by what my brother calls "The winter of our discontent"...

But other than that I'm good. Lots of things to catch up on but let's face it, we'll be lucky if I manage to keep up with the current goings on, let alone backtrack and backpost.

DPF: Wedding Snip

Allow us to start off slowly on this new re-blogging adventure...

With a Dance Party Friday of my friends Ashley and Courtney, with a little bit of Veebs, Puppy, and James in the background.

Oh and yeah...this is from our wedding...

Major thanks to Ash for pulling this DPF from our wedding video!

Oh My

I have definitely been the worst blogger ever.

Lots of things have happened.

Maybe someday I'll tell you all about them.

A Very Crabby Birthday

Just a fun little note to say that today (and all night) (oh, and all weekend long too) we'll be celebrating the Beaner's birthday!



Even the crabs and seagulls will be dancing!

Happy Birthday there thither!

Done Yesterday

This week's Deep Thought Thursday is brought to you by my grandmother.

Yesterday I was sitting on the couch applying to jobs when my phone rang. It was Nanny. I knew because the photo of her pouring a gin and tonic popped up on my screen. (You wish you grandma was this awesome...) What you should know about this post is that just after the wedding Nanny took a tumble down the porch at my parent's house and broke her foot. This was the first time she's hurt herself in the past thirty or so years, Nanny's always been very sturdy and well preserved (we like to say from the alcohol), and so she has never had to stop and sit and do nothing for any extended period of time.

She said she was calling everybody and they kept on cutting out but her battery was charged and she wasn't sure what was wrong. But anyway, how was I?

Any news?

Well I have an interview tomorrow, but still applying to things.

How is being a housewife?

Well, it's a little boring. I've kind of worked one to three jobs since I was 17 and now I'm going a little crazy not working.

Yes, I'm a little stir crazy too. I spent the week with your mother, and now I'm with my sister and then I'm going back to your mother for a week. I'm being taken care of very well, but I don't like not doing things myself. I tell you, I know it's only been about a month, but I'm going mad, I need to get out and do things!

I feel your pain Nanny.

I'm not used to sitting around, I've got things to do. I don't like being sedentary!

You know Nanny, I'm so glad you said that. Everything makes so much more sense now. Mom's all like, oh, things will get done eventually, but Julianne and I are we need to get this done YESTERDAY. Now I know where we got it from.

Haha, yes pussycat.

Good to know this came from you.

All this time...it was Nanny. Crazy. My life suddenly make so much more sense. Maybe that's why Nanny and I get along so well. That and we both are a little silly when it comes to everyday things.

And the award goes to...

ME!

I've said it before, I'll say it again. I'm the worst blogger ever sometimes.

We're still waiting for photos from our photographer, but I'll post some non-pro snips from the wedding.

And I'll do a nice long post, or maybe even a series of posts on our amazing honeymoon.