Lucky #4?

I was in a car accident on Sunday night. It was about 11:00 and I was leaving my friend Jon-Michael's place. I took a route home I don't normally take, just because I hadn't been that way in a while and I was trying to switch up my routine. I also thought about stopping by the post office to drop something off, but decided against it at the last second and went on going forward where I was instead of turning off. As I approached the intersection of East Maxwell and South MLK downtown, my light was green. There's a slight curve as you approach the intersection, so visibility isn't that great as far as being able to see the traffic soming down Maxwell (which is one-way). Right up on the intersection I could see there was a car coming, and although his light was red he was not slowing down. I sped up a little bit hoping to beat him past the intersection (because I knew braking would have been futile), but he still hit me. The impact was on the rear passenger side door. That tire also blew out, and I spun at least once before coming to a stop between a utility pole and a walk/don't walk sign post. My side airbags also deployed. I am fine, just a little sore, but my car is going to be in the body shop for possibly three weeks. Unfortunately it is not totalled. That actually would have helped me out tremendously financially if it were.

I am relieved that there was no damage to my body in any way and that I didn't slam into that utility pole before stopping. I have become very cynical lately about the existence of God, but there's no denying a higher power when something like that happens to you and you come out unscathed. I've actually been really worried this year about something happening to me. My uncle died at the age of 25 so I just don't want history to repeat with me. It's interesting, though. He died four months after his 25th birthday, and my 25th was...four months ago.

Weekend of Crap

I drove to Campbellsville after work on Saturday. It rained the entire way there. I went to my aunt and uncle's house, where I attended a birthday party for my cousin who turned 14 on Sunday. Free pizza, cake, and frozen yogurt. Yum. During the night, it snowed. I had already been planning to go shopping out of town with my sister that day, and I was determined to do it. My dad was at work and my mother hates driving in the snow, so I offered to drive her to church before I had to go and pick up my sister. There were a couple of spots on the road where I had medium difficulty, but that was it. The main roads were mostly clear, so I decided that shopping was still a-go. Picked up my sister at 11 and had a nice day of shopping in Elizabethtown. I was pissed because I wanted to go by AT&T and upgrade to an iPhone. I'm not due for an upgrade until January 15th, but I've upgraded early before and thought they might let me. The answer was no.

We drove back to Campbellsville, where a short time later I rode to church with my father to attend the Christmas program that my mom had directed, put on by the children's department. Adorableness, bad acting, and mediocre singing ensued. During the time that we were in church, it snowed way more and the roads got worse. Blah. The kids found out school had been canceled and it was joyous for them. We went to the bowling alley, where an after-party was being held. Free food and bowling. Yay.

The trip to the bowling alley was fun because I drove my mom out there and since I'm not used to driving her car, I didn't realize her headlights weren't on, and we had a little tiff while I was trying to figure out how to turn them on. The woman has no idea how to describe location.

We went home and I conceded that, yes, I should probably wait until morning to travel to Lexington. I was going through my wallet and couldn't find my debit card, so I went out to the car to look for it. I couldn't see, so I got my flashlight out of the trunk. The batteries then died. I went back inside, found my debit card in my wallet behind my driver's license. Twenty minutes later I realized that the light was on in my car. I had left it on the night before as well, having to go back out in the rain and turn it off. So, I went back out, turned off the light, then continued to watch Christmas Cupid with my mother. Dumb title, considering the fact that the story was a kind of rip-off of A Christmas Carol and had nothing to do with a Cupid-like entity.

I got up at 8 this morning so I could find out the weather situation, waited until 10:30 to leave, and went in to work an hour late after dropping off my things at home, feeding my cat, and grabbing something to eat.

I officially hate winter, and I'm not too fond of Christmas any more either.