I don’t know who they is, but ‘they’ say that you’re officially addicted to blogging when something happens, and you immediately gear into writers mode and start wording sentences in your head and thinking about how you can write about this insignificant moment in your life. Yep, that’s me.

So last night we were watching TV when we heard this strange grinding like noise outside. My first thought was “Oh it’s a tractor.” They logic kicked in. It is 11pm. The sound got louder and closer, so I reached behind me and lifted a slat of our beloved plastic mini blinds. I could see headlights spilling across our front yard. There is a garage next door that is rented out to a local smalltime racing team. But they have huge trailers for the cars, these noises weren’t familiar. So being the nosy nelly that I am, I hopped up and went to the window to peek out. I saw a older Jeep Cherokee outside with doors flung open and people that appeared to be in a hurry. Behind their car, there was smoke rising. Never a good sign right? I watched as they hurriedly pulled out of the driveway. Of course we put shoes on and ran out to investigate. I could see mangled metal as soon as I opened the door. We walked closer for further examination. The Eclipse had obviously just been wrecked, the grinding sound had been the rim driving on the ground. The engine had been pushed in far enough to bust the windshield. We decided to call the police because of the unusual circumstances.

An HOUR later, a a sheriff came by. He was driving pretty slowly, but we flipped the porch light to let him know he was in the right place. He lurched to a stop in the road, as if to consider the situation, then pulled in the driveway. Apparently, he had been on the way to another call and said “something didn’t look quite right.” I’m not sure whether he was referring to the mangled car, or us flipping the porch light, or whether he had seen the bashed up guardrail a few hundred yards from our driveway, then seen the car and put two and two together. He said he was actually on the way to another call, and didn’t know that we had called. Within a minute or two, another deputy pulled in. They gawked at the car for a while, circled around it a few times, and called in the plates, which were expired. The second sheriff headed to the address radioed back by the dispatcher, and the first officer returned to his initial call, saying that the highway patrol should be here shortly. Apparently, the guardrail was pretty torn up. They were really easy going and friendly, thanked us for our help, and left smiling. Then came the state man. Anyone who has had any experience with the law, say for example four speeding tickets……. may already know, that while a police officer or sheriff’s deputy may make you nervous, a state trooper comes preprogrammed with the ability to make you crap your pants. They have a prerequisite for being the size of a linebacker, and they must have some test to ensure that the circumference of the head and neck is equal. We saw his lights through the tree line as he examined the guardrail and how the wreck may have happened. We were standing on the front porch when he crept up the hill into view. I waved and pointed to the car next door. He locked down the brakes in the middle of the road. I heard a gruff voice call out from his car in the middle of the highway in front of our house, “Is that your car Ma’am?” Not no, but hell no. I did NOT do that. Hit something, expired tags, leave the scene, fail to report, um no. He pulled in the driveway, and got out shinning the flashlight toward us. He had very little to say. He said he would have the car moved from our property. We told him it wasn’t our property, and he replied that he would still have it moved. And with that, we were dismissed. He went back and sat in his car to wait for the tow truck, blue lights flashing and radio blaring with the dispatcher’s voice. Finally they came and towed the car away. What an eventful night in our otherwise dull lives!

To completely switch gears, this kid is driving me nuts! Testing the waters big time. Listen? What’s that? He does the exact opposite. He goes to time out, sits there for two seconds and says “I weady behave now.” Yeah. Right. It has been a long week. Oh wait, it is MONDAY. I want to start planning some activities for the first of the year. Print out a bunch of stuff and get about a month ahead in things printed out, ideas for each day, etc. Plenty to get me started. So that’s that.

I need to get dinner ready! Yikes!

Comments

2 Responses to “officially addicted?”

    Lauren
    November 12th, 2007 8:39 pm

    haha I do that too! Or you take pics and immmediatly run to your computer thinking of cute captions to put under them. I’m sooo addicted to this computer it’s sick! I need an Internet Anon!

    that’s CRAZY about what happened about the car! so true about the State Trooper! I was reading so intently my heart was beating with excitement! LOL

    And the home-school answer will come to you! A wise soul once told me just take one day at a time ;-)

    MamaLee
    November 13th, 2007 9:07 am

    “a state trooper comes preprogrammed with the ability to make you crap your pants.”

    Yup!

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