Skip to main content

what the hell was that?!

i found out why california would prefer you to not talk on the phone while driving. well, actually, they forbid it. you can catch glimpses of people who still chat anyway, or are just using bluetooth, desperate to text, chat, or whatever.

so here i was...chatting with mom while on the way to work. i was heading down melrose, about a half mile from the freeway, when i felt a jolt and heard a huuuge crash. wtf?!??! i swore for about 2 minutes on the phone and looked to my right. all that was left of my passenger side mirror were two cords, flapping in the wind. i had hit a parked car, and knocked my mirror clear off. ?!?!?!??! ok, its funny now. and the more people i talk to, the funnier it gets, as i am starting to wonder how and why it took me so long to do this!! haha.

now, remember, i am still on the phone. in shock, shaking a tiny bit and still swearing, i laugh for a sec. and ask the obvious, "hey mom, what the fuck do i do?!" what i wouldnt give to see her face that very second. my mirror is gone. if you know anything about my precious baby golf, you know that it is not short of dings. mom has hit it 6 times alone, and has left her mark. because of that, i have lost all obsession with car vanity. buuuut, what the hell!??! this particular morning, i think i was a combo of things...pissed and annoyed we didnt have labor day off, annoyed it was monday, tired, and just not paying attention. i didnt think i was that close to the car. but i was. going home from work that day i tried to find my mirror on the side of the luck. and the next morning i didnt see it either. soo, eventually ill get one. until then, i drive a ghetto car. now, not just dinged up, but officially missing parts! hahahaha.

you go get 'em hil. just keep truckin :)

as im sure you all appreciate my ridiculous stories, there will be more to come.
love you all!! :)


skpa said…
I really had a good laugh over this. finally!

Popular posts from this blog

march madness

i have come to find the madness of life happens far beyond march. that said, when we really think about it, lifes madness is a gift, right? i mean that in a "take the good with the bad" kind of way, not so much that i love the madness.

i live in madness. all the time. i love so many things about NYC - but sometimes, those same things are the things that sending me screaming into my pillow or heading out of town at a moments notice.

take this past weekend. i had had enough of NYC - sleepless nights, work stress and a nagging running injury. it was one of my best childhood friends birthdays, so i hopped on a train for a 3.5 hour ride to newport for an incredible night filled with endless prosecco and bread, birthday cake and wonderful memories and laughs, i returned to NYC 24 hours later (after a 5 hour wi-fi less ride) a better person. sure, the ride back was brutal - but the sore abs and messy hair reminded me that it was exactly what life is about.

madness, baby. may it las…

break a sweat - even when youd rather do ANYTHING but.

there is only one way to begin the difficult journey of the holiday sugar detox: break a sweat. 

miraculously i didnt miss a day over the holidays to break a sweat -- but that really just means i got up extra early or ran when people were napping (i.e. full and feeling gross) so not all of my holiday miles or squats were pretty. or felt particular good.

BUT, i laced up and got out there -- or followed along to a dailyburn workout. i kept telling myself i could slow down or take it easier, but shit, im doing a workout.

so basically, what they say is true. no matter how slow you go, youre still lapping everyone on the couch. go get in a good sweat, then reward yourself with some couch time :)