Things I thought about today:
When I send out emails they go with my maiden name because I wasn’t married when I got th email address. If you haven’t received an email from me, you don’t know what that name is, but I will clue you in. You say why don’t I worry about stalkers? Well its simple really. All anyone has to know is that my husband owns lots and LOTS of big big guns and he’s taught me how to use them. So. My maiden name is Bacon. Yeah the next question was always, “Do you know Kevin Bacon?” To which I would reply, “Yes he’s my father and brother….” And watch their mouths dro to the floor. See my dad is actually older than the actor and therefore is the original Kevin Bacon and my little brother is a Junior so yes I know Kevin Bacon(s) and think mine are better anyway.
Random parte deux;
I was reading a post by the brilliantly amusing Dana and her remark about the hours of time seemingly involved in these situations where your life is in danger struck home. Here’s why. Two and a half years ago almost to the day, I had a very close call. I was on my way to Jarell’s house to pick him up. I was driving his 2004 Explorer Sport because the trip from California to Missouri had blown the headgasket in my little Toyota and it was having a new engine installed courtesy of my totally awesome dad. I had been driving on the freeway with the cruise control set to 70 mph to avoid any issues with the law. I’d had my license for exactly 2 months to the day and was still a little nervous. I turned onto his freshly coated gravel road. It was January but there had been no snow that year. As I accelerated to 25 mph, the cruise control had other ideas and jumped it up a notch to 70 mph all on its own. For decades of time I swerved across that road back and forth before the SUV jumped an embankment that was about an 85 degree angle and taller than the car and slammed into a telephone pole as it started to flip forward. My life stopped right there and I thought about how much I was going to miss my family and how I wished I could see Jarell one more time as the engine raced on and my foot held the brake pedal ineffectively to the floor.
The car slammed back down on the ground and continued to try to race its way through the telephone pole holding it stationary while I fumbled for the keys and shut off the ignition. I called Jarell who was less than a mile away and when he got there I knew he was the only one I’d ever love because as I sobbed out how sorry I was about his car, his baby, he told me he didn’t give a damn about the car, was I alright. My dad who used to investigate accidents for the army later told me that the whole thing probably happened in about 10 seconds.
There is a defect in Ford Explorers, Expeditions, and Excursions made between 2000 and 2004 that causes their cruise controls to do a couple things; either they stay on after the car is off, running down the battery and eventually catching on fire, or they restart themselves at the last speed they were set for and the throttle spring isn’t strong enough to shut back down once it is wide open. Ford told my FIL that he had no case.
Why do I remember the date so well? It was my 20th birthday and I was headed to Jarell’s house to pick him up since I had his car so that we could spend a romantic evening together. We ended up at Applebee’s instead of the date he had planned.
Gratuitous doggy pictures:
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- She almost looked at me
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- So sweet aren’t they?
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- She was barking at me because I wouldn’t let her out of the fence
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- Aww come on lemme out pweese
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- Pepper in the red collar saying let me in let me in
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- Let me out let me out!
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- I’m pooped
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- Picture perfect
