AN UNEXPECTED SURPRISE.........

Last night, my husband picked me up from work.  He was trying to make small talk, but I really wasn't interested in talking to him.  I was still sore about the accident, and from staying up all night crying and being upset with him.  I had a full day,, and was very, very tired.  I just wanted to get home.

I was quietly looking at the cars passing us on the way home, envious because they were driving and I wasn't. 

When Matthew pulled into the driveway, I saw that he HAD MY CAR FIXED!!!!

And not in a half-stepping way, either!  He went to a Pick-A-Part yard and had the entire left-side rear tail light replaced!  He also fixed my back tire, which was always losing air!  I couldn't believe it!  My car looks better than it did before the accident, because there already was a small crack in the rear tail light glass before that idiot smashed it out entirely!

Naturally, I had to do some SERIOUS damage control on the home front.  I apologized profusely for all the horrible things that I said to him.  But by not being able to expect him to come through for me so many years before, how was I supposed to expect to count on him NOW?!?  I ain't lyin' y'all; I still am shocked.  But very, very, VERY appreciative, and grateful.  I love my dear, sweet, meek, humble, PATIENT husband.........LOL

He was "compensated" in ways that we women are known for..........~*LOL*~

I fixed him dinner today, and a movie that I purchased from Amazon.com that we wanted to see arrived in the mail yesterday.  We will probably watch it tonight or tomorrow night, because he is off on weekends. 

I am SO GLAD that things worked out between us so quickly.  I really didn't want to waste our time together being angry and hurt.  I'll keep you posted on what's going on with the insurance process.

Adrian       

ACCIDENT

I was involved in a car accident yesterday.  All I wanted to do was go around the corner to the laundromat to dry my clothes.  At the light, a car was stalled ahead of me, in the right lane.  That meant that I had to go around it to make my right turn.  I wasn't going to drive into incoming traffic, so I waited while the cars in the left lane passed before attempting to move.  Before I even had a chance to move or turn my steering wheel, the driver behind me rammed into the back  of my car.  He was on the cell phone, not paying attention, and didn't notice that I hadn't moved yet.

None of us were injured, but I was deeply hurt, because he smashed my entire left-side taillight out.  I cannot legally drive my car without risking a ticket.  Worse, the driver of the car that hit mine and the women who were stalled in front of my car started arguing with me because instead of exchanging information, I decided to call the police.  The driver of the car behind me didn't have any proof of insurance, so the police had to come out.  Then, he comes up with this story that I backed up, and that's how he hit me.  I was FURIOUS.  I NEVER moved my car.  He and I, and the two busybodies were going at it for about two hours until the police arrived.  By that time, I was reduced to tears.  I didn't receive a citation, because the officer couldn't determine that I was at fault.  However, the driver of the vehicle behind me received a citation for not having valid proof of insurance. 

What made me so angry was, for one, the driver started singing his song, talking about he was going to pay me for the damages done to my car.  Then he changed his story around several times.  First, he said he offered me $200.  Then, he told his cronies that he wasn't going to give me anything!  Then, the two busybodies kept on butting their nose in the incident, and they weren't even involved in the accident!  Then, I overheard him telling them that I should have been glad that he offered me $200 for the damages to my car.  Then, he said that he was only going to give me $150!  I didn't believe that this man had any money,  just as I knew that he didn't have any insurance.  I told those women that since they were worried about the money so much, I give them full authority to it; take it if they want it, because I don't want his money!  Of course, he was bluffing; he ain't had no $200!  I wasn't born yesterday..............  

This isn't HIS car; it may be old, but it is MINE.  It got me where I needed to go.  He just got some minor scratches on his nice, newer truck.  I cannot drive my car until it is repaired.  That will take money and time, both to which I do not have.  He was so arrogant and cocky about it; constantly making up stories and telling lies.  But I stood my ground.  I always believe that the truth will stand, no matter what happens.  He tried to talk those ladies (who probably thought that he was "cute," NOT) to be his witnesses.  But when the officer arrived, they, and their "testimonies," got lost.

What made my bad experience ten times worse, is that when I finally wound down well enough to get some sleep, my husband, who called himself "comforting" me (I was, and still am, crying), wants to turn his gesture of "comfort" into an opportunity to lecture me on my behavior.

According to him, I should have kept a "cool head."  I "kept talking," and didn't "shut up."  First of all, He arrived after the commotion started.  And although Matthew was "there" with me, he didn't say a word in my defense.  He just sat there watching everything unfold.  Furthermore, he isn't in any position to be of any help to me. I was angry; I was upset; this man tried to screw me, and I wasn't letting him get away with it.  Then, he tells me that "that's how I got myself in that situation, by running my mouth."  WHAT situation?!?  You mean, it's MY fault that this man ran into me and wrecked my car?!?  Is he NUTS?!?

I don't know what I am feeling right now.  I am feeling so many things.  I'm not surprised that Matthew tried to condemn me and be condescending; it's part of his passive nature.  He does that all the time.  Self-righteous.  But I am so tired of being made to feel like some big failure or a sinner because when I have feelings or emotions, I don't always reign them in as well as I should.  I mean, this was a situation where, in my opinion, my actions were justified.   I wasn't vulgar, but I was very upset, and I stood my ground, no matter what devices those people were trying to conjure up.  Even my mother seemed to side with Matt (even though she tried to cheer me up by having me help her purchase my birthday-present early; I was THAT upset.  Gotta love Mom! LOL). 

I am not perfect.  Only Jesus is perfect.  But I AM human.  Am I wrong for being human?  I mean, it isn't like I behave like that EVERY DAY, and I know it.  And I wasn't the only one aggravated out there; the two busybodies, and the driver of the other car was just as bad, if not worse, than I was.  But my husband.......sweet, quiet, "meek," "perfect" Matthew, would NEVER behave like that....tsk, tsk, tsk. For shame!  He was appalled!  He was embarrassed!  Gasp!!! 

Sometimes, I just tire of men.  They always manage to make messes that someone else has to fix.  They don't support where they need to.  They always make promises that they cannot keep.  They have this uncanny ability to be critical and find fault, when obviously blind to their own.  They NEVER see the whole picture, they always have tunnel vision. Most of all, they always look out for number one.  Numero Uno.  No matter WHAT happens, they'll make sure that their asses are in the clear, and leave a woman out hanging to dry.  Leave us hanging, leave us responsible for cleaning up the messes, righting things, shouldering the burden, and caring for everything and everyone else but ourselves.

For anyone reading this blog, please excuse the tone.  I love my family.  I just don't think that acting like everything that happens in my life is hunky-dory is genuine.  In a few days, everything will boil over.  I just needed to vent.  Now, my husband and I are down to one car, and we don't know what we are going to do.  I loved my old car.  It was MY car.  I was very, very grateful for it.  Now, I am without my own transportation again.  I am very, very hurt.  I did all that I could to keep it running.  I am tired of putting money on it.  I am just tired, period.

Adrian                

IT'S BEEN AWHILE........

So much has happened since I last posted.

The girls are in Mississippi, having a ball.  Matthew and I are taking advantage of every solitary moment we have with each other.  We're talking to each other, watching (and going) to movies, eating out, eating dinner at home together, you name it, we are doing it! LOL  I wish that every married couple could have the opportunity to have some carefree time alone.  We are blessed, and I am so grateful to have this time with him.  Believe it or not, this time together really helps our relationship.  So often, we get caught up in the hustle and bustle of family life, and it's easy to forget why we married each other in the first place!  Quality time together helps us remember.  I still love my husband, and he still loves me.  It's good to know that the love between us is still very much alive.

The new supervisors that are here in the Comm center will be taking over our present supervisor's duties.  He told us that he has been promoted to better job, but most of my co-workers believe that he will be DEMOTED, or let go altogether, LOL.  Let's face it; he's a VERY nice guy and all, but being "nice" doesn't always make you a good supervisor.  You have to balance some sternness and an ability to get things done in there somewhere, you know?  Anyway, this will be his last week here with us, then he is going on an extended road trip, and he will not be with us when he returns.  So far, so good with the new guys; they seem to be able to keep things under control in here.  I also notice that they are hiring other people from other departments, so the slots are filling up really quickly.  That is always a good thing.

I have mentioned before that there is a morning position available. One of the ladies who worked  on the morning shift received a promotion, and is now working in the Admin building.  There are three people fighting over that morning spot.  One is a lady who already works mornings, but has "crappy" off days (two weekdays off).  She has her eyes set on the Sun-Mon time slot.  Then, there is another one of my co-workers who is on this shift that wants that slot.  She already works Sun-Mon on this shift, but wants the same days off on mornings, should they decide to give her that time slot.  Then there is a guy who works mid-day, 10 AM-6AM, who wants that morning shift, too.  Seniority doesn't matter in the selection; whoever turned in their shift request slip first gets the slot.  So far, that lady has been gone two weeks, and we STILL don't know who is getting that time slot.  Plus, when I went online to check my husband's job application status, I found out that ONE of these positions is up for grabs, meaning that they are looking for a replacement.  It may go to someone who already works here in the airport; no one knows at this point.  I'll keep y'all posted.

I am reading "The Smartest Guys In The Room," the story of Enron.  I bought it from the discount books table at Wal-Mart.  This is a very shocking read, to say the least.  I watched the movie on PBS, but the book goes into more detail, revealing the backgrounds of all the players involved in the scandal.  Most, if not all of these folks came from hardworking, impoverished or rural families, went to college, got those MBA's and Ph.D.'s, and lost their minds!  You would think that coming from backgrounds like those would instill values and ethics.  But these people were so determined not to return to those hard-working, lacking days of their youth that they did ANYTHING to make money.  I really feel sorry for those people. 

New Orleans is the #1 murder capital in the country again.  Tragic shame. :-(

Adrian

Another Wrestler Dies Young

My family are pro-wrestling fans, so naturally we have been following the Chris Benoit tragedy.  I can imagine how much stress these men are under in order to be "on top."  But for the sake of entertainment, I don't think that it's right for lives to end so shortly, or painfully.  Here is a link to one of the stories, as well as a pretty good explanation of how these drugs (in this article, pain killers) affect the body, why they are so addictive, and why they wreak so much havoc. 

Benoit Tragedy Not The Only One (Deaths of several wrestlers from steroid use)

Who Feels No Pain? (Painkillers)

 

Adrian