Joining the club.

You guys, I have a blog. I don't know why I feel so awkward about it, since I actually have kept online journals before. I think maybe it's that the word "blog" gives me a creepy feeling inside, like "moist" or "gentle." Or perhaps it's because my online journals were full of charming anecdotes about all the exciting things I was doing overseas, and now not so much. In any case, I have now caved to peer pressure so everyone can experience my life... in blog form.

So my big news of the week comes in the form of a wicked dent in my driver-side door. Please to enjoy:



This happened last Wednesday on my way to work, after it had snowed the night before. The snow on the roads had already melted, and I've driven in worse, so I didn't think it would be too big of a deal getting to work. I'd been on the road for no more than 5 minutes when I thought, "Wow, this street is usually a lot busier during rush hour. That's so weird that there are no other cars around."

Moments later, I was coming around a bend in the road and must have hit a patch of black ice, because I started to spin out. I did my best to remember everything you're supposed to do in those circumstances (let off the gas, turn in the direction of the spin, don't brake suddenly, etc.), but still ended up swerving across the lane next to me, onto the sidewalk where I slid into a small tree. The little tree was destroyed, but aside from freaking out and having a major adrenaline rush, I was completely fine. I gave myself a few minutes to calm down, waited for a break in the traffic that had appeared in the meantime, and then drove off the curb and continued to work.