With all of the hustle and bustle of the holiday, it is always very difficult to catch up with friends, especially when we've been in a deep freeze.
Most of my time off has been spent cleaning out the basement, donating computer equipment, taking tons of stuff to the Salvation Army and bundling up about $3,000 worth of clothes from my past at home based business and sending them to the local women's shelter (a cause very close to my heart).
New Year's Eve day was spent in a swirl of cleaning (I'm very superstitious) and getting ready for the evenings festivities. The oven was on and cooking none stop all day, cabbage rolls, rice bread egg tarts, cranberry brie puff pastries and other delectable delights. Lily was running around the house like a crazy cat because I was packing not only my running bag, but my suitcase with my "outfit" for the
Murder Mystery Dinner plus a huge box containing food, adult BEvERages, champagne and wine....
Friends that live even further out of town were going to meet at my place then we were going to "convoy" into town to our friend Wooo Hooo Brenda's place. Glenda arrived and we exchanged our little Christmas gifts, then Anne and Dean finally made it again we took the time to exchange a few little pressie's too. By now, time was cutting close to when we had to leave to get to Brenda's to change into our running gear and head right downtown Ottawa for our annual Resolution Run!
We were rushing around packing up the car's with all of our belongings, Anne and Dean were going to follow us in, so they headed to their car, I still had stuff to pack into my car, Glenda went out to help throw stuff into the car. Next thing I know Glenda comes in the door and says, there's been an accident, Anne and Dean's car was hit out on the street. BANG!!
Apparently a guy in a huge, loaded Ford F150 came hurtling down my street and hit the car, crushing the back end and pushing the car into my neighbour's driveway thus hitting their car! The guy hauls ass out of his truck yelling that it wasn't his fault, blah, blah, blah. By now, Anne is in my house calling 911 and I'm out the door to see what is going on. "Little noisy man" is going on about how it is not his fault and Dean, being as cool and collected as he is, asks the guy for his insurance, etc....to which "LNM" answers, I don't have to "f'" ing" give you anything, I didn't bring my wallet, yada, yada. Now, if you guys know me, I have to get into the mix....so I said, (pulling myself up into my full 5'10" ), the cops are on their way, if you DON'T have any I.D. on you, especially insurance, you are in deep trouble. He pulls out his wallet.
I won't go into any further detail, but the police arrived, took all the information, made the guy blow into the breathalyzer, yup, suspended licence, justice is served BUT.....
Now we have to transfer all of Anne and Dean's stuff into my car and Glenda's van....and they still want to get to the race! So, they pile into the van and head off to Brenda's where the other's were waiting for them, I still had to finish loading up my car.
to be continued.................