Deers again

My mom is happy. She went to Istanbul last week, for a week, and is happier than I've seen her since..forever. She's in love, she is being valued - mind and body. It makes me happy for her, she's just hit forty and deserves to be in love for once.

Shane and I spent Saturday night with Crystal (Preggo) and Tristian. It was interesting, her and I cooked a yumo meal, complete with four cheese ravioli in marinara, hamburgers, garlic bread and corn. It was an interesting meal. Anyway, because we live in towns that offer just one working traffic light, we ventured north to Walmart. Amazing.

As we drove back on one of the little back woods roads (the one that boasts Little Canada Rd!) we came across two deer, grazing in the grass next to the road. I can admit that ever since our literal run-in with the deer last month, I've been very wary of driving on the interstate at night. When we came across the deer, I caught my breath. We ended up turning around, going back and just looking at them, in the dark, with the only soundtrack being the cliche crickets chirping and owls whoing. It was serene, it was nice.

When Shane and I finally left that night, we took the interstate. I wanted to caution Shane to drive a little under the speed limit, but then I realized that if it's supposed to happen again, it will. I don't want to know I'm responsible if I ask him to slow down and this causes us to hit a deer again. I still feel guilty about that deer, and I still have nightmares about it. I can't get out of my head the sight of a huge brown blur flying in front of us, from the left side of the car, and all the blurs we saw as the car spun. I'm scared, and it's humbling to admit that.

Ciao.

195th

So I guess this is my 195th post published, according to blogger beta. Actually, it's much more, as I deleted a few handfuls frantically, paranoid that someone I knew would come across this site and read things I don't want read. It's one of the reasons I don't list my blog on my myspace or facebook pages. Anyways.

It's Friday, for another hour and a half, and I am keeping my promise with posting. It's kind of sad though, a lot of the people I started blogging with have disappeared (ahem, ahem Leif, Miriam, there are more but I'm lazy). Depressing, I tell you what. I mean, I remember in December of 04, harrassing Leif on his blog as I was very angry for no apparent reason, and then when he traveled to the U.S. in October of last year and we went to Yale. That was fun, eh? Wow, off topic, but yeah. Blogging has become lame since the people I blogged back and forth with have died or something. My blog posts are missing comments after the stalker and the Aussies stopped commenting. I don't care, really, I just feel lonely.

This blog seems lame- I almost want to scrap it, but I'm sentimental. This blogged followed me through mine and Shane's relationship. I posted a lot of personal posts. (Most of which have been deleted, so should you feel the urge to search through past posts - HA! You'll only find lame posts.) I've resigned myself to viewing blogs of people I don't know, since other people don't keep up with theirs (AHEM, Josh, Chris, Sona, Crystal, etc, etc). I've followed a couple women through their pregnancies, some through lawsuits, divorces, and other things that are monumental in one's life. Sometimes, it makes me feel claustrophic, trapped on the merry-go-round of life, never able to jump off. (Unless it's off a cliff, thus killing myself. I don't see this in my future, so no worries.) I'm moving on with my life, making essential career and relationship decisions that have made me happier than I've probably been all of this year. But I'm scared of failing. Failure has always been my biggest enemy; I've avoided people so much that I have agoraphobia symptoms. I've made crucial decisions in deciding what I want to do with my life because I'm scared of failing. I've hurt people when I've tried to project everything I could fail while keeping the friendship. Failure is a pain. In everyway imaginable. Gah, I'm depressing.

Ciao.

So, pretty much, I'm lame

Yeah, let's just pretend I never even mentioned trying to post every Friday. I can't even tell you what I was doing Friday.

So, a few nights ago, I get a call from some chick who talks too fast for me to fully comprehend every word she is saying. Frances, maybe. It sounded like mumbo jumbo to me. Anyhow, here's basically what she said,

"Hi Whitney, I just wanted to say congratulations! This is Francemumbojumbo from Mumbojumbo Company and since you entered your name into one of our sweepstakes, we just wanted to congratulate you and your fiance on the free honeymoon you've won! You've won our Ultimate Bridal Package and we anticipate your phone call to follow up on everything you are recieving! Call us at 1.888.80.BRIDE with [confirmation number]. Again, congratulations to you and your fiance! I have wonderful news for you!"

Wonderful news?! You sure do have wonderful news for me, Frances! It's definitely news to me that I'm:

1. unknowingly entering my personal phone line into illegitimate sweepstakes,
2. already planning my honeymoon and
3. engaged.

Engaged?! I'm engaged? That is amazing news to me! Thanks Frances! I must've been asleep for that ride!

So, my incessant cynicism kicks in after I've jumped with glee that I am engaged and never knew it! I call the number, on a Sunday, and hear that I'm connected to Royal Prestige. I leave a brief message, basically saying that I would very much appreciate a call back.

After I hang up, I jump onto the computer and search Royal Prestige. A cookware company, Google dutifully informs me after a moment. I didn't realize I could win honeymoons from people who sell waterless/greasless cooking sets.

To my dismay (heh, heh), I see that this link is one of the first things Google spits out. After scanning, I am a wee bit concerned and visit a few other sites, like www.ripoffreport.com and search Royal Prestige.

Basically, they're going to call me back and say "Oh, all you need to do is go to one of our presentations and you'll win a free 3 day/2 night honeymoon wherever you want."

My first reaction is, now why do I want to go to a high-pressure sales pitch, buy some pots that are more expensive than what I plan on spending for a honeymoon (I've seen $3500 for a measly set of pots), just so I can get this free honeymoon voucher (Airfare included? I think not!) for two whopping days when I would rather do this and rest assured that this seller is Square Trade verified (similar to the bbb and I will get my money back should this not work, which, judging from their feedback, it should work). And can you beat $49? Maybe, if it was $48, but I couldn't find that.

But! I am going! I'm going to listen to the high-pressure speech, refuse when they offer me their craptastic cookware, and ask them how they recieved my phone number. Knowing my stubborness and big mouth, I'll probably say a thing or two when they say "Only 2% interest if you finance with us..." when their contracts state it is 2% each month, thank you very much. They offer a no-return policy, so...RED FLAG! But I'll go, open my mouth, maybe get kicked out...all in all, it should be a jolly good time.