life nuggets.

so i almost died today. i'm getting onto the freeway so obviously the lane is going to merge. so i'm driving at a good speed. look in my mirrors. and then out of the corner of my eye i see the whale of the highways... a MOBILE home or rv if you will... basically squeezing me out of the lane. the only problem is that there are big cement roadblocks on the side of the lane where the shoulder should be. and he has the GALL to honk at me like it's my fault. ummm hello? YOU are in the rv. YOU are driving a vehicle for fun. a Recreational Vehicle buddy. tht maeans you are on vacate. stop your stressin'. you are driving a huge vehicle with a crv honda attached to the back... which means you are loaded down. so go slow. you are in the slow lane. so go slow. i was merging in front of you. so the slowest i can go to end up behind you without tempting death is STOPPING. on the freeway. you jerk. so why don't YOU slow down. you are the one driving a beast in the slow lane headed to mexico. get off my back and stop rying to kill me and blaming me for it. i'm just saying.

in other news, this is the second time that my parents have thought me a goner for good. the first time i said i woud be home from work at 630. now i knew that my friends were going jet skiing but i figured they would be done by the time i got off work, but they weren't and they called to invite me. so i was like ya! why the heck not? well i forgot to tell me parents. i lost my phone and didn't find it until i was about to leave. i get home and my parents aren't there. no biggy. it's sunday so they do alot of church things in the evening with other members of our church, so why would they be home? i walk in the door. the phone is ringing. hello? benita!?!?!?! yeessss... oh ok. we were so worried, we're coming home.
turns out my parents called to see wher eiw as when i didn't come home. some lady with an accent fonud it so she answered it. told my parents she foundit at the beach. they flipped. they got in the car and went body searching in dumpsters around beaches.
pt.2 i get off work at 8 and the night before my friend had wanted to see a movie or something. so ic all her back and we decide to hang out when i get off. didn't even think twice about calling my parents. so it's midnight and i think to myself... time to go home! seeing as how i fell asleep a few times while watching while you were sleeping. so i pick up my phone, which i had left downstairs. NINE missed calls. immediately i go oh no. i knew who it was. and i knew i was in trouble. 2 from home and 7 from dad. ouch. so i called them. AGAIN. they were at the parking garage looking for my car. they weren't too kean when i called and the first word out of my mouth was sorry. they knew that i knew that they had freaked again. so the moral of this [these] story[ies]... don't try to kidnap and kill me or any of that stuff. if it had been me instead of that natalie whitebread chick... they would have found me five minutes after it happened. cause if i don't call then i gues i'm dead or kidnapped.

ok. that's it. jsut htought these incidents were funny tidbits of life. yay for life nuggets.:)