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Driving Lessons November 25, 2013

Filed under: What Doesn't Kill You — meganorussell @ 8:30 pm
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For my sixteenth birthday my mother gave me a bumper sticker that read “Clear the road! I’m Sixteen!” and took me to get my learner’s permit. I was so excited to drive! Until I got to the actual driving part. That was terrifying and ended in fights and tears every time. I was too afraid to merge. I would almost get us all killed. My mother would yell. It was a vicious cycle. So, I stopped trying to drive.

I went to college in Oklahoma and couldn’t use my out-of-state permit, so even though some of my friends and my boyfriend all wanted to teach me to drive, they couldn’t. I was secretly thrilled. If my own mother wanted to kill me when I drove her car, what would my friends do?

I left Oklahoma without driving. I went to Rhode Island and worked at Astors Beechwood Mansion. They had a Model A Ford kit car that people could drive around town advertising the living history. Even this very old-school convertible could not tempt me to learn how to drive.

But finally, my sweet fiancé got food poisoning. Horrible, nasty, three-day-long food poisoning. And I couldn’t drive to the store to buy him ginger ale. That was the kick in the pants I needed. We got me a new permit for the state we were currently working in, and my fiancé taught me how to drive. I think it proves we were meant to be together that we were planning a wedding, he was teaching me to drive, and we were working twelve hours a day, six days a week, and still managed to make it to the altar.

At twenty-three, I finally got my license just about two weeks before my wedding. I then knocked the side mirror off the car, but hey, we all have to start somewhere, right?
For my lovely followers: I have decreed that Monday blog posts shall now go up in the evening instead of in the morning. Nobody likes Monday mornings anyway.

 

My Cup Runneth Over June 5, 2013

Once upon a time my husband and I were driving cross country. We stopped to see a friend in Oklahoma City and had a wonderful Mexican meal. The next morning we were going to make the short trip to Tulsa, Oklahoma to see another friend.  We stopped for lunch at one of our favorite burger places. But somehow I didn’t feel very well. I couldn’t eat my burger. But as someone with a sensitive stomach, I thought nothing of it as we continued our trek to Tulsa. A few miles down the road I did not feel well at all. My husband handed me my see through McDonalds Extra Large Iced Coffee cup from the day before and said he wanted me to hold on to it just in case. I laughed at him for being so silly and worried. Ha-ha-ha-ha! (more…)

 

It’s a Good Thing He’s Pretty May 27, 2013

Filed under: Marriage Mayhem — meganorussell @ 8:05 am
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Senior year of college my fiancé and I got an apartment together off campus (scandalous, I know). It was in a, shall we say, skeezy part of town, but we could afford the rent so we went with it. Inside the apartment was great! New carpets, walk-in closet, big bathroom. The only problem was the heat. For some reason, the heat would kick on, but it never really warmed up our bedroom. Right before Thanksgiving break I had had enough of being cold. I just wanted to sleep in a warm cuddly bed, and since making the heat actually heat didn’t seem to be an option, I turned to the old standby of an electric blanket. But electric blankets are expensive, and we had no money. But we were heading to my fiancé’s parents for Thanksgiving. So I asked if his parents had an electric blanket. (more…)