…of a teenage driver.
Yesterday, just as I was about to eat my lunch (hadn’t eaten anything yet, was too busy to eat breakfast), my phone rang. I saw that it was Dobby, who had just left for school, and thought maybe she had forgotten something. I steeled myself for the inevitable argument – I’m pretty firm that if she forgets something she’s on her own now that she’s in college – and picked up the phone. Here is the beginning of the conversation:
Dobby: “Mom? MOM! I JUST REAR-ENDED SOMEONE! YOU HAVE TO COME NOW!!”
Me: “Are you okay?”
Me: (well, I knew her LUNGS were okay at that point) “Okay, well, first you need to calm down…”
…and that’s when the screaming started. *sigh* Apparently, telling her to calm down ‘made everything worse’ and she started yelling even more. Thank GSD the officer on the scene calmed her down and the people in front of her were calm about it or who knows what would have happened to her.
So, of course, I (unshowered and unfed) jumped in the Jeep to go rescue her. When I got there, everyone else was gone and the car appeared driveable so she followed me home. Thankfully, it was an uneventful trip and she kept at least three car lengths between us the entire time. ;o)
When we got back, the first thing she said to me was, “Mom…are you mad?” I did what any quick-thinking mom would do and answered, “no…just disappointed.” Which is the truth. I’m not sure how much she is truly at fault since the person at the front of the line was only 18 and odds are she slammed on the brakes to make a last minute turn. I’m also trying to remind myself that she’s had her license for two years and it could have been worse. She could have gotten into an accident the day she got her license. ;o) Dobby then got to see me GET mad when I tried to reach the insurance company and the agent and couldn’t get a person on the line (which, btw, is why I’m SWITCHING) and then had to jump through all the lovely hoops they put in front of you when your daughter gets in a car accident while driving a car that is still in your name. Fun times.
Want to see the damage?
It’s better than it was. Roger put on his ‘hillbilly body shop’ hat last night and bent it back mostly to where it was pre-impact (you should have seen him jumping up and down on the bumper, it was pretty funny…sorry I forgot the camera). Dobby will be calling the junkyard today to see if she can get a new headlight. I’m sure a new car is in the cards for her eventually but what’s the point getting her a new car now right before it starts snowing? She might as well beat the hell out of this one for a few more months…
The weather did not cooperate on Friday, we had rain and general yuckiness which, combined with a low battery situation, made the photos dark and generally yucky. :o(
Here are the few that didn’t completely suck – and can I just say that trying to get six teenagers to pose for a decent picture is right up there with herding cats in the frustration department? ;o)
As usual, clickety to see the magic. ;o) The girl in the lavender dress is Elaina (you last saw her here – she’s the one with no pants) and the girl in the red dress is Erin. Thanks for looking!
Dobby spent last week in London with some of her classmates and two of her teachers. She says she had a great time and saw lots of things – and even more important, she missed my cooking! ;o) When I said in my last post that she ‘survived’ Fish & Chips I meant it. She h-a-t-e-s fish. Loves fries with vinegar, but the fish she can live without. However, the teachers picked the right night to feed the kids the fish – it was the first night they got there and they hadn’t eaten anything in (like) forever so they were STARVING. She says she ate the whole thing. ;o)
She took over 300 pictures – I’m going to share 15 of them with you. Just click on the picture below and you’ll be taken to the album.
Let me know which ones are your favorites! If anyone is interested in reading about what the group did while they were there, the trip diary can be found here.
- Getting screamed at when you tell someone you’ll ‘think about it’ (instead of no).
- Hearing ‘what-EVER‘ about 136 times a day.
- Being expected to be a taxi, no matter what.
- Orthodontist appointments.
- Saying ‘don’t make me regret letting you do this’ about a dozen times.
- A dishwasher loaded with clean dishes – for two days (because being online is waaay more important) Did I mention I have one of those old wheel-it-to-the sink models that sit in the middle of the kitchen? TWO days, people. TWO.
- Being unable to use your own toilet because the bathroom is occupied 23.9 hours a day.
….in case you haven’t guessed already…my daughter is back from a summer at my sister’s in PA. I was happy for about five minutes and then she spoke…
Just kidding, I’m pretty sure I’m happy she’s back. ;o)
My daughter was in not one but THREE Memorial Day parades on Monday and she managed to not fall on her face. NOT ONCE!! We are not a graceful people and this is a major accomplishment. Not sure if I have mentioned this but Heather plays the flute – to be specific, Heather plays the flute that I played from fifth through twelfth grade and does it pretty darned well if you ask most people that aren’t related to her (you can’t ask relations, we’re biased). She is in the concert, jazz and marching bands at her high school and the teacher actually likes her! (This is also a major accomplishment because our sense of humor generally is not much appreciated in a classroom setting – my band teacher once threw a music stand at me, not a pretty picture). Here is a photo of the marching band in my hometown’s parade (yes I grew up in this sleepy little hamlet):
Yup, I managed to get a photo of the entire band – they’re pretty well spaced and walking in a straight line, too!
We have the obligatory photo of the band leader:
Now here is a photo of Elaina (blue arrow), Erin (green arrow) and Heather’s foot (pink arrow):
At this point I’m thinkin’ that I’m smokin’ and I am going to get the best picture of all. The one with my daughter’s smiling face as she marches in time with the rest of the band. I had most of the things I needed for this shot: Camera, marching band, parade, DAUGHTER SMILING AT ME but did I get the photo? That would have to be a NO. Apparently I need to purchase a new camera that thinks faster:
Yes, that is my daughter’s butt. This sucks.