I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends

What should've been a great week of seeing friends, drinking, football, and turkey quickly turned stone cold sober Saturday afternoon.

A friend of mine recieved a call from another friend. She told him she'd been in a car accident earlier Saturday morning. This was her second in two weeks. She took a turn too wide and crashed into a phone pole (she was the only person in the single car crash). The airbags never deployed and her face was smashed into the steering wheel.

After orginally planning on going out for dinner, plans were quickly changed. We made a few quick phone calls to other friends, who joined in the coconut telegraph. Some phone calls were made later than others. Realistically, we've never had to go through this, so there was no rhyme or reason as to who was called first or last. I happened to find out, only because I was there when my buddy got the call from her.

After going home and hoping in the shower, between phone calls, I darted out the door and into the Crown Vic (a V8 engine in cop car comes in handy when one is in a hurry). I picked up another buddy on my way to the hospital.

I didn't, and neither did he, expect to know what we'd be looking at. The first buddy was already there, with the eggs that she wanted. Hey, who likes hospital food?

Well, there sat one of best friends and two other friends. She was in good shape, considering her face had been smashed against a steering wheel (air bags didn't deploy). Her right eye was swolen shut, her left was black and blue, her hair had blood in it, she still smelled like smoke.....we still love her.

After sitting around for a few minutes, gaging how she was, it was clear she was back to herself. Of course we spared no jokes at her expense, after all, that's what friends are for.

Her guy friend came by, but he'd been there for quite some time already. A few more trickled in and we enojyed the calmness from chaos that had happened only hours before.

The phone continued to ring as more people called to check in on her. It seemed that she would be OK.

But, would we be? We came very close to losing one of our best friends in a moment where none of us were around. Will this be one of those things that the luster wears off after awhile and things go back to normal? If it does, then how long does it take? If it doesn't, what changes?

I guess only time will tell.

In my Life
A few things, I suppose:

An update to the radio station -
What was originally planned to go live on December 15, has been pushed back to January 5 2009. I've also got to go through a second round of interviews with the new program director for WLPR. Of course, that's if they want to interview me. My boss no longer has the pull he thought he was going to have in terms of getting myself and the SOB positions there. So, we're treading water without lifevests....interesting.

Meyer Broadcasting will be carrying the IU and VU basketball games along with the remainder of the IU football season on WWLO in conjunction with Lakeshore. Nothing new there....

I'm also waiting on the automation system to show up next week and I get to live at the station getting everything set up.

My Lowe's Life -
God......
So, I got called into an office the other day to talk about my attendance (or lack thereof). Needless to say, I'm the worst in the store in terms of being late. Really, I am. There's over 100+ people that work there and I'm the worst? I think I deserve something. A plaque? A statue? A firing?

Well, I don't care. So, my response during this whole "you need to be here on time" charade was "Are we done? I need to go take a shit." Yeah, go say that to your boss the next time your ass is getting chewed out. I assume you'll get fired. But, me? No.

Tattoo You -
I'll be going into the tattoo parlor again, to set up another appointment. This time I'll be getting two celtic designed four leaf clovers either on the front of my shoulders where they meet the chest, or on the inside of each arm at the biceps/triceps. I haven't decided yet, on the location, but those are the two places I'd get 'em.

Da Coach
Beer goggles, oh thank the Lord.













The Err Dizzle Fo Shizzle


Mary Mary Quite Contrary
If you weren't my sister, you probably wouldn't have this space. Be thankful. Cool shit will go here in the future.

Who Dat?
I bought new shoes.

We're Talking About Practice
So, the Blackhawks are 2-0-1 in the games the Err Dizz and I have gone to this season, 3-0-1 overall. Not too shabby.

The Bears blew their game against the undefeated Titans (undefeated? Yeah, I know). Needless to say, they're starting to piss me off. The division is horrible, they should be able to take it, but I guess we'll have to see how they do against Green Bay this weekend.

Da Bulls........um, ok.