SisterRock

on my way home from my ten yr high school reunion. i’ll tell you abt it in a minute…first here’s the context.
i was driving from knoxville tn to auburn al and back for this thing, left out after work, left the husband and daughter at home (by their choice). got stuck in traffic and ended up taking six and a half hrs to get there, and i was brain fried for the first nights events. the whole weekend is uneventful actually, and i set out sunday afternoon for home, i’m not going to make any unneccessary stops bc i was ready to be home. but there’s a weird tractor-trailer/semi truck accident right outside chattanooga and the interstate in completely shut down. i sat at a standstill on the interstate for three and a half hours before finally getting off the exit. but they were routing everyone down the local highway that runs through the town and no progress is being made.
long story short, i stopped at wendy’s and a local overhead my frantic phonecall home and gave me better directions. he told me a back highway to take, and i was hesitant and afraid of getting lost but i took it.
“two roads diverged. i took the one less traveled and it has made all the difference.” i think this is from a poem by elliot, anyway “the road less travelled” had been the theme of my high school class of 97. i never understood the significance until that moment, after so many hours of interstate, and dirty commercialism, and deadness and fumes and angry people and just general ugliness, i found this wonderful country back road, almost untouched, completely refreshing and beautiful, and i sooo felt peace. i actually was enjoying the journey.
what had i been thinking taking the interstate for so long? both literally and figuratively. i don’t want to just survive, i want to enjoy life and all of it’s elements.
so i’m giving up on the interstates, the road less traveled is such a much better choice. cheesy, but true.

my husband i met each other bc he was the sidekick for his friend who was on a date with my friend who also had a sidekick that was me. we had a great conversation, actually many, but i was not particularly attracted to him. he was wearing a hat that he loves (black leather motorcycle bill hat) but it gave me the impression he was sleazy. but his personality did not support that impression, nor did it end up supporting the number of other false impressions that i made of him.
we talked for about a yr on myspace, and i knew he sort of had a crush on me, but it wasn’t until one drunken night at the bar that any progress was actually made. i thought he didn’t have a car (example of my false impressions) so i offered him a ride home, and then home ended up being my house. and the rest was history.
turns out the sleazy hat had serious personal significance and actually was closer to james dean than creapy gutter dweller. as payback for my senseless assumptions he ended up being much smarter, funnier, and “real” than me. now i aspire to be like him.

if i improved my vocab. i think i do better in writing but even then i use the same words over and over. but when i’m speaking in certain situations i feel like such a mindless idiot, my thoughts are there and they are worthwhile but i hear riduculous elementary school word-crap come from my mouth.
i’m afraid potential interviewers and other important situation people will think i’m shallow and flighty and i’m not!