If I’ve said it before I’ve said it a thousand times Insurance is a great thing to have, and it will keep you from losing everything you have if you get into a traffic collision. I’m definitely giggling about that one, but you would have to have seen Hot Fuzz to be laughing along with me. “We don’t say ‘accident’ anymore. We say ‘traffic collision’.” “Why not?” “Because the word ‘accident’ implies that no one was at fault.” yeah… anyways definitely one of those you’d have to be there kind of moments. Woah, when did I add the car chat category? And why? I mean yeah I used to be obsessed with cars but I don’t think I’ve ever really talked much about them on here… and they’re just about the least of my worries when rent is coming in, gotta pay utilities, and well eating is a factor as well.

This is one of those few times where I’m going to let the pictures do most of the talking… they say a lot.

^^ If you notice on the left side of the picture  my Trek 4900 sits maching the Honda… It likes to brag about the fact that it not only costs more than double what I paid for the Honda but also has lasted me 5 years, where as the Honda only survived 1.5 years, and cost much more in maintenance/fuel/insurance than the Trek could ever imagine costing me…

^^ Look at that, second most expensive part on the car the Flowmaster 40 series exhaust is left unscathed!  Luckily  because of this lil guy, and the Weber my dad is trading me the exhaust, and my carburetor for a new car (not saying that it’s not worth it, combined they’re worth more than the Honda itself, and without the two the old Honda wouldn’t still be running).

^^ Amazingly enough the most expensive part of the vehicle survived… The Weber 32/36 DGEV made it through the crash!!! And even got it’s own little cubby hole under the crinkled hood

The accident is explained a little more in depth in my previous entry, but nobody got hurt, and everything of value is recoverable.  Still can’t find my jewelry pliers which are somewhere in the wreckage… hoping that they’re not sitting on the side of the road off I-70, but I’m not finding them so once the insurance comes in the first thing I’m doing is getting a new set of pliers! Well, off to deal with the insurance company, and then a nice recreational bike ride

haha!!!!! So the theme for last week is “derailed” despite some minor hiccups and little things during the week that started this concept for me, the full realization that this was not a mere coincidence but rather a weekly theme came crashing in on Friday.  After the first week of the Ren. Faire I was pretty gun hoe for getting everything ready that I physically could.  I was to have more space, and be alone this time so I wouldn’t have the problem of being confused for the shotty craftsmanship of the others that I was sharing the booth with last time.   I spent most of the week frantically running around to get everything done that I possibly could, including placing orders for clasps and other things necessary to finish off some of the smaller pieces and get a full line of earrings ready.  About mid week I got thrown a curve ball that sort of got me off track with working, making it to where instead of loving the idea of getting everything ready possible and not sleeping to work (cux who needs sleep?) but instead staying up late and not really wanting to even go to Ren. Faire.  I was going anyways because it is a good opportunity and I wasn’t about to throw out anything for my business just because of a stupid notion or whim of mine.  Then Friday comes… I spent the morning going over my checklist of what I need, or might need for the faire as I packed clothing and other small items that I had waited to the last minute to have ready.  Then I waited around for my mom to come home from work since her car was ready from the body shop and every day she kept the rental car she was being charged for now that the car was ready the insurance company wasn’t paying for the rental any more (Brook had a little wreck with my mom’s car for those of you  who didn’t know).  She came home I went with her to drop off the renal, then pick up her car then going over to Tiana’s to head off to St. Louis.  Leaving early was nice, but it wasn’t fun leaving the city as I-70 over by the stadium the traffic was stop and go… mostly in stop mode.  Whatever was causing the backup, probably just rush hour traffic finally got the idea to move though, traffic picked up to about 30mph which was good, and I decided that it would be good to get rid of the sauce I was holding for the cheese sticks that were consumed.  I looked down at the dash to make sure it was clear, and looked up to see that the SUV in front of me was at a dead stop… It didn’t take any time for me to react, or consider if there was enough room to stop, I saw the vehicle and knew that there wasn’t enough room and nothing was going to get me out of harms way since there were cars on the other side.  The only thought that went through my head was that they were going to move, because this could not be happening… uh… they didn’t move, luckily because I did see it and tried to stop I only barely hit them… enough to mess up my hood a little and cause some slight troubles, but nothing too terrible, we’d still make it to St. Louis… that is until the guy behind me hit me at who knows what speed.  He hit fairly hard being that he wedged the front end of my car under the Ford Explorer in front of me, and put my rear bumper into the back seat… needless to say destroying the tent, and a variety of tools I had in the trunk… luckily no one was hurt, and we did make it to St. Louis with all of my jewelry stock.  We called ahead and told them that we had been in an accident and everything, also explaining that the tent was destroyed which posed a bit of a problem… but they said that we’d figure things out when we got there.  When we did get there however they had a gorgeous tent setup with some awesome hand painted backdrops and it was truly much better than I could of even done on my own.  I’m glad that I went, and glad I got to meet the people I did… truly awesome people, and it was great to have such a supportive group of people who could take care of us when we couldn’t do things ourselves.