The shower incident AND Thanksgiving in June.

Last night while I was in the shower, I got the scare of my life. I was finishing up,rinsing my hair out, kind of hurrying so I could check on dinner (see below). All of a sudden, I hear this loud POP sound, almost like a gunshot. It caught me off guard and made me jump so bad that I slipped and had to catch myself (luckily I did) on the side of the bathtub.

I had no idea what the noise was - at first. As I got up off of the bathtub floor, scared out of my mind, I looked around. What did I find? My shaving cream, somewhat exploded. The cap had popped off by itself, hence the noise. So, once my heart beat slowed down and I was able to compose myself, I rinsed off my shaving cream and put the cap back on. I thought nothing else of it. Because I'm an airhead.

Now, in all the years I've kept shaving cream IN the shower, this has never once happened. Never. NO matter how steamy or hot the bathroom or whatever. So, I found it odd that this happened so randomly. Now I've learned my lesson.

After my shower, as I was brushing my hair, I heard the pop again. This time, I knew what it was. The sound made me jump, but I didn't get terrified thinking it was gunshots this time. So I looked over and this is what I saw:

Some serious explosion, right? And you bet I left the mess there to show Justin and tell him about the scary situation I was in ;-).

For dinner yesterday, I made a turkey. A 10lb turkey to be exact. Just for the two of us. Reason? Well, we've had it in our freezer for about 6 months. We received it free around the holidays. Now that Justin isn't trucking anymore, we decided a few days ago to take it out to thaw and that we'd eat it in a few days (yesterday).

Obviously, it's not Thanksgiving. Something weird about me, though - I crave turkey dinners all the time. No joke. More times than not, when I go to a restaurant that serves some sort of turkey/Thanksgiving style dinner, I order it. I'm not even too sure why; I just enjoy the foods, and it kind of makes me think of the holidays? Comforting, I guess. So anyways, since the turkey I prepared was the very first turkey I've ever made by myself, I was very careful. I used the turkey sized oven bags, seasoned it deliciously, and was extremely careful with each step.

To go with it, to complete to "holiday" feeling I felt, I decided to go all out, kind of. Homemade mashed potatoes, gravy, biscuits, green beans, and stuffing. Keep in mind it was just the two of us. Smart me, though, made small portions of each. Nothing went to waste thank goodness.

And let me tell you... everything came out wonderful! Surely I gave myself a few pats on the back. The turkey- perfect! My first one, a success. Only bummer about the dinner? We didn't get to enjoy it until pretty late. Justin got off work late, then had to sit in traffic for over an hour to get home. But it was worth it when he made it here.

(Again, I forgot to take a picture. I'll catch on someday and remember to take pictures of everything).

I was almost road kill.

Naturally, I'm a pretty good driver. Not bragging, just being honest. Maybe I go way over the speedlimit. And hey, so what if I don't always use my turn signal when switching lanes. Yeah, I'm a badass. It makes me feel powerful, me and my little Toyota Yaris. But there is one thing that stil kinda scares me and makes my stomach turn just a little each time it happens. What's that, you ask? It's when I have to drive past a semi truck and I'm in the slow lane and they're not. Which, in my head, is always wierd because that's their territory, the let's-go-55mph-because-we-have-to lane. I just wanna scream out my window "Get back where you belong and stop making me pass you!".

Well anyways, 4:30am I'm driving to work, going 85mph because I'm already late as it is (I wasn't at home; spent the night with Justin in his truck (a semi truck people, with a sleeper) seeing as how he had to leave early this morning). Paying only just enough attention to the road, and nothing else (meaning everyone else around me), I managed to make it almost to work, and what would happen to me? My worst fear. Realizing I was almost to my exit, I hurried up and switched lanes to the far right. And go figure, there happened to be a semi in the lane next to me, not in his own damn lane, because he's in denial that he's so much slower than the rest of us, which automatically annoyed me to begin with. Minding my own business, almost to the exit, I happened to quickly turn my head to the left, because I had this sensation that I was boxed in all of a sudden. Funny thing was, I WAS boxed in! This idiot was totally drifting into my lane, probably about two inches from my poor car. And he didn't do what most do. You know, realize that, "oh shit, I'm gonna hit her!". No, what does he do instead? Gets closer, obviously not realizing he is pushing my off the side of the road! Freaking out, I sped up and went right at the same time, making it safely to the shoulder. It was then he finally realized what a douche he was. Too late then. He drove on, I got back on the road, got off the exit and went to work, my heart still pounding a mile a minute.