So today we had three fatal, fiery automobile accidents occur within ten miles of our house. Kind of strange. We had to sort of meander and backtrack our way through town to get to things, as thousands and thousands of cars and trucks were re-routed from the nearby freeways onto the roads between our home and the outside world. Driving an overpass a few streets away, we could see what was left of the accident on highway 40. As for the double-accident on 85, that's what caused the line of semis stopped still for hours on the bridge over our main road. And I have never seen a stranger or more alarming sight than the photo of the pickup truck that was hit by the semi. (Turns out the driver of the semi was under the influence of methadone and marijuana.) And the word they have for us on the news? Drive defensively. I'll say.
Why is Devon writing The Green Notebook?
Two reasons. Mostly. I have a blog--The Yellow Notebook--but have noticed that blogs with specific goals seem to shine. So I decided that I would blog about the next two-and-a-half years as we work REALLY hard at squeezing my husband through nursing school while randomly making money, consistently saving ourselves money, raising small children, writing a novel, dealing with the current economy, trusting God and deepening our friendships, et al. Watch the balancing act! Also, my friends have been complaining that blogs tend to be, well... life edited. So I am going to try NOT to edit out the things that make us a real family with real financial and other struggles. And in this ring...
By the way, I have not named my children "Boy" and "Girl." I just like to refer to them that way on the blog. I also refer to my nephew as "Baby."
And here is my tagline:
What economy? Or Diary of a Young, Urbanite, Apolitical, Lower-Income, Middle-Class, Writer, Foodie, Artist, Stay-at-Home Mom.
*If you want to know our story and the protracted story of this blog, see the entry from January 17, 2010, titled appropriately "Our Story."
By the way, I have not named my children "Boy" and "Girl." I just like to refer to them that way on the blog. I also refer to my nephew as "Baby."
And here is my tagline:
*If you want to know our story and the protracted story of this blog, see the entry from January 17, 2010, titled appropriately "Our Story."
Friday, July 1, 2011
Why I Get Anxious About Driving Sometimes
So today we had three fatal, fiery automobile accidents occur within ten miles of our house. Kind of strange. We had to sort of meander and backtrack our way through town to get to things, as thousands and thousands of cars and trucks were re-routed from the nearby freeways onto the roads between our home and the outside world. Driving an overpass a few streets away, we could see what was left of the accident on highway 40. As for the double-accident on 85, that's what caused the line of semis stopped still for hours on the bridge over our main road. And I have never seen a stranger or more alarming sight than the photo of the pickup truck that was hit by the semi. (Turns out the driver of the semi was under the influence of methadone and marijuana.) And the word they have for us on the news? Drive defensively. I'll say.
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