The Cops Pulled Me Over and Carted Me Away
Well, I was scared to death and thought they were going to. Seriously they followed me all the way up the mountain. I was just driving home from youth group when passing the turn-off to Herberton, the cops pull out behind me. Josh is snickering in the backseat, "Guess which way they turned." And Dad's all fatherly, "Don't worry. They're nothing to be afraid of."
The first turnoff I had to make turns up suddenly around a sharp corner and it was so foggy I just knew I was going to miss it. I kept asking Dad when it was coming and I was so nervous I still ended up mistakening the turn off three corners berfore it turned up. I indicated for like three quarters of the mountain and I wonder what the poor cops thought of that. Then as I come up to turn a car comes driving up from the opposite direction so I'm just sitting there dumbly in the middle of the road and I thought (ok, was desperately hoping) that the cops would pull out and go ahead but they're just sitting there nice as you please right behind me and I'm so nervous I forgot to dim my lights.
I take the turn and I'm just getting over my dismay and embarrassment and starting to convince myself the cops just happen to be going in the same direction as me when I see these strange lights in my rearview mirror and realize they're flashing me. I'm gripping the wheel in panic and Dads like, "You have to pull over." Oh. So I do and managed to have the place of mind to wind down my window before the guy turns up with his little torch.
He looks at me with this half smile, "Did you realize you just high-beamed someone back there?" Oh, man. He wants to flame me for that? "Nah, it's ok, you're not really in trouble. I noticed your 'L' plates and it must be nerve-racking having a police car behind you." Understatement!
He ended up being pretty nice and only really wanted to give me a breathalizer test. Consumed any alcohol? No, sir. Oh, good. Then he gave me the straw as a momento for my first breathalizer test and drove off. It was all kind of melodramatic. Thankgoodness. He even noticed I can I go for my P's soon.
P.S. By the way, thank you so much to everyone who wrote letters for the notebook thing Stephen was putting together. I love it so much! Thank you! Namely: thanks to Stephen for going to so much trouble to put it all together (and Mum and Hannah who hacked into my e-mail accounts), Rebecca (from the Sunshine Coast), Heidi, Pete H., Rachel and Matt (& Shelby), Matt D., Sarah, Cory, Beth G., Josh, Caleb, Aaron, all the Khus, Naomi, Kyra, Bethany, Melina, and all the others. It's seriously one of the best presents I've ever gotten.
I had an awesome birthday and I'll try to post photos sometime. Maybe late next week. I have a feeling the next couple of days are going to be kind of full. Could be interesting. I hope y'all have a good weekend/week (depending on where you live!).
Nearly There
Countdown: TWO DAYS until my eighteenth.
Or....(and this sounds way better): 25 hrs and 6 minutes until I become an adult.
What is it about having no parents around that makes everything weird and spooky happen?
So yeah, our neighbour was nearly involved in a car crash, everyone thought we were burning down the neighbourhood and I wish mum was home already.
Countdown: THREE DAYS until my eighteenth.
...and continues...(with a quick rugby match interlude)
I'm not sure what you guys have in America (rugby? grid iron?) but we have Rugby League over here and it's kind of a big deal this time of year. There's this one series of matches espeically called the State of Origin that are a huge deal. It's about the state of Queensland versus New South Wales and they face off once a year. The best part is how the players--no matter where they currently live--have to play for the state they were originally born in (hence it's name: State of Origin). I was born in Queensland (go the Maroons!) but my youngest brother Aaron was born in New South Wales and thus it's a real competition thing.
So yeah, my reason for explaining all this. Tonight was the last match of the three, the decider. I'd totally forgotten about it but then after tea someone brought it up and Dad was like, "We have to see it." The three middlers pooped out and voted to watch a movie so Dad, Aaron and I went over to the neighbours. The Maroons (QLD) got the first goal, then the Blues (NSW) the second. It was 4-all at half time. The blues powered ahead at this point, shooting up to 14 points with only ten minutes left to the game. I thought QLD were goners by this point and Aaron was smirking and cheering like a cheshire cat when suddenly Lockyear, captain of the Maroons, thundered through the Blues defense line and ran the ball home. The Maroons got two goals and a few extra kicks within the last ten minutes---and won. Apparently this finally breaks a three year winning streak the Blues had over us.
Today was totally weird in that it was completely boring and I was hating it and then it ends like this. I'm so not a sports nut but this warms my heart. Eat your heat out little brother! The Maroons rule.
Countdown: FOUR DAYS until my eighteenth.
P.S. Another lovely piece of news. Mummy comes home tomorrow.
....and continues....
Can you believe it. Pirates of the Caribbean 2 is out and I might be able to see it this weekend. I am a happy girl.
Countdown: FIVE DAYS until my eighteenth.
And Continues....
Today was Monday. I slept in, went to town, drove the car, weeded the garden, took care of my week-after-camp-sick suffering siblings and looked through old photo albums.
Countdown: SIX DAYS until my eighteenth.
The Countdown Continues
Man, camp fatigue is an exstoridinary phenomenon. We got home today and collapsed into mush. Hannah curled up on her bed with her butt in the air like Sid in Toy Story and was asleep within thirty seconds. I'm not exaggerating. It would have been a cute picture if she hadn't have looked like she was at deaths door.
I slept half the afternoon away myself. Now I suppose I better go rediscover the wonder of running water.
Adeus.
Countdown: EIGHT DAYS until my eighteenth.
