Yes, I realize that Wednesday was four days ago but I've been....erm....."busy."
I've been reading (A LOT) and working on a 1,000 piece puzzle, which I must admit I tend to get a teensy bit obsessed with finishing one once I've started (and I just finished the damn thing yesterday and wouldn't you know it; a piece is missing!) and since I haven't exactly had any time to myself or privacy since both guys have been under my feet Every. Single. Minute. I haven't found the time to blog. I've written several in my mind (and immediately forgot about them) - does that count?
But, finally I have a few minutes AND an exciting story to share. Well, I guess exciting is not the right word....more like...harrowing. Yes, that's a more apt description.
On Wednesday, I'd had enough. I needed to get out of the house and the guys needed to get out of the house. We were all kind of bored and I determined that we needed a family activity. So I decided we should go bowling.
Hubby and I were having fun - Man-Child? Well, let's just say he was being "moody" and because he wasn't "winning" he was getting "moodier" by the minute. I was seriously considering lobbing a bowling ball at his head to show him that things could be worse. Funny, how his mood changed instantly upon receiving a phone call. A phone call that was an invitation to go play soccer at an indoor field - thus relieving him of spending any more time with his loving parents. We decided to let him go; after we finished up the game. He was practically giddy as he hurled the ball down the lane on his last turns. It's also funny, how much his game improved as his mood did....
It was determined that we would meet his friend at the school parking lot - since MC obviously takes after me and has the inability to tell you where to go if he hasn't actually driven there himself - and that his friend would drive him home after the game. With that task accomplished, Hubby and I prepared to head home.
Hubby had asked me to drive us home in his behemoth truck. Let me be clear - I don't like driving the behemoth truck. My car is a little Toyota. Me and that Toyota are perfectly sized for each other. That truck and I? Not so much.
At any rate, I climbed into the driver's seat (seriously, I have to climb) and pulled the seat up as far as it would go and with me looking like a little old lady peering through the steering wheel, we took off. With me afraid that I was going to clip every car we passed (on both sides) with the side mirrors. Seriously, this truck takes up the whole lane it resides in.
As we merged onto the interstate and picked up speed, I observed a police car sitting on the shoulder - so I checked my speed and was assured that I hadn't been speeding; but as we passed the police car, I automatically checked my rearview mirror (as those of us who may have been guilty of speeding tend to do) to make sure he wasn't coming after me anyway.
When I looked, I didn't see that particular police car - but I saw a whole cadre of them in the distance and closing in - I briefly wondered if it was some sort of procession - but before I could begin to articulate this occurrence to Hubby I noticed a white car shoot past me on the right (on the SHOULDER of the road) and FLY down the road; weaving in and out of traffic. At that point, Hubby realized what was going on and told me to pull over.
As I did, I noticed that the shoulder was made up of "rumble strips" and had a hard time keeping the truck under control - which makes me wonder how that little car had been able to keep it under control going at speeds that surely exceeded 90 miles per hour.
About the time I pulled over and came to a stop, five or six police cars whooshed by us in hot pursuit.
We just sat there with our jaws on the floor. Had that little car lost control - as it careened over the rumble strips doing well over 90 while it was passing us by mere inches we would have been toast - as would they. We also took a moment to be grateful that MC and his friends weren't on the highway - the indoor field they were headed to was just down the street from the school.
Upon arriving home, we checked the news stations and the internet to see what had happened. Because surely, we figured, there had been a major collision - because just a few miles ahead - the bypass and the interstate merge becoming six lanes of traffic. We found nothing. We checked and checked all evening and never heard a word.
Late that night, Hubby found an article that referenced it. Apparently, there was a pair of armed robbers in that car and they were fleeing.
It wasn't until yesterday that we finally got the whole story. The police called the chase off, right around where the merge is because of concerns about the high speed of the chase and the thickening traffic.
They did find the individuals later in the day and they have all been arrested, thank God. It constantly amazes me how some people have absolutely no regard for others and their safety. But then these particular people obviously have no regard for anything other than themselves.
On another note - Happy New Year to you all. I appreciate each and every one of you - you have all made my life richer in so many ways. I wish nothing but the best for you in the coming days.