Sarah Grace and the Blog are Back with a Bang.... Or Should I Say a Crash...?

I thought I would be able to keep up with my blog in grad school but that was a funny joke. No time for blogging on top of school, homework, a job, an internship and wedding planning.

However, now that summer is here, I am hoping to bring the blog back.

One of my family members can't make my upcoming wedding but said that she was hoping to read a wedding blogpost since our last family wedding unfolded into quite a tale.

It seems she won't have to wait until the wedding this Saturday because I already had a blogworthy moment this past week.

I have not had a significant Sarah Grace moment in months (I broke a lamp way back in the Fall semester) so I was hoping that I had perhaps outgrown my klutzyness. It appears I was wrong - big time.

Last Friday, literally a week before the wedding weekend, I hit Scott's car... with my car. And it was bad. And by bad, I mean a really huugggee dent that my dad - who is usually pretty calm - described as absolutely horrible.

I had turned the wheel really tight when I parked but forgot that when I was rushing to leave Scott's apartment. I was going too fast and also trying to fiddle with my GPS and instead of backing straight out of my parking spot, the wheel sorta whip-lashed and fishtailed the front end of my car into the driver's side of his truck that is less than a year old. I felt like a kid who got caught with their hand in the candy jar - I knew I was in trouble.

I felt awful and was sorta worried to tell Scott because I thought with all the stress of final wedding prep, this was the last thing we needed to deal with. I especially felt bad because the night before was his last night of work as a cop and he had to stay late because he was dealing with a homicide. After all that and not getting to bed til 5 am, I was going to have to wake him up early with the news that I had severely dented his truck.

I walked in and told him "This is going to be really funny one day."
He immediately asked "What did you do?"
I told him I had a major Sarah Grace moment and hit his truck.

Fortunately, he was calm and positive and not mad and had great perspective about the whole incident; now I am even more grateful to be marrying him. After test driving both his car and mine around the parking lot, we were relieved that both cars drove just fine and the damage was only cosmetic. By some miracle, I hit his car just past the drivers door and just before the gas tank so nothing serious was hit and all my car sustained were some scratches and a small crack near a light on the front bumper.

He is already using this incident as leverage and for comedic relief if I ask him to do some task for the wedding or give some driving instruction, he says "Oh wait. Who hit my car?"

The really worrisome thing about all of this is that two days after I hit his truck, he was scheduled to drive from SC to TN to drop off his truck, some of his things and some furniture at my apartment in Nashville. That really needed to happen before the wedding and breaking down on the interstate with all that stuff in his truck was going to be less than ideal.

Fortunately, he and all the stuff made it safely to TN and the insurance policy is going to repair both vehicles for just one deductible. Apparently, this kinda accident happens all the time so they have a routine policy: the car that is the innocent bystander in these situations doesn't have to use their deductible because they are listed as property damage under my deductible... so at least it's not just me denting up cars in parking lots ;)

At least I wasn't having a fit of bridezilla stress ramming into his car intentionally ;)

Plus, since I got my dose of Sarah Grace out of the way last week, I hopefully won't have an incident at the wedding like tripping going down the aisle or hitting a bridesmaid with my bouquet toss, etc. ;)

Beyond damaging both of our vehicles, we haven't had too much stress and there have been no bridezilla moments... so hopefully it stays that way! We are both just really excited to get married in 2 days!!! :)

I Should Have Been Called Grace: Then at least it could be funny and ironic when I trip/drop things

During Orientation the summer before Freshman year, I got a sheet of the 'Top 50 Things to Do While at CofC.' One of the things on that list was "to go a day without tripping on those damn bricks" as our campus is covered in unevenly settled bricks.

With barely a week remaining of my Junior year, I have yet to accomplish that.

But tripping on the bricks is nothing to me anymore... I don't even get embarrassed or look around when it happens. I just keep trucking on, well-aware of the fact that I am klutzy.

Today, however, I have really outdone myself - far beyond stumbling on bricks:

1)  My laundry was over-flowing so I had a ton to carry back from the laundry room (not located in my building). In my impatience to get finished so I could start studying, I decided I could carry ALL of my stuff back in one load.

I could not.

Both arms were loaded down: t-shirts piled up right below my chin, a jacket laid strategically over my panties and bras that were not even folded but, in my rush, simply wrapped into one of my towels, tucked below the t-shirts. [Yes, I think you know where this is going].

My clothes were piled so high that I could not even see my keys as I played a guessing game trying to insert the correct one into my front door. Just as I found the right one and twisted the key, that movement caused my entire load of FRESHLY-washed laundry to tumble like an avalanche from my arms... panties, socks, gym shorts, t-shirts spilling onto the ground at my doorstep.

What could make this worse, you ask?

An audience.

Not just any audience but an audience of grown men. They had been working in my front yard all morning and had been staring at me as I ran back and forth with dirty clothes, detergent and dryer sheets (hence, the need for my jacket to be strategically placed over my undergarments as a shield from their lingering looks).

Oh yes. They looked on as I, red in the face, scrambled to gather all of my clothes and get inside.

You would think this act was good enough embarrsament for one day, but no, it seems I had not met my klutziness quota quite yet...

2) My second graceful act of the day came as I was walking down a lovely Charleston street to meet a friend of mine to study. I had my bookbag thrown over one shoulder and was just enjoying the sunshine and flowers when I spotted a very attractive guy on the sidewalk about 30 feet in front of me.

A wonderful surprise. I planned on flashing my pearly whites and waving, just keeping it cool. NOTE: I am not good at being cool, especially when I try ;)

When he was no more than five feet in front of me, I could see up close that he was even more attractive... tall, beautiful blue eyes, fit.

If this were a romantic movie, there would have been a catchy love song playing in the background and we would meet and begin our "happily ever after."

But in my life, it always seems that I am in romantic comedies... or maybe just comedies ;)

We were just about to pass each other when I came up by a bicycle locked to a parking meter. One of the straps of my bookbag snagged the bike's handlebars and jerked it off my shoulder, awkwardly whipping me back towards the bike. This killed all coolness or any attempt to smile or wave.

There went that "happily ever after."

Red in the face yet again, I busied myself untangling my bookbag from the bike as Mr. Beautiful walked on by, probably grateful my back was turned so he didn't have to hide a smirk at my mishap.

I am the Queen of Klutzy moments!

I should have been called Grace: Then at least it could be funny and ironic when I trip/drop things...