.... random rants and rambles. no agenda. yet.

Today was very, very strange. Like one of those really bad movies that go straight to video. For example, today I was almost crushed to death by a garage door. Yes, you read that right..!

Today is the first day of Learn to Sign Week and I was so busy that my email inbox kept freezing, and I ran out of phone credit. So around lunchtime I decided to take a break and pop out to pick up some more phone credit and some milk. That went fine(!) until when I got back and I was putting my bike away in the garage.

I tried shutting the garage door, but it seemed to have slipped at one side and wouldn't shut properly. I pushed and pulled it a bit but it still wouldn't shut. Finally, I went inside the garage (under the door) to see what was wrong... it had come loose at one side. Rather annoyed by this, I tried to make it stick back in the metal runner, but I couldn't, and then somehow I ended up holding the garage door above my head.

And it was F***ing HEAVY!!

Panicking a bit, I tried to make the door behave itself, but I couldn't, and as time went on, my arms felt heavier and heavier, a bit like in those films when someone slips and loses their balance, and ends up dangling on the edge of a cliff, slipping bit by bit until they are about to falllllllllllllllllllllllllllll, land on rocks and be smashed into a million pieces, but they don't because someone always walks past and saves them.

Well anyway, no one was walking past to save me, but I could see my neighbour in the driveway opposite. She was fiddling with her car, so I said "excuse me!", while I felt the door get heavier and heavier.

No answer. I realised she was hoovering her car, so couldn't hear me. Darn.

"EXCUSE ME!" I shouted, getting very worried.

Still no answer.

"HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed at the top of my voice.

She turned, and saw me balancing the door above my head, then ran over the road and managed to grab it before my arms were crushed to a million pieces, quickly followed by my head and the rest of my body.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I said, and then, with her help, found a long piece of wood from the garage and used it to hold the door open, while we figured out what to do next.

It got worse when I realised I was ALSO locked out of the house, because my keys were in the door, which was like, hanging really dangerously. Bad idea to try and get them! I texted a few people... my sis came and tried to help, but the door jammed into the wall, and she had to go to a lecture. S came and we sat on the drive for a bit because we didn't know what else to do.

After an hour or so, C came and laughed her head off, then let us in the house, looked through the Yellow Pages and phoned a big massive muscle man who came and fixed the door (I'm not saying how much that cost but it was like HOW MUCH?!)

So there you have it.... another quiet day in the quiet life of me. Now you know why I ask:
WHY ME?!