Kevin must really be a dick.

Okay, I had the CRAZIEST pregnancy dream of my 'ever' last night…kind of woke up towards the end of it…wasn't right for a while. I can remember the WHOLE thing, too.

Dream goes:

I'm up at PSU with everyone for some reason, but I don't have a car. But I'm at the fraternity house and it dawns on me that the last time I was there my car (a green truck with a cab on the back) broke down and I had to rent a car to come home…but since I had two other cars at home, I just sort of 'forgot' about my truck parked at Sigma Nu. But now that I'm there, I go looking for my car and it's gone. I then start to wonder if I'm just dreaming or did I really leave my car there, and I also sort of forget what ALL my cars look like so I start to panic. I'm asking the brothers about a green truck, but no one can say for sure, but some of them seem to think it was towed away. So I go over to the sign in the parking lot that has the tow company's phone number on it and I start calling. The people at the tow place know nothing about my car. So I'm running around the parking lot very upset and unsure what to do, when Kevin Federline shows up and seems to know what happened to my car. He's being all 'street' explaining how he picked up the truck from the tow company in an auction since the car went unclaimed…and had to put about $7,000 into it to fix it…and he's all bragging about the money and even pulls out the receipt for the work from his wallet -- which he gives me. I'm telling him I want my car back and I'm going to call the police because no one ever tried to get a hold of me to claim my car and so it should not have been put up for sale. He's all like, well, I sold it and I can't get it back for you and he starts laughing at me.

So, I'm all upset and also realize I have no way to get home this time either and I start wandering around the parking lot looking to see if any of the cars are mine…but again, I seem to have forgotten what my cars look like. I'm going through my wallet and pulling out all kinds of auto registration forms trying to figure out what kind of cars I have. I'm all worked up and then Bryanne comes out and tells me I can get a ride home with Amy but she needs to take something back to 'food service' before she leaves town. She points me to where Amy is and I go over to her and she's in one of those PSU golf car workerman kinda trucks and she tells me she has to take something back to food service but I can come for the ride. Thing is this vehicle is not a two seater so I somehow sit on the back of the thing as we start going down Burrowes Road. We then come upon some sort of athletic event going on and there are all kinds of athletes everywhere and I we get stuck in the crowd and security stops our truck and makes me get off the back and wait for Amy to come back. Amy takes off and I'm left behind with all these athletes one of which is some Lou Ferrigno lookin' kinda guy who starts to hit on me but is really sleazy so I keep trying to get away from him. Meanwhile Amy heads back, but she's now riding on some sort of motorized 4X4 thing, but it's really tiny so I have to walk back to the house on my own cause there is no where for me to fit.

I finally get back to the house and it's dinner time. Everyone is standing in the kitchen talking while the cook (a co-worker of mine, Donna Conklin) is making shake and bake barbeque chicken. There are just trays of chicken all over the place and she is sprinkling the left over seasoning over everything and then from behind me, Gary Gleason (sig nu bro) comes up and has heard about my car and feels bad so he tells me I can stay for dinner. For some reason as this is going on I'm looking all over the kitchen at this strange artwork that is everywhere…it looks like the stuff they put together on those home make over shows…and I'm wondering to myself about who did the pictures and it's odd that they are in a kitchen and then there is one that catches my eye. It's a bunch of green and brown shaded squares with the word 'Elton' scribbled in black on the lower right hand corner. Gary sees that it's caught my eye and tells me Kevin Federline made that one. I tell him I want it cause the dude took my car and he says okay…

And then I wake up.

Twice isn't nice.

About 5 years ago I rear ended someone coming back from Thanksgiving at my mother’s house. It wasn’t that bad of an accident, I pretty much slid into the back of the car ahead of me while trying to slow down with traffic. The off-duty police officer I hit was very nice about the whole thing. I really didn’t do any damage to his car, but my front bumper was left with the indent of his trailer hitch for years as a momento of our meeting.

This morning I again rear ended someone while on the way to work. Traffic started slowing down and I braked, and if I was able to stop where I intended to stop, things would have been fine. However, I lost traction and slid about 15 feet into the back of the car ahead of me. When the off-duty corrections officer stepped out of his car I couldn't believe it. Great. LAW ENFORCEMENT, AGAIN! Turns out I really didn’t do any damage to his car, but my front bumper is left with the indent of his trailer hitch…most likely for years, as a momento of our meeting.

Who says lightening can’t strike in the same place twice?