Interesting

I was driving one of my cheerleaders home today after our car wash fundraiser and we had a small conversation which lead me to realize that I'm more or a ditz than I will admit.  She recently moved here from New Jersey...I'll keep my comments to myself...and I was asking her what she thought of Virginia.  She gave me the typical teenage answer "it's interesting".  Now I don't know about you, but when I use the word "interesting" its usually when I'm eating something repulsive made by someone I love, and the word "interesting" is supposed to convince them that the green color in my face is out of pure enjoyment rather than that of needing to puke pronto.  In trying to convince this young girl that Virginia wasn't so bad, she asked me where I lived.  This is when I realized that I had lost this conversation 100%.  Leesburg Virginia is where I currently hang my hat.  For those of you who don't watch the news or who don't live in Virginia let me tell you a little about the safeness of this little town.  Last week a twenty something year old was attacked and killed by a dog.  A few months ago there were multiple robberies carried out in one day by the same people which ended in a hostage situation.  Leesburg residents were asked to stay indoors.  This is only the tip of the iceberg.  There have been many assaults, attacks, and deaths in Leesburg, which should have creeped me out long before today.

Honestly I don't know what is wrong with me!  I have been RUNNING...LONG DISTANCE...BY MYSELF...IN LEESBURG...AT NIGHT!!! Did it never occur to me that I could get hurt or attacked??!! I am short, don't weigh much, and I am a girl.  Do I think I can fight one or more people off when being attacked?  NO!  Add into the mix the fact that I'm exhausted by the end of my long distance runs and I would be totally lethargic! This brings to light many times where I have noticed that the same car has driven past me multiple times while I have been running.  Also, some of these cars slow down almost to the point where they are stopped, and they just stare.  Me being the kindergarten teacher thinks: "Oh, they are probably lost.  I wonder if they need directions?"  When I should be thinking: "Where is the closest house?  Who is the nearest person I can see that can hear me scream!?  Where is my mace?!" Can't you just see me running up to the car of the person who is about to kidnap me and I ask him/her (I'm not biased...chicks are crazy too) if they need directions!!!?  I am an easy kill!! A walking advertisement for Target Super Stores everywhere!  While in heaven  people would be sharing their stories of how they died.  Each being a tragic and unexpected chain of events that lead to their untimely demise...until its my turn to share. I think if I actually did get to heaven the very fact that my stupidity lead to my death would be reason enough to be thrust down into the depths of hell!! That being said...I need to go running.