i’m really going

Today, while the kids and i were at the beach, we heard a large bang from up in the parking lot. I saw some men at a picnic table wonder "what the hell was that?"
I didn't really think anything of it as there is always logging (sadly) going on and the sound of a falling tree is surprisingly loud.
When i got to the car i noticed something really funky as i started to back out of the parking lot. I stopped and checked and my tire was, literally, gone. Exploded. Self-imploded.
I got the spare on and made it to the garage and the mechanic assured me he had never heard of such a thing happening. The thing is, it did happen. To me.
If a bad thing can happen, nine times out of ten, it will happen to me.
It got me thinking about blogher. I've tried not to talk about it too much because i felt so left out last year when i didn't get to go and reading all the posts was really bitter sweet.
But really? I'm going, and as far as i can tell the only canadians are me and jenB. No Ada, or chair!. or chantal, or dana.
None. And JenB is busy (even though i bought a coral pink blouse just for her because she thought it would be a good colour for me.) So really, though i'm psyched about sharing a room with MB, i feel the burden of standing up for us canadians eh? And i'm not worthy.
And i fear that there will be ample opportunities to drink alcohol and i have this problem when i'm uncomfortable that i drink too much and trip on my high heels because i never wear such things and then swear a LOT. Plus, my toenails are dirty. Country girl dirty. I'm going to buy some red nail polish in hopes of covering up the greasy grime.