Saturday, December 24, 2005

Merry Christmas

May tomorrow be a day of celebration, magic and wonderment.

See you all next week.

Friday, December 23, 2005

I Have a Legitimate Reason This Time

I've talked about my perfectionism and procrastination on here before. I'm the master procrastinator, followed closely by my husband. This is probably the only thing in our marriage that doesn't balance out between the two of us. If I can't get something done exactly how and when I want, it's difficult for me to do it. This reallllly bugs my family. However, if you're genetically related to me, then this is partially your fault. If you're not and you chose to be a part of my family, you were forewarned. If you're family through marriage, hey, sorry. I'm reading on other blogs about the lack of the Christmas spirit. I don't know what it is this year. I'm STILL not done shopping. What?! I'm usually done no later than November. My decorating didn't get completed the way I wanted it to, but it's good enough which is a dirty little phrase in my head. No cookies yet. No gingerbread house. No Christmas dinner groceries. However, here's pictures of my little setback:

You wanna know what happened? Do ya? Leah and I were sitting at a stale red light, minding our own business when I hear tires screeching. As I'm looking around, trying to figure out where they are coming from, I see this newer model, full size pick up truck headed right toward us. As I realize that he's going to hit us, I hold on to the steering wheel for dear life and brace myself.


Leah instantly cries. I slam the car into park, pull up the brake and race around the other side to whisk her out of her seat. She's got shards of glass everywhere. The side of her head is bleeding but other than that, she's ok. Instantly, people huddle around us telling us it's ok, no one is hurt and that there are angels around us. The police show up instantly and I have people left and right giving their information and pointing their finger at the jerk who hit us.

This guy was driving along at freeway speeds and at the last second decided he was going to turn right onto the street we were on. He was going so fast he lost control of his car and slammed into us. You can still see the skidmarks from the straight lane, turning onto the side road, over the cement island and stopping at the left turn lane...where we were (76 and Rancho Del Oro).

I was hit so hard on the driver's side that the impact cracked the passenger's side taillight and busted the tire.

Here's the driver's side door in the back...Trey's door.

This is my son's seat. Praise GOD he was not in the car. We were on our way to get him from school.

When Bill was gone, we made up this song:
Angels are watching over Trey
All the night and day.
Angels are watching over Trey
All the night and day.

Here's my proof.

We're waiting to see if the insurance company is going to call my car a total loss or see if it's repairable. Does this look like it can be fixed to you?? I can see the inside of my car from the outside, without looking through the windows.

It bent the roof of my car!!

As I tried to retrieve some items out of the car before they hauled it off to the tow yard, my door would not open...the same one I got out of with no problem. When we went back to take pictures, I tried to open Leah's door to get some more shots and it was stuck. Think I had a little devine help in the safety of my daughter and I?

Psalm 91: 11, 14-15:
For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways;

"Because he loves me," says the LORD, "I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
He will call upon me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him. "

Saturday, December 17, 2005

This was NOT in my agenda

Leah and I were in a pretty scary car accident last Wednesday. Right now, my days are consumed with my children, Christmas, insurance, more insurance, car research and budgeting. We're all ok, but my car that I really loved and only had 18 months left to pay on is not. I will give a more detailed account when my brain works again.

Saturday, December 10, 2005

Dear Leah...

The shiny gold balls upon the Christmas tree do not bounce, especially on the tile floor. I know it's tempting but restrain yourself, woman!!

Love, Mommy

Friday, December 09, 2005

My Job Rocks

There are countless benefits to working for a church, especially if the church is one that you're a member of. It's non-profit so Uncle Sam doesn't take away my millions, just Social Security and Medicare. I get to work with and for people I've known for awhile and have befriended most of them. My schedule is extremely flexible which is good when you have wee ones. And the most totally awesomest, coolest, bodacious reason to work for a church, especially mine?


That's right. Instead of being at work at 9am I was at the theater with my friends/coworkers on the pastors dime, waiting to see the best movie of the year on opening day. We shared the theater with a bajillion sixth graders who were there on a school fieldtrip, but they were all good kids and we didn't have to shoot spitwads at them once.

The movie was beautiful. It's on my must buy list and when my children are older and have experienced the book, they will watch it. I'm sure by then, the graphics will seem cheesy to them even though they are gorgeous today. Remember the movies with special effects from ten years ago and how they looked "so real"? Notice how horrible they are to us today? I can't imagine it getting to that point but didn't we think that back then?

Read the book. Watch the movie. Dissect the symbolism. Enjoy the story.

My boss is cooler than yours ;)

Oh, and those Christmas decoration pictures are coming. Perfectionism and a baby don't mix well for decorating purposes.