.....Post Edit....

I must post edit my last entry...

April 21st -- not a good day. I was already struggling with my "anniversary" of my car wreck. On the way home, I received a phone call from my husband..."honey--I'm okay, but I've been in a wreck."

UGH. Not really the way I wanted to end my day. I'm sure he didn't either.

It gets worse...

"honey--I've called the police. The guy hit me and ran."

"and--I think the car is totaled."

"Oh--and it's at the same intersection where you had your wreck last year."

YEP--same day; same intersection.

Could we possibly be more unlucky? LOL

So--here we are...less one vehicle, and we have to pay the deductible; and the money we will get back won't pay for another car.

Let's just suffice it to say that life has been frustrating.

I must, though, end this posting on a positive note===Robert was only slightly injured. Praise God that he is okay. He's sore and shook up (and a LOT mad), but he's okay.

fondly,
fit

One year ago TODAY...

...I was in a serious car accident. Don't get me wrong--it could have been MUCH MUCH worse; but still serious. I was heading to work, minding my own business--when the guy behind me thought it would be worth his time to text while he was driving. I was at a complete stop and was hit full force at about 40-45 mph. He hit me and I ended up in the back seat of a smaller car. All in all, five cars were in the wreck. There is NO doubt in my mind that if I had not been there and the guy had hit the lady in front of me, she would be dead. So--does that make me a hero?? LOL

Regardless, I still suffer from the wreck. I find myself having occasional panic attacks when someone gets too close to me in traffic. I'm sure that's normal. My back and neck will never be the same --and that really frustrates me.

Probably the most frustrating is the guy's insurance company is fighting my claim. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? We have a court date in AUGUST. I've had to fill out an affidavit stating I was alert, not medicated, not on the phone, etc. Huh??? I don't believe I had anything to do with the fact that the 19-year-old punk behind me had no regard for anyone around him. In fact, he wouldn't speak to anyone at the scene.

Seriously. He didn't even care enough to make sure I was okay. Yep --- punk.

Here is the verse I am claiming today (as I find myself very emotional):

I Thess. 5:23-24
"May God Himself, the God of Peace, sanctify you through and through. May your whole spirit, soul and body be kept blameless at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ. The One who calls you is faithful and He will do it."

fondly,
fit

"What do you mean...you don't think my kid is the cutest thing in the world?"

Well ~ I have gone and done it. Yep...I have entered my youngest son in a photo contest. I've never done that--with any of my kids. Naturally, he will win. Because he is the cutest kid in the world...bar none. *smile* Okay~ for all my many many readers (ha!), I know you have children, but I don't think I'm being biased here at all, right?

For those that are interested in following suit...here is the link to add your child's info (must be age six and under). [OK, Krister--I know you're about to follow my lead...and I agree that little angel of yours is precious...but don't cry too much when Nick wins, ok?] Just so you will know the stiff competition you're up against, here are just a couple of his photos:

Pretty cute, huh? Like I said---he will win. Just keepin' it real, peeps...

All kidding aside, I don't really care if he wins or not, I just thought it would be cool. Who knows, right?

hugs,

fit

JV Panther Basketball

#41 is my son, Jake.....He's my pride and joy. God has given him extreme athletic talent!

Love you, baby!

mom