Questions for the Universe

First off, Cary and I would like to ask the Universe a few questions. A-hem....

#1 Did we open a cursed mummy tomb in a past life? If so when and where did we actually pee on the sarcophagus? I'm just sayin'....'cause just opening it really doesn't seem all that bad.

#2 Did we dig up some ancient Indian burial grounds to plant a Chuck-E-Cheese on the spot? Cause if we did, we will GIVE you the extra tokens...

#3 Did we by chance, steal cursed Aztec gold? And if we did, where did we hide it? ... 'Cause we could sure use some of it right now.

*Sigh* That will about do it for now. Please get back to me on that A.S.A.P. O.K? Specially 'bout that gold part... mmm K? Thanks Universe...

All-righty then, back to talking to the universes' inhabitants... Oooo when I put it like that it kinda makes us all sound like fleas....  ( there is that random and convoluted thought pattern I keep trying to warn you about...)

So, bet you fleas inhabitants were wondering what all this was about huh? Wellllll...... Here goes.

First off let me say I am grateful for the blessing of being alive and that Bubs truck didn't break down in the middle of the desert....

"Whoa", you say, "that came outta left field.".... Let me back up a bit.

Flash back fade in....

About 6 months ago, hubby got the first brand new car he has ever purchased in his life. I am talking ~ 16 miles on it when he picked it up from the dealer. He loves that thing. I named it Daisy because I needed to label my husbands "other woman". I was a bit apprehensive when he first brought her home, but there were NO jealousy issues I swear...

Befoooorrre....

I got used to the polygamous life style quite quickly and thought how lucky I was that at least my hubby didn't sport really bad hair or make me bawl all the time (TLC show called Sister Wives - look it up - or don't - it's pretty disturbing... but back to the point)

Sister Wives and the dude with really bad hair

So, Tuesday morning I just dropped off the kids to school, except Ben, who was still home sick with pneumonia. I don't exactly remember much but the nice policey-man said I made a left in front of oncoming traffic. He didn't give me a ticket  - yet -  because he was still "investigating". He said the other car looked to have been going about 55 or 60 mph when it struck me and the skid marks were "longer than they should have been". Read: he was driving faster than a bat out of - well, you know...

It was still my fault.... I .... I .... I killed Daisy!!!!

......Annnndddd after

Well, I guess I had enough where-with-all to ask some dude to call my husband and hand him my phone. Cary bundled poor little Ben in the car and rushed to where the accident happened.  I think he said he got there even before they got me out of the car. A nice lady at the scene told my hubby that I kept repeating how how hard my sweetheart had worked for this car and I RUINED it.

They bundled me off in in an ambulance and poor Cary was left wondering what to do with Ben and how he was going to coordinate everything. Luckily we have some pretty awesome friends that stepped up. My sweet friend Stephanie took Ben and the ward took care of the rest.

Cary came to the hospital after that, and it was only then he found out I was really O.K..  I think I saw him physically buckle at that point. My poor sweetheart had been told I had hurt my neck and couldn't feel my toes (not true. actual events: seat belt had rubbed the tender scar on my neck and the metal gas pedal had torn my toe a bit) .

I think it was this incident that cemented in my brain that the local doctors are terrified of me.

"She had her WHAT removed???!!"

They again refused to stitch back in the feeding tube (bummer that all but one of those beautiful stitches Dr. Lo put in ripped out...) AND they kept saying things like, "Wait, where is her stomach again? Make sure you confirm that with her history...". Stuff like that. Kinda a dead give-away...mmmm maybe I AM an alien!!!!

They did a full CAT scan from the tip of my head to my pelvis and to tell you the honest truth, I am just bruised and stiff, but I broke no bones and did no permanent damage, thank the Lord. They sent me home after just a few hours.

I did bonk my bean pretty good and got some good bit of nausea and headache from it, but Cary was vigilant about making sure he woke me about every 20 minutes or so. All night long.

Cary's dad Bub insisted on coming up from Vernal to help ~ which to tell you the truth, I am more than a little grateful for. I didn't think I would be quite this laid up! I am pretty sore, but after what I've been through, I  think I would be a bit tougher than this! ( it's the big boob syndrome coming through again....)

Oh, and after Cary brought me home, he was in a rush to get pain meds for me, and got a ticket (rolling stop at a stop sign, not speeding I should add... ) on the way home from the drug store.

We gotta have another sit down with that Universe ....

AND about 5 miles from our house, Bub's truck blew it's transmission.

O.K,   THAT . is . IT!  ~~~ Universe needs a time out....


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