To be quite frank.....

The only good thing about living in phoenix is the young handsome brood of fireman and cops on the scene of my accident. So many men, so good looking, maybe that's why I was feeling light headed! :-)
I dont think I should divulge the details of my accident on here, since my blog is still public, but only 4 people gave me their email addy's and I hope more than 4 people read it. You can always email me or call me if you want to know what happened.

I can tell you that it wasnt my fault, but my one witness keeps farting around. She doesnt return my phone calls or my insurance company's calls. She called me and said she would be a witness. Now I think someone has convinced her not to get involved. If I ever witness an accident, which I have and not stayed, I will in the future. And I will talk to the insurance company. Maybe this is payback? An accident happened in front of me along time ago, but I was turned around in my seat giving Jacob his bottle, so technically I didnt even see it.

The day I got into the accident, was the day from hell, and the accident was just the topping on it all. In the morning, my blinkers went out on my pontiac POS. I would only wish a pontiac grand am on my worst enemy Janice Carlson, because lets face it, the girl really is a spawn of satan...
Anywho.... I got to church to work in the nursery and two little girls cried off and on for three hours. Then this white trash neighbor kid friend of Jacob's broke our trampoline badly. Matt had to put it all back together and unbend it by jumping on the bars to bend it back in place.
Because my blinkers were out, I drove Matt's car to church to work in the nursery again that night. When I left and got Alyson buckled in, I shut the door on my finger, which still hurts, by the way... Well earlier I spent a good fifteen minutes crying to my mom about all my woes, and I felt a little better. My mom's an awesome listener and a great problem solver. She is an awesome woman.
So after talking to her, she helped me feel better and the squished finger was cried over and I got movin. I stopped to get gas and was almost home when I got into my accident.
Almost home,, almost to my soft comfy couch where I was going to drown my troubles with some food therapy. No such luck.
I did spend four hours in the ER at John C Lincoln with a neckbrace on and got two shots in my butt for pain and naseau. That cheek still hurts.
A week later, after the funeral for our explorer (rest in piece, you steel devil) we are one car done and another car about to die. It has been stalling and every light that could possibly go out in my car has. which happened before the accident and was why I was driving the explorer to begin with.

So if anyone wants to bring me icecream, krazy sub or pete's fish and chips... or $5000.00 for a cute little minivan at Performance Dodge at 43rd ave and Glendale, feel free, I will be at my mom's until 8 tonight. My car might just get fixed partially if the stupid car repair shop gets the part for the lights before they close at 5, its three... Yah right!

If you are curious about the details about my brush with death.. just kidding... my nasty more than a brush with a massively huge toyota tundra, then email me at klemmybean@aol.com or call me on my cell: 602-573-4969. I've got all day!

P.S. I have an awesome husband and two constantly fighting kids and the comfort of friends and my awesome mom who are all helping me survive! Thanks everyone!

Now here are two pictures of the child abuse that goes on in my home, please come rescue my children from the torture.