Mom Van Takes a Hit: Survives

Ever have one of those days?

Where you get rear-ended by a TOW TRUCK of all things??
Can someone please define irony?



The thing is, it was minimal damage. My little boy and I were totally NOT hurt, all is well. But the mechanic said the whole bumper will have to be replaced. Grrr. Guess how much 'the whole bumper' will cost...? I'm not telling. Go ahead and guess.

Oh it gets better. When I called the Tow Truck company.. they had the obscene audacity to tell me the driver claims I 'rolled' backwards into THE GIANT TOW TRUCK for pete's sake. I was all?? Are you Serious? I was turning right, still rolling forward a bit, checking the oncoming traffic.. anyway.. GRRRR



And then.....




I returned home to this.............

(No I didn't make this picture Josh Bozarth did)

YES. The dreaded blue screen on my computer.. and a horrifying error message that said, HP is working to reboot your system.. this could take several minutes... you will lose any recently installed software.... {insert scary movie music.}

WHAT!!??

3 HOURS later.....

That same error screen was flashing and appeared to be still working? I did my best to be patient.

But what I was really thinking was...


When did I last run a backup? And. Don't bad things always come in threes? What's next? I refused to leave the house the whole rest of the day. We ate frozen pizza and popcorn for dinner just in case.




Oh. PS. The computer came back {can you tell?} Get this.
It uninstalled MSN messenger????
WTHeck?

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Thanks for the nice blog redo comments. Wanna hear the best compliment I got?
"Did your friend LeeLou do this for you?"
I was sooooo happy.
Cuz ahem... no she did not!

And did you read some of the comments about what age people are willing to give a child a cell phone..?
You might be interested in the responses.. scroll down a bit to see the poll.

Gentle as a Freight Train

This is the day after.
Friday night TK split open his eyebrow. He did it at the neighbor's house, while a babysitter was there, of course. The poor teenage girl. She was a trooper, she had it all cleaned up and a baggie full of ice on it, by the time she brought him over to us. Plus TK was all calmed down and didn't seem to be hurting at all? She really got the worst of it, the blood and the crying. I took one look at it and knew we were headed in for stitches. He wailed when he realized we were going to the Dr. 'Noooooo, I don't want to go to the Dr.!'
Why, I said, and he replied/whined, 'I don't waaaant a SHOT'!
A big 'ole shot, and 11, (ELEVEN!) stitches, and another shot later... (because the first one wasn't enough for the edges). Here is my little Frankenstein.
These first two pictures were taken the day after. I think I'm happy to report that it did not dawn on me to grab the camera for shots of the actual trauma. I did take a cell phone shot in the waiting room during some relative calm. (But I can't figure out how to download the pictures from the phone)
How's this for a sad shot? We're back from church. This is the second day after the trauma and in order to go outside he MUST have a hat on (Doctor's orders). But we don't have a boy hat. Only this girly hat. And although in this shot he seems annoyed about the hat...he isn't. He is annoyed with me taking another picture. He doesn't mind the hat at all! I promise we are going to Target--I know, I only made one week--for a hat for him, it's an emergency, I swear!
Here's a close up today. I was trying to document the green and orange bruising. Notice just how jaggeddy the scar is going to be. Ahhh, my little boy.