3 Weeks?

According to blogger I haven't blogged in 3 weeks. I could just say that I wanted to give everyone time to read Nick's half birthday post but I won't. Where have I been? Most people disappear from their blog when they are pregnant and can't hold anything down long enough to type out a single sentence, however this is not the case with me. I am not with child, I am with stuff to do. When the weather is nice outside, I am sucked outside like a moth to the light. The Summer time is my favorite time, no more depressing mornings, no more roads covered in snow to worry about, no more wondering if when I open my garage it will be blocked by 5 feet of snow. But there are things to worry about, so here is what you get for waiting those three whole weeks to read another lame post by me...

Friday, June 18, my great grandma Lewis passed away. Now before anyone writes that they are sorry in the comments, you should know that she was 95 and had definitely served her time here. She was ready to go and we were ready for her to go. However I have the feeling that televangelists will see quite the drop in their monthly revenues and her Bible will miss being opened every day. Well I decided that I was going to go visit my grandma DeLange and take her some flowers because those make everyone feel better. I am driving on the freeway and talking to Sarah when I here this strange noise in front of me followed by a giant black flying saucer coming straight for my car. Did I swerve? Absolutely not. I didn't have much time to do anything before it smashed into my car and my heart started beating so fast I couldn't breathe. I would also like to point out that I didn't curse, almost, but didn't. When I got to Costco I got out of my car to look at the roof of it for any damage, nothing too bad, just some black skid marks from the almost tire of death. I walked into costco and before I bought flowers I took my blood pressure which informed me that I should seek medical attention immediately. Not really. I proceeded to buy flowers and headed over to grandma's. On my way out of grandma's house my mom was informing me that I probably should have gotten a license plate number but I tried to reassure her that no damage was done and besides that I had to get off the road as soon as possible because driving 65 while in cardiac arrest is not safe. The sun was hitting the windshield just right and I saw it, a big HUGE crack. I believe this is the point when I cursed. Now I am driving my car around with a broken windshield and I hate it but hey, at least I didn't eat tire for breakfast that morning.