I Have Will Power! Who Knew?

Well, Sonic isn't my favorite food place, but I just can't pass up their Happy Hour! Today when I went I decided to also get a caramel shake. I've thought about it for awhile but I have these weird texture issues and Sonic's shakes have always been a bit grainy. Weird, I know, but that's me.

Today when I ordered that milkshake it was smooth and nummy. The nummiest milkshake I've had in probably forever. I finished it and knew I was driving by another Sonic so I really wanted to stop and get a large one. I know, I know, bad Missy! But I overcame it and passed on by.

Now that's will power. Who knew?

Besides, there's always tomorrow! :)

Did you know that when deployed air bags stink?

Well, neither did I until last Wednesday. Somebody decided that they wanted to turn left from the middle lane. I was in the left lane and it wasn't a turn only lane. I wanted to go straight. It was at a green light that was headed to the highway. They turned, I continued straight right into them.

When air bags deploy they emit white powder. I don't know if it was the white powder of what, but it burned my wrist, my chin and my forehead. I think it got my back, too. Not bad burns, but little blisters popped up. The air bags also smoke and stink. I thought something was on fire.

My right ankle hurts a bit from slamming on my brakes, my wrists and fingers hurt from holding on to the wheel so tight. The seat belt bruised my chest and my ribs. The pain in the ribs is the worst, still can't bend without pain, but it'll be okay, I'm not seriously injured.

I was in a daze. There were a lot of cops. Don't know if driver was hurt. It was a new Explorer, if so wasn't major. Wasn't my fault. Think they got a ticket. Don't know if they have insurance. Know accidents happen but not happy that my car will probably be totaled. It had a new tire, fresh oil and a full tank of gas. Funny what you think about at a time like that. Really want my gas.

Bottom line, I'm alive. My angel was protecting me. My God was with me as he always is.

Blessings,
Missy
"But let all who take refuge in you be glad; let them ever sing for joy. Spread your protection over them, that those who love your name may rejoice in you." Psalm 5:11

Midnight,? Really Now.

Well, Wolverine is coming out at 12:01 on Thursday and the boys want to see it. Yes, it is a school day the next day. So will I be a bad mom or a good mom. Although it depends on who you ask, what one considers good, others consider bad.

Edited to add: Nope, I didn't let them go. Still curious does that make me a bad mom or a good mom. Whatever, I'm the mom.

Maybe this time?

He is Risen! He is Risen Indeed!

Okay so I'm a day late but the message is the same, "He is Risen, He is Risen Indeed!"

Isn't it amazing that our God allowed his perfect son to die for us? Can you even imagine what our life would be like if He hadn't allowed it? I just can't fathom.

We did the resurredtion eggs in Sunday School and the forgotten cookies. I'd made each of the girls a beaded cross pendant, I really enjoyed making them.

J's girlfriend spent the day with the family. They had a great day and we had a great day giving them a hard time. We'd take turns going and sitting with them in the living room. It was simply to annoy them and it worked.

Example:
I went in and sat down.

J: "What're you doing, Mom?"

Me: "Just came to talk."

J: "Is that necessary Mom?"

Me: "Yeah, I think it is."

Small talk, small talk, small talk and some more small talk.

J: "Awkward silence Mom."

Me: "Really? I hadn't noticed."

J: "Mom, can ya'll disperse now?"

Me: "I guess."

I head back to the kitchen and say to Cindy, "Your turn."

And the Judge Said . . .

Guess how I spent my morning? I spent it in the court with my J. Remember the wreck, now we had to go take care of the ticket. It wasn't too painful but still. . . I was late to my inservice. The judge likes to see the teens so that he can really "give them a talking to." Nothing wrong with that.

Now I'm sitting here in my workshop hoping I learn more about my blogging experience.

Silly Man

So I'm sitting here almost asleep watching, sort of, a tv show. (My purse and cell phone are in the other room with my hubby.)

Hubby: "Your phone's ringing!"

Me: "I'll call them back later."

Hubby: "It might be important."

Me: "It's probably a wrong number."

Hubby: "But what if it's important?"

Me: heavy sigh as I get up to answer my phone. By the time I get there it is no longer ringing. ?Suddenly it starts ringing again. I check the name and what do I see? Wait for it. . . .


"Hubby"

Me: Laughing. "What are you doing? I thought you said it could be important. I got up from my comfy position and you're calling me from the next room?."

Hubby: "But it is important. We want a cake." He says with a smile."

So what do i do? Head to the kitchen and make brownies (I didn't have a cake mix.)