Monday, August 21, 2006
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Seatbelts
Salutations
I was expecting to be spending today at my MIL's house. Instead I am babysitting my nephew. His mom is still about halfway home from Ohio and his grandmother is out checking the crash site to make sure nothing was left behind.
And yes, I said crash site.
My nephew was on his way to church and fell asleep at the wheel.
He hit the rumble strip and woke up. He over corrected, over corrected again, and rolled the SUV. Three times.
He was wearing his seatbelt. He has an abrasion on the back of his head, has hand, and a seriously bruised ego.
Had he not been wearing his seatbelt, it was the kind of accident that could have paralized him or killed him.
Wear your seatbelt.
Please.
I was expecting to be spending today at my MIL's house. Instead I am babysitting my nephew. His mom is still about halfway home from Ohio and his grandmother is out checking the crash site to make sure nothing was left behind.
And yes, I said crash site.
My nephew was on his way to church and fell asleep at the wheel.
He hit the rumble strip and woke up. He over corrected, over corrected again, and rolled the SUV. Three times.
He was wearing his seatbelt. He has an abrasion on the back of his head, has hand, and a seriously bruised ego.
Had he not been wearing his seatbelt, it was the kind of accident that could have paralized him or killed him.
Wear your seatbelt.
Please.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Quote
"The nine most frightening words in the english language are ... "I'm from the government, and I'm here to help."
Ronald Reagan
Ronald Reagan
Love and Friendship - Emily Bronte'
Love is like the wild rose-briar
Friendship like the holly tree
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
but which will bloom most constantly
The wild rose-briar is sweet in the spring
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild briar fair?
Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly's sheen
That when December blights thy brow
He may still leave thy garland green.
Friendship like the holly tree
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
but which will bloom most constantly
The wild rose-briar is sweet in the spring
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild briar fair?
Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly's sheen
That when December blights thy brow
He may still leave thy garland green.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Sorry
Life has gotten away from me again. Instead of leaving you hanging, I figured to let you know up front or at least as quickly as I had the chance to.
I am not going to even try to post anything for a couple of weeks. Probably not till the beginning of September at least.
Hopefully by then some semblence of sanity will have returned to my life. Nothing that being able to clone myself wouldn't fix.
Thanks for hanging in with me!
I am not going to even try to post anything for a couple of weeks. Probably not till the beginning of September at least.
Hopefully by then some semblence of sanity will have returned to my life. Nothing that being able to clone myself wouldn't fix.
Thanks for hanging in with me!