Not that I'm entirely sticking to the goal of a complete sharing experience to e-mail everyone I know about just yet, but I'm here. I had the ever-loving day from hell today. I honestly got my rear-end handed to me at work today for 8 hours in a row. I was SO entirely grateful that it was my short day, and that I got to GO AWAY FROM THERE at 1400. That ought to tell you just how that promotion that I hoped for and ranted and raved about is going. I should really watch what I wish for.
Anyhow, onto the family update. Obviously, we survived the holidays, but it was a close call around here this year. On November 29th, Den came home from school sick. Hai and I had appointments that afternoon to get our dresses altered for a wedding we were going to be in on December 9th, and I had a Dr's appt for both of them an hour and a half after the fitting. We went to our appointment, and Hai's dress fit her great so I threw it in the front seat and after a short talk with the bride in the parking lot headed to the freeway. I cruised through the green light at 5 corners, heard a car lock up its brakes and looked into the other lane to see a truck PLOWING toward Hailey and I. What did I do? Slammed on my breaks so hard my rear end left the seat and POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW. I swear, if I had side impact airbags, we would have been a hilarious On-Star commercial. Mind you, I was on my cell phone and this is what OnStar would have heard after the screech of the BMW that caught my attention, then the screech of my momma-mobile and the POW of red truck hitting my car
Nikk: Oh my God, are you guys alright? Hai - are you alright? Den?
Hailey: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD MOMMA what was that?
Dennis: HOLY! Did that truck just hit us? Momma, did he really hit us?
Hailey: Momma (frantic now) I think he broke the car.
Dennis: He's parked ON OUR CAR MOM. How is he going to get it off of there? Can we get out?
Hailey: I think you should call daddy.
Up to this point it was ALL of us talking at the same time
Dennis: Mom.....
Hailey: Momma....
Dennis: Mom, you ok?
Nikk: (using more energy than I ever knew I had I calmly said) I'm fine. Yes he hit us. Stop talking and answer me, Hailey- are you hurt?
Hai: I don't think so momma.
Nikk: Good baby, let me know if anything starts to hurt. Den, are you o.k.?
Den: I dunno know momma, I'm scared. Nothing hurts but I'm scared--- (frantic all of a sudden again) Mom, mom, mom what's he doing??
Mind you, this all took about 30 seconds, I am in the middle of a 4 lane street with a red truck attached to the front end of my car and cars are darting around us from both directions. Finally the light behind me turns red and cars stop. Does the jerk wait for me to back up? Oh, no way. He just excelerates through the rest of my bumper, tears off the grill and bumper and pulls into a parking lot. There was a saint standing on the side of the road who IMMEDIATELY called 9-1-1. I pulled into the parking lot, and look at the truck in time to see a guy who looked old enough to have gone to high school with Jesus Christ Himself crawl out. I roll down the windows, get out and walk past the remaining part of my car and ask him if he is alright. The cranky old bastard, looks at me and walks around to the part of his truck that is mangled. I wasn't sure if he understood English, and despite my ability to do so at work, I couldn't put a sentence together in Spanish because I was a bundle of nerves. I go to talk to the kids and call Atwater PD when the man walks to the drivers side of his truck. Afraid he was going to take off, I took a picture of his license plate with my phone and made him a VERY ANGRY OLD MAN. He started screaming at me, and by the 3rd sentence it was not making sense. Like demented, mental health patient garble and he was coming towards me. I'm not one to back down from a fight, but this guy was just NUTS. Enter Saint number 2. The driver of the BMW had flipped around and come to my rescue. He told me to get in the car (I was soooo already almost there) and yelled at the man to shut up and sit down. He was off duty Atwater PD and luckily for me had seen the whole thing. So I sat, PD came and they sent 2 officers. Apparently more than a few people had called about the crazy man screaming at the lady with kids after an accident. I called Justin to see if he was in town and told him "the guy has 20 years on your dad, easy." He failed to believe me, but when the truth came out dude was 90. Born in 1917. No freaking joke. Justin wasn't around, so I got back out of the car to talk to the officer. While I'm talking I hear Hai "momma.......umm, MOMMA!!!" I open the door and Dennis is FREAKING OUT. Panic Attack. Full on, about to pass out panic attack. He was scared to death that I was going to kill the old man because he has never heard anyone talk to me like that and he knows the wrath of his mom when she is pissed off. They were trying to call Den an ambulance and me a tow truck and Dude starts screaming again. I just gave the officer all my info, and BEGGED him to put my grill in the backseat and kick the bumper back onto the car so I could go home. It was 3 blocks, and after convincing him that I had a fully functinal car at home, a cell phone and a land line if we ended up needing an ambulance, he said he'd meet up with me when he was done the the old fart.
Sound like fun? It gets better.
Nikk
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