Wrecked

Two weeks ago today I was in a wreck. I was stopped waiting for the man in front of me to go and I glanced in my rear view mirror. I noticed a truck going way to fast to stop and I watched it as it got closer. It was like the world slowed down and I don't remember tensing up or anything. I don't know if I watched it hit me, if I closed my eyes, or if I just looked forward. I just felt like my body and mind were on two different pages... like there was no connection between them at all. I think now it was God's way of shielding me, and I just let go of myself. He slammed into the back of me and I heard an awful crashing sound. My body felt motionless, though I know that was not the case. Still, time seemed to be standing almost completely still, but in actuality it was only a second before my car lurched forward into the truck in front of me. Again, that sound... a sound I never want to hear again. My knee slammed into the dash, but the rest of me seemed alright. And yes... I checked. I'm sure it looked like one of those movies where you think something is about to happen to a character. Then when nothing happens it surprises him too, so he looks down patting his body to make sure all the limbs were still attached. The next thing on my mind was not what I imagine other people doing. I figure they would grab their cell phone and start dialing 911... not me!!! I find the phone in the floorboard. Thank God I had had it plugged to the lighter so it would charge. There is no telling where it would have been if it wasn't attached to something. My fingers started dialing... something I never do. Most of the time I would have just hit "send" twice. After all... she was the last person I had called. "Hello?" she answered. "Ma... I just had a wreck". Sheer panic in her voice showed such compassion. "What, are you okay, whose fault.... where are you?" she scrambled to gather sounds that some how managed to make actual words. "I don't know" I replied. "What... what do you mean" at first she was loud, as though she had become annoyed, then her words slowed down and she spoke calmly "Sara.. is someone else there?". I didn't know why she would ask that but I replied "yes...". The man that had hit me had already come to my car door. But I didn't want to talk to him... I just wanted my momma. "Ask them where you are or give them the phone, Okay?" I knew she just wanted to find me but I didn't want to stop  hearing her voice. "28" I said "I am past walmart on 28." We only talked another minute before she told me she was on her way. She hung up and I felt like a soggy dog that had just been scolded from jumping in a mud puddle. I didn't do anything wrong. I am a good driver. I looked over the car and noticed its every nick and ding. The front was worse than the back, but the back had been hit so hard you could see the "Toyota" symbol indention where he had smashed into the trunk. I didn't go to the hospital, and the ambulance never came out. It took over an hour for the police to get there and by that time my mother had already made it from Honea Path. I was sore only a day or two and I still don't think I was hurt. I thank God everyday for letting me still wake up in the morning. Also driving makes me want to cry. I hate stopping at red lights or stop signs. I will almost run it before I have to slow down in front of someone. I am so paranoid to drive at all, but I ask God to ease my nerves and I know He rides the whole way with me. Come to find out, the man that hit me was looking down at his phone. The other man riding with him yelled for him to stop, and when he looked up he started stomping in the floor for the break pedal. Well... he found a pedal alright... the gas pedal. Just thinking that taking your eyes off the road for a spilt second worries me now. You never know who it will be or when. I was a good driver... I'm not now. But I will get better again, All thanks to God.  

A Very Bad Movie

A few days ago my brother Josh walked into the house and flung a movie case at me. He said he had rented it and that he and I should watch it. So we sat down to watch the movie and my mom, aunt, uncle, and Josh's girlfriend joined us soon after it started. I am writing this blog to say one thing: never watch the movie "I Spit on Your Grave". It is one of the worse movies I have ever seen. If you like gore and a lot of torture this is the movie for you, but if your stomach gets upset just from watching the "Saw" series I promise you will need a trash can nearby. Some of the torture goes from rape, to jerking teeth, to people getting their eyes eaten by crows. It all starts with a girl staying in a vacation cabin. Soon things turn bad and men come in and rape her. Well, she gets her revenge, and pretty good I might add. It is gross to the highest. Also it is not like other movies where you know something bad is going to happen and the camera cuts away and you only hear screaming, NO!!! You watch everything, that is... if you can keep your eyes open. So once again I will say: do not watch this movie. It is terrible. Not of the faint of heart.

Tanner

I have been wanting a pug puppy for almost two years now. I think they are so cute and I just really want one. I Love looking for pups but I never had the money until recently. I already have a dog in the house and her name is Baby. She is a sweety, but she thinks that she owns the house so it has been hard to get my mom to agree to a new pup. We got a new one about seven months ago, but Baby flipped out so my brother's girl friend took the new one. Now I have been thinking that since Baby is calming down some it would be the perfect time to get the pug I want so badly. So I asked my mom if I could have one if I bought it and she said that it was okay. I started looking but all the pugs in my price range were older or to far for me to travel. I was at my boy friends house Tuesday for his birthday and my mom call me. She sounded so excited as she told me that we got a new pup. I was so happy. I just knew that ma had bought me a wonderful pug puppy. Then she said "It is one of the pups from your brother's boss and he brought it home for Sheila". Well you see, Sheila is my aunt and she has been living with us since her heart surgery. I cried so hard because it broke my heart. I love that Sheila now has a puppy, but now I can't get one because I know Bay will not be cool with two news pups in the house. Ma doesn't know that they hurt my feelings, but it still stings two days later. I will get better, but next time I will get what i want, and I wont even ask!!!!!!! He is really cute and She named him Tanner. I still want to throw him in the trash can and pretend he was never there, but I love dogs to much.