Give Him All The Praise: Feel like blogging... alot on my mind!

Okay, so this is going to sound so bizarre, but so be it. It was one of those had-to-be-there moments. Not funny though.

So last night my friend Erin, who is 32 weeks preggo with a sweet baby boy, Tyson, came over to walk at 5:45 last night. She held Kinsley for a few minutes and we were off... trying to beat the rain. We walked to the end of my street, to the cul-de-sac and then back toward the pool area and turned around to come home, still trying to beat the rain when a huge bolt of lightening hit the ground somewhere right around us. It, or the force around it, went between us, knocking us forward, me to the left and her to the right. Unfortunately, she fell on her face on the pavement. Yes, 32 weeks pregnant, on the ground. As I was getting up in preparation for reaching for her (I didn't hit the ground, broke my fall and jumped back up to help her) I felt the static charge hit me and for a split second froze. When it finished, I reached down, pulled her off the pavement and basically pulled her down the street, through the yard and into the house. She kept telling me she couldn't walk anymore, she needed to sit down and asking "what just happened." Trying to not freak her out, but seeing her head, elbow, hand and both knees bleeding, I was a bit freaked out. For the next few minutes, she sat on the couch poking at her belly and telling me she didn't feel her baby moving and that she had killed him so we called her Dr. and got her bandaged up and her husband came to get her and take her to the ER.

Meanwhile, back at our house, we were making plans to drop her car off at her house for her. Baby down for bed... friend came over... on our way. We get to the "gated" community and I realize that I forgot that part! Crud, it is gated! So, thinking someone will let us in or they are back from the ER we call their house with the little buttons on the intercom and this truck approaches. So, we get out of the way thinking he will let us in.... oh no buddy, no chance! He was a complete jerk! Hopefully he is reading this right now and feels very ashamed of himself for not even rolling the window down and inquiring as to why we didn't have a code but needed in! Finally, after all the drama, my hubby out of the car about to go pound his face in, a little elderly couple pulled up and let us in. Praise God for these sweet beings! Car returned... on our way home. Erin calls, actually in the middle of all the chaos, so I called her back. Baby is GREAT! Praise God again! She was still at the ER being checked out- her head and arm were still hurting.

Morning comes- Erin calls. BROKEN ARM. Okay, let's back up a minute. She is due in the middle of September, but they believe her baby to be very large and she is very tiny, so they are planning on an early delivery via c-section in late August.... One month away. Broken arm, newborn. Do those things mix? I mean, at all??? Please pray for a SPEEDY recovery for her arm and her spirits. She is very down right now with all this and rightly so.

Then, like silly old me, I get home a few minutes ago and hear a hissing noise coming from the front of my truck. I went to all the tires and listened and the front two sounded the same. It seemed the noise was coming from under the hood. My husband often tells me that my truck will be returning to the ground from which it was made very soon. LOL It has 140,000 miles on it and I LOVE IT! Well, I called a friend of mine who does all the work on it at home and he told me to pop the hood, did I still hear it? Well, actually it was quieter. Good news, didn't sound mechanical. I then backed the truck up 2 inches and the sound was minimal. I found a long skinny piece of metal sticking in my tire. Whew, dodged a bullet! Thank you Lord that it wasn't something major. We don't need another car payment or a mechanical bill.

Okay, gotta run, but here are some pics from our trip out yesterday with Anna, Devin and Nate as well as a visit to my friend Kristine and a few others from the weekend: