Wow, it’s been a while since I posted :-)
Well, let’s see, what has happened since Friday??
Well on Saturday I drug C to downtown St. Louis to go to that book sale thing. It turned out to be outside in a tent and they had a TON of stuff! I spent only $13 but ended up getting Elijah 10 board books and 5 (4?) hardbacks, Sheila 3 paperbacks (for Christmas, shhh), Ab two board books (to go along with her birthday book I have yet to give her), and Em two board books (either for her bday or Christmas, they’re pretty close). That’s 22 books! One of the ones I bought Elijah is called “The Very First Christmas” and it lists at like $18.99! It goes along with the one we already have “The Very First Easter” - which we got free from the insurance company (they send all kindsa stuff to us), but it’s also by the same publishers, etc - not published by the insurance company.
So then from there we went to the music store, but I didn’t see anything I had to have. Found the book for Chicago (piano music), but didn’t want to spent $11 on it at the time. I’d prolly never play it anyway.
Then we had lunch in South County at the Steak n Shake and then went to Sears and got Steve’s measuring tape replaced. Then we headed to Fenton and went to Target and Garden Ridge before coming home. At Garden Ridge, I bought a 5ft Christmas tree - I call it my Charlie Brown Tree. It’s not real scrawny but it isn’t full either - it has a real wood trunk and fake branches and real pine cones on it. It had grapevines wrapped around it too, somehow, but I had to unwind them to get all the branches straight. Then the next morning, I came downstairs to find Rimshot eating one, so I finally just cut them all off today. I never decided if I liked it or not anyway. But I have been wanting a small tree like that since last Christmas when we set up everything only to not be home on Christmas, but in Mississippi. That’s not going to happen this year, but we still don’t have a lot of room, and I don’t want to use the fiber optics tree because Elijah is so small - those things get in your skin and they hurt. I never liked that tree anyway.
Sunday - I did not run a camera, cause they had enough guys, but I did help the director out. Mostly I just paid close attention and wrote down the times of when things happened, to help him with editing later. I did feel a bit better about last week though, because right away he hit camera 2 (which is still sick) and got black on there. He said they just covered my black from last week up with some “stock” crowd shots. Said, “I can make someone who’s not here be here if I want to.” lol
So then afterward Steve and I had to run to Walmart, then to Autozone. I was sitting in the car at AZ with Elijah and this guy came out and got into the passenger’s side of the truck next to us (on our left), while the driver got in, too. And when he did, he hit our car with the door. At first he didn’t know I was in there, so I just kept staring at him - he noticed, then they drove off real fast. But not before I got his license plates :D. He is ILL plates 1 NMMC. Easy enough. So I got out and looked at the door but didn’t see anything. But when Steve came out and looked, he found a scratch. In looking at it, it was probably done by that truck, it’s at the right height, etc. Plus, the paint on the car is in like perfect condition. So Steve wasn’t too happy. We drove through Burger King then he was like, “What’s the chances that they went to Walmart?” SO we went there and looked at all the white trucks. Nothing. Then, going to head home, we saw him at the stoplight - he headed back to AZ and we followed! Then he went inside - he was passengerless by now - and Steve got out and looked at his truck!! He had a website on the back of his truck: www.nmmc.com. I’m supposed to email them, heehee, but haven’t yet. May in a few. But we haven’t told the insurance company and I guess we won’t - it’s so small and we’re not @#$%’s. But I was just mostly mad that the guy knew he did it and knew I was there, but didn’t say a @#$% thing!!!!
(I just emailed the company hehehehehe)
So then we finally went home, long enough for me to be there like an hour and a half then go back to church.
Monday…. uh, nothing much happened, until Mom called me and said that, “this might be on the news tonight” and it was… there was a fire from a meth lab in an apartment building in De Soto the other night (Sunday night/Monday morning around 12am). The guy who started it went running from the building on fire. The woman upstairs was killed. That woman is/was a friend of our family. Granted I have not seen her in a few years, but still… I am very angry. These people obviously have no regard for anything but their meth, not even another’s life. They are going up for, obviously, making meth, but they also said it could be manslaughter or even 2nd degree murder. If this guy does not get 2nd degree, I will be very upset. He and his partner who were making this crap killed an innocent woman - a very nice, godly woman I might add. I am stinking mad. The funeral is Thursday in Pilot Knob at 11. Unfortunately, I will not be able to make it due to prior engagements (not until evening, but I’m afraid I won’t be back in time), but my mom, at least, is going to go.
Tonight… M was in town! So she came over here and we went to eat at Dairy Queen and then came back to the house to meet Elizabeth, Sheila, & Sarah after martial arts. But on the way… We witnessed an accident, at the last stoplight before my house (well one of the only two in our town lol). So of course we had to stop and wait. We were pulling up to the light, it was yellow, and this truck coming from the other direction was going pretty fast, it’s only 35 through there. I wasn’t paying too close attention to him, but I heard his tires screech and heard the impact, and noticed the stoplights waving ALL around. My first thought was, the wind, but then I was like, no it’s not THAT windy here, I didn’t feel any wind on the car. And then I noticed the poll was cracked good. So we started to go, and I saw the truck and so we turned and pulled in the gas station parking lot (just barely, right out of the street, which is a pretty wide one at that). I got out and said to M, “get my cell phone out of my purse” and started running to his truck. I did this because when I first looked at him, he was slumped over and I thought, “Oh my God he’s hurt.” But I guess he was just messing with something because he came up as me and this other woman went toward him. I said, “are you okay?” He said “yes.” I said, “do you have a cell phone” (stupid thing to say) “Yes.” “I do too - need me to call someone?” “No” - and this other guy walked up and said, “I already called the cops.” And some other guy came running up and had one of those cop radio things so they were there in no time. Then they tried moving the truck. He had hit the guide wire of the poll, causing it to crack and the lights were flung over entirely and all tangled up. So he gets his truck out of where it was and it’s in the middle of the street- by this time, I’m on the phone with Steve, telling him we’ll be a bit later. The guy starts hollerin, “tell them to move their car! Tell the people in there to move!” He’s talking about my car. By this time, I realize he’s totally smashed. So I just quit talking to Steve and ran to the car and moved it as fast as I could - forgetting my seatbelt and headlights even. As I turned into the hardware store parking lot where we’d been standing, our extra food we’d saved for Steve fell off the dash all over the floor. I said a bad word (oopsie). But don’t tell Steve, cause he ate it anyway. So by this time, I turn off the car and hear Steve hollering on the phone “what!? what’s going on!?” and etc. lol. So we hung around a little bit more and gave the cop our statements and he took our info and said we could go then. So we did. The guy never did get his truck out of the middle of the road though, some other guys were moving it and he’s sitting there going, “I don’t know what the f- big deal is, I just blew a tire.” So that was his story. He blew a tire. He blew a tire my @$$. lol. Not the way that accident happend. Oh yeah, he blew a tire, AFTER he hit the brick flowerbox. And some other guy was saying that he was in the car with him. BULL. And we overheard the cop’s radio… DUI, traffic this, traffic that. BUSTED! (Or so said Mindy.)
Okay, it’s late now, I’m finishing up some things here, then I’m off to bed. Elijah’s been in bed since like 9.30 or 10 - I prolly won’t get much sleep tonight. :-)
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