A little dose of drama

I am way too old to be photographed

up close

in a gym

with flourescent lights

by a 4 year old.

Went to TunEx to get an oil change and

my safety and emissions done- 

(I don't know what it is, but Todd said it was necessary).

Todd dropped me off to drive my sweet ride home.

I really do love my car.

So, I waited for just a couple of minutes-

enough time to read a story about

"Mittens" Romney in Time magazine.

Paid the bill.

Grabbed my keys.

Turned on some "Maroon 5".

Backed out.

You can see how far I got.

My wheel fell off.

Oh, yes it did.

My poor sweet little ride.

She had a thorn in her paw.

I actually got out to see 5 lugnut things

rolling around on the ground and

my little ride making a horrible noise.

I swore.

Oh, yes I did.

Then I got some manly help from inside and

called my man to tell me what to do.

Within 15 minutes, thorn in paw was fixed.

Manager's card in hand in case there was permanent paw damage.

And I was off again.

Me and my ride and Maroon 5... happy and healthy.

*Actually feel very fortunate that I wasn't driving down the road much faster. I would have certainly wrecked my awesome car and probably caused someone else to wreck their car. Tender mercy acknowledged!!

Yes.. I look horrible.

Sadie was taking pictures again.

She just happened to take a picture of me after 

receiving some not so pleasant news.

Let's just say, I HATE CANCER!

No, I don't have it.

But someone close does

and I wish I could be the one to take it down.

This is something I need in my life every day.

I need this noise and craziness and laughter.

I need happiness.

This is what will overcome that stupid

cancer

word that I hate.

Life.. 

children.. 

family..

love.. 

faith and hope

will ALWAYS 

overcome.