The bad day explained....

Jeremy posted the pictures of the denali but he didn't explain what happened. On Wednesday we took my little brother, Corde to Rapid City, SD to have his wisdom teeth extracted. I should begin by saying that Jeremy and I had been harassing him all day about the IV and the medicine they give him that would make him go to sleep. He was even concerned about the nurses taking advantage of him while he was "asleep." Jeremy and I were laughing and having a good time making him nervous about the whole process. We did some Christmas shopping that morning and than about 12:30 decided to head to his appointment. I was craving a sonic slushy so I made Jeremy head toward Sonic-oops I guess I will take the blame for this. So as we are headed to sonic, I am texting Josie about all the things we have been telling Corde and I am laughing. Jeremy was driving and I was in the passenger seat. Corde was sitting right behind Jer on the drivers side. All of a sudden I hear Jeremy say "Oh ****" and Corde says something like "Brace yourself or hold on" and the next thing I know we smashed into a car in the intersection a few blocks from Sonic. The moron turned right in front of Jeremy and luckily Jeremy turned the car enough we only hit on the passengers side and not head on. The guy claims he slid in front of Jeremy but no ice was on the road-tricky. Luckily witnesses told the cops the real story and the other guy was cited for failure to yield and no proof of insurance, of course. I was wearing my seat belt but felt my stomach starting to harden so I thought it would be best to go get the baby checked out considering "we" got a nice impact. A guy that that witnessed the accident took me to the hospital and than went back to the accident and took Corde to his appointment. We got a business card so we will be sending him a thank you gift next week. Anyways they hooked me up at the hospital and my blood pressure was higher than normal and I was contracting. We got those issues resolved and were released. My dad drove over and picked us up and luckily the rest of the day was uneventful. Jeremy and I have been bummed about the whole thing-what a pain it will be. Bridger made a comment that made me realize what is important "Mom, I am sad about big black but I am glad you are ok." Material things can be replaced and luckily we have 2 other vehicles to rely on. I am grateful Bridger wasn't in the car with us as young children are much more affected by impacts than adults are. I am also glad Jeremy, Corde and I weren't seriously hurt. The good news- the guy that caused this works for the radio station in Rapid and did mention he can hook us up with concert/hockey/sporting event tickets ANYTIME. Hey buddy no worries about the thousands of dollars of damage to our car, those $50 tickets will make it up :) (little sarcasm)

One Bad Day

Rest In Peace

Big Black Jensen

Thank You!

With Thanksgiving this week, I wanted to express my gratitude for all the military men and women that serve our country. Last week I had the opportunity to pay my respects to an Army Staff Sgt. that was killed in Iraq. It was a very humbling and touching thing to see. His body was flown into the Gillette Airport and the procession route was about 5 miles long ending at the funeral home. Some 5,000 members of the community paid their respects and the procession line included ambulances, police cars, fire trucks, and 100 military veterans on their motorcycles. I am so grateful to live in a free country and to our troops oversees away from their families this holiday season, thanks for all you do! Click on the link to watch the video....

http://www.gillettenewsrecord.com/articles/2009/11/27/video/news65.txt

What to do with a 3 year old?

Sometimes Bridger is so cute that I forget about the naughtiness. Like in situations like this, Good thing the garage is Jeremy's department......

My question, Should I beat his little bottom or laugh? I laughed no worries :)

Happy Birthday Bridger!

Bridger,

I woke up at 5:30 this morning thinking that exactly 3 years ago at this time my water broke. They rushed me to a labor room and at 7:48 a.m. on September 29th, 2006 you were born into this world. I remember looking at "Jer" as you call him these days and seeing him hold you in his arms. You were so tiny. I never thought you would be big enough to call your parents by our first names, or be able to help your dad with all the projects he has going on, or sit on the toilet and read books to yourself as you are doing right now as I type this. You are such a good boy, we love you more than our arms are wide enough to reach. I thank Heavenly Father every night he sent you to me. Now you are 3, and yes you can turn 3 even though I have been telling you that you can't. You love preschool, you love all your family and friends, you love to read books, you love to play monster trucks, and you love going to nursery and learning about Jesus Christ. We are so glad you are our "little" boy and make us laugh everyday. We love you!

Love, Mom "Odessa"

Number 2

I throw up almost everyday. I have zero appetite. I cry on a whim. I've gained 11 pounds in the past 2 months. I take a nap every afternoon and still sleep 12 hours at night. My pants no longer fit and t-shirts are starting to get tight. I wake up every night to go to the bathroom. I can't get comfortable in my bed. Jeremy thinks I'm depressed, I remind him this is normal. All these things make me happy because it's all for this.....

Oh dear, I'm even crying now. I better get some sleep, it's past my bedtime.

Bridger has now been in Preschool 3 weeks and I am just now posting about the first day. So let's go back 3 weeks because I remember it like it was this morning.

Of course, I wake up at 8:25 (preschool starts at 9) and grab Bridger out of his bed. I feed him a quick breakfast which he didn't eat much because he was still half asleep. I throw a cute outfit on him and grab what I thought was everything we needed. It is now 8:51 and it takes 13 minutes to get there. We are going to be late on his first day so I begin to speed. Bridger than starts to cry at about 8:55 and tells me we forgot his poster board that we had made the night before that is all about him and that gets to hang on the wall at school. I try to convince him that I will bring it when I pick him up but he cries even harder. I am a little irritated and turn around. It is 8:58 and I arrive home and get his poster board. Off we go again..... We finally arrive at 9:09 which was fine because almost every child was crying and the parents were still there. Bridger starts to whine a little and I begin to cry alot (reasons-look at post about me). His teacher scoops him up and takes him over to a dump truck- by now he has stopped crying and forgot I was even there. I am crying even harder at this point thinking I'm being ignored and replaced for a dump truck. Anyways I collect myself and drive away and realize I have to find something to do for the next 2 hours without my little small friend that follows me around every day. I run errands and realize it is time to pick him up. He was so happy to see me and tells me that he loves school. He hasn't cried since that day, although he does whine a little when Jeremy takes him because he can't possibly think of anything that "Jer" would do without him.

He is learning to write his letters and the sounds they make. His favorite thing is going outside for the last few minutes and playing on the slides, swings and the dirt. Imagine that-he is all boy.

He still calls me Odessa and Jeremy- "Jer." He is getting big way too fast and I keep reminding him we can celebrate his birthday on Tuesday but he has to stay 2 forever. He tells me he will be 3 and the birthday boy gets birthday cake. Man, I can't trick him for anything!

The other night I was giving him a bath and I asked him what he was doing and he said "Just sitting on my tube, relaxing!" I thought maybe I need to sit on a tube every once in a while and "just relax."