So, turns out this is the second start of the same post... The first of which I started like a week ago... I'm really great about remembering to post.
NOT!
Anyway, I thought I'd post about how we got here, where we live today, in the White Mountains area of Arizona.
On January 20, 2015 I was involved in an accident. It could have been way worse than it was, but I saw it coming. I realized the lady behind me wasn't going to be able to slow down enough to stop at the red light. So I started to move from her path. I didn't make it. I was rear-ended and sent spinning across the street, hitting my head, most likely on the steering wheel (I'm still not sure, after all these years but that makes the most sense). Once the car stopped spinning, the rear tire of the car was on the sidewalk and there was blood coming from my face.
I wrongly assumed it was my nose that was bleeding but every time I took my hand away from my nose, there wasn't any blood....but there was still blood pooling on my lap.
I finally decided whatever, so I'm bleeding and I take off my seatbelt to get out of the car and see if everyone else is OK. That's when these dudes arrived. They were helping me out because the blood was coming from my forehead. Police and fire arrived and I was asking for my phone.
I had been on my way to see a movie with my sister in law and didn't want her to worry, plus I could ask her to call my husband who was working a double shift at work.
Anyways, I got 22 stitches in my forehead and now everyone makes Harry Potter jokes about my scar. Lawyers got involved, since it was a pretty big accident. The lady wrecked my car and since I had thankfully moved out of the way, she also ended up hitting the truck in front of me. Who knows what would have happened if I hadn't moved the car out from behind that truck.
The car was registered in my husband's name, so he got the pay out for the totalled car and I got a settlement from the insurance. After all the lawyer fees and all, we'd still end up with a pretty good amount.
During this time, my husband put in a transfer for work. He did it thinking it would take some time for it to go through whatever processes transfers have to go through. But on August 18 got a call that his transfer was approved and he would have to report on Sept 26.
That's less than 30 days, ya'll.
By the grace of God, we were able to get a house and financing to purchase it, signing papers on the afternoon of September 25. It was a hell of a day that day. I cried in the parking lot of a bank in a car full of stuff, a dog and two of my three kids. Then I went to McDonald's, told my son, "Of course they'll have root beer, it's McDonald's!" Only to be told, "Oh, we don't have root beer!"
Almost 5 years later, we're still here. We have livestock and chickens. Our dog had puppies about 6 weeks ago. We're doing OK.
Our crew here is great, though I may be biased because they're my kids.
The Oldest is working and just starting to get on his feet.
The Middle is staying home right now trying to figure out what he wants to do. He is also taking over running of the house during the day while dad and I are at work. Plus, he completely took over taking care of the puppies for us without hesitation.
The Youngest is working her last days at her job before leaving to go to college in about 2 weeks.
The Husband has found a place at work that makes him happy, and he's hoping that he'll be able to stay in that position until he reaches retirement in a few years (OMG! That's bananas!)
And The Me: I'm working at a job that I like and enjoy and I'm going to school to get a few more letters after my name.
So, stick around and see what kind of adventures we can get up to here on Berger Dr.
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