Last Sunday night on our way home from our weekly dinner appointment with grandma and grandpa, wifey and I were on our way home when a car pulled out in front of us and took off. My famliy got there soon after and found the car before Florida Highway patrol could. He ran to "mommy's" house and she protected him; even after my brother told her my wife is 8 months pregnant. No remorse, no apology, no regard for anyone but themselves. Did I mention he was drunk?? Real responsible, right?
I can't expound on this issue as I wish I could due to a pending lawsuit. Fortunately for us, Baby J appears to be okay. Wifey and I are feeling the pains from such an ordeal. I'm not an emotional crier, but at the scene, sunday night in the hospital and Monday in the hospital, it was all I could do to hold back my tears wondering if I was going to lose my 1st born child before he was even born. It took me about 3 nights afterwards for my nerves to calm down and to be able to get a good nights sleep.
MADD doesn't stand for "Mother's Advocating Drunk Driving", the correct word is AGAINST....someone should tell the before mentioned mom that.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Monday, October 8, 2007
Turning into my pops!
Right now I'm listening to my wife discuss with her mom her great accomplishment this week which has caused me to shave about about 3 years off my life and nearly gave us a pre-mature baby boy!
Recently we decided to up size our vehicle and trade in our civic for a Nissan Xterra. To us this made perfect sense with Baby J on the way and now have the luxury of putting the crazy puppy in the back. Yes, this is the same "calm" puppy we got as a potential guard dog that after 9 months has turned in to a neurotic, lick you to death, ball of endless energy. Guess that plan backfired.
The Xterra come to find out is a 5 speed. OK for me. Dad taught me how to drive a stick shift since I was about 13. 1st time for wifey taking on the feat of the 5 speed. I remember nearly flipping dad's truck over in a high school parking lot one weekend then taking a 6 month break or so. My dad was amazingly calm and just quietly asked me to switch seats. I think he was so amazed that we were both still alive, he couldn't find the words to express what he was really feeling at the time! If I remember correctly, he headed straight for the bathroom as soon as we got home, his face still whiter than the vanilla ice cream in the freezer I was more than delighted to help myself to (for doing such a great job, of course)!
Oh, how things come full circle. I have been repeating the SAME exact words I once heard from my dad (usually repeating 50 times in one minute)! "Easy off the clutch", "listen to the engine...you're revving", "Oh, oh, oh", "You're doing better", mean while his head was bouncing around like a later-to-be invented bobble head doll.
I'm pleased to say, after a week of borrowing family member's (automatic) cars, Wifey finally drove to work today and back....SAFELY. She didn't even get pulled over going 45 through a school zone and escaped near death by a school bus. Oh, I forgot to mention she's a pre school teacher. Yep, an immediate obstacle course, (school buses, young kids, cops, school zones, traffic jams, etc.).
I think by next week, the puppy and I both will be off the Dramamine!
Recently we decided to up size our vehicle and trade in our civic for a Nissan Xterra. To us this made perfect sense with Baby J on the way and now have the luxury of putting the crazy puppy in the back. Yes, this is the same "calm" puppy we got as a potential guard dog that after 9 months has turned in to a neurotic, lick you to death, ball of endless energy. Guess that plan backfired.
The Xterra come to find out is a 5 speed. OK for me. Dad taught me how to drive a stick shift since I was about 13. 1st time for wifey taking on the feat of the 5 speed. I remember nearly flipping dad's truck over in a high school parking lot one weekend then taking a 6 month break or so. My dad was amazingly calm and just quietly asked me to switch seats. I think he was so amazed that we were both still alive, he couldn't find the words to express what he was really feeling at the time! If I remember correctly, he headed straight for the bathroom as soon as we got home, his face still whiter than the vanilla ice cream in the freezer I was more than delighted to help myself to (for doing such a great job, of course)!
Oh, how things come full circle. I have been repeating the SAME exact words I once heard from my dad (usually repeating 50 times in one minute)! "Easy off the clutch", "listen to the engine...you're revving", "Oh, oh, oh", "You're doing better", mean while his head was bouncing around like a later-to-be invented bobble head doll.
I'm pleased to say, after a week of borrowing family member's (automatic) cars, Wifey finally drove to work today and back....SAFELY. She didn't even get pulled over going 45 through a school zone and escaped near death by a school bus. Oh, I forgot to mention she's a pre school teacher. Yep, an immediate obstacle course, (school buses, young kids, cops, school zones, traffic jams, etc.).
I think by next week, the puppy and I both will be off the Dramamine!
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