(condensed version)
One bright September day I was riding my mule Cojack and leading Blaze. A truck drove by really fast, and my mom yelled a few choice words because Blaze was a colt and the truck scared my poor horse.
The truck turned around, and my mom thought she was going to get her ass kicked.. but as I learned later, that truck was going to stop the truck that was bolting down the hill behind me. As I tried to get off the road, I couldn't go anywhere. The only options were a 20 foot-drop, or a bunch of trees. Cojack did the right thing by turning his hind end toward the truck and taking the hit. I went up over his head, and he ended up in the back of the F-350.
As I was laying under the truck, I opened my eyes to see nothing but the grill. I was directly under the middle of the truck, still holding my mules bridle. I could hear the lady on the phone saying there was blood everywhere (there was no blood) and my mom screaming. My shoe was under the tire, and mom was sure that's where I was.
911 received the wrong address, so I laid under the truck for 45 minutes before they arrived. I talked to my mom about boys the entire ride to the hospital before the doctor said, ".. Does she normally do this?" My mom responded, ".. Yeah, it's normal."
I was in ER for about 4 hours, and then I was sent home. We found the mule laying in the front yard with Blaze still tied to him. The mule couldn't walk, but somehow he got home.
As for the lady, she was our neighbor. She felt awkward living next to us, so she moved to town shortly after.
Friday, January 7, 2011
New Eyes!

Check out my left eye in this picture!
I had muscle correction on Monday, and my eye looks like it did when I was hit by that truck back in the day! (for those that don't know this story, I'll make a post about it.)
On Monday, my Daddy took me to Des Moines and the doctor stuck a needle in my eye and fixed it. Now, it looks awesome.
The funny story... (there's always one)
As I was in the chair, the anesthesiologist came in to talk to me while the nurse put the IV in my arm. As he was talking, I started sweating and getting really tense. I couldn't hear anything he said, and felt like I was dying. I had a blanket on because the gown was rather "showy".. and I ripped the blanket off and had a minor sense of dying. The doctors shut off the lights and gave me a washcloth. They then made my dad come and sit by me until I calmed down.
The doctor was concerned because half the surgery was supposed to be done awake... but he managed to get the whole job done while I was knocked out. Then, it took them an extra hour to wake me up.
As for all of this sweating and freaking out about an IV being in my arm... my only concern is children.
Dear Lord, I couldn't even take the IV. I have told everyone I'm going to have 20 children someday?
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
hair cut!
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
[insert finals rant here]
I get it. You feel the need to post a status about how shitty finals are. You take time to rant in your evaluations that ALL of your professors are terrible. You think it's appropriate to use your time off to get stupidly drunk, after-all you don't have a test until 3:30.
Get over it. We are blessed to have an education. Our semester isn't over, finish hard. We get to choose our majors and to be completely honest, I understand your finals are more difficult than mine. However, we choose our majors... some countries don't have that option.
This small rant is for me, as well as others, I mean, I have to memorize the entire International Phonetic Alphabet before tomorrow.. I won't complain, I'll just do it, or suffer the consequences.
Get over it. We are blessed to have an education. Our semester isn't over, finish hard. We get to choose our majors and to be completely honest, I understand your finals are more difficult than mine. However, we choose our majors... some countries don't have that option.
This small rant is for me, as well as others, I mean, I have to memorize the entire International Phonetic Alphabet before tomorrow.. I won't complain, I'll just do it, or suffer the consequences.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
circles
After today, I just wish to never see a circle again.
I babysat for a professor.. and the little girl is the most darling thing you will ever meet... When I first started babysitting her, she only spoke Russian. Now she speaks English, and today I taught her the word "circle."
We then made her dad a birthday surprise.. (his birthday is in October)! We drew circles for over an hour.
I babysat for a professor.. and the little girl is the most darling thing you will ever meet... When I first started babysitting her, she only spoke Russian. Now she speaks English, and today I taught her the word "circle."
We then made her dad a birthday surprise.. (his birthday is in October)! We drew circles for over an hour.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Pre-finals
This made my night. The internet is being slow, so go to www.daniandashley.blogspot.com and watch this EPIC video!
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