Makes me mad.

That 'Tropic Thunder' has gotten to be the top box office. I'm not neccessarily angry about Dark Knight getting knocked down - it's been long enough, as amazing as that movie is :o)

But what makes me angry is that movie itself. I haven't seen it-not allowed, anyway-but I have heard that it makes fun of "retards" and uses the word incorrectly at least a dozen times.

I HATE IT! All those sweet, generous, sensitive human beings getting made fun of. To me, it does not matter what one's IQ is - those with some mental disabilities or Down Syndrome are, in a good amount of ways, even better then those who are supposedly "perfect".

Because, World, they love with all their hearts. If you are nice to them, they treat you with utmost kindness, regardless of your looks or style and whatnot, simply because they are returning the favor. I just love how they see life so simply and uncomplicated. Who cares if they don't know the names of all the states, or long division, or how water boils. They are good examples of love and affection and most importantly, they can accept the Gospel and beyond that, nothing else matters.

Just thought I'd let the World know what one teenager thinks of THAT!

All the gory details.

Those were from the seatbelt.
You can't much see, but those were the minor things: a scrape, a bruise underneath my fingernail and a cut (under that band-aid)

Today has started to be kind of a bad day. Dad said that the second day is the worse. For which, I'm glad. I just took a giant pink pill and it's starting to kick in...my back starting hurting for the first time since I was on the backboard...but again, I'm just so happy to be alive!!!!!

Anyway, I have a doctor's appointment at 10:20 sooo seeing as that's in an hour I should get ready to go soon.

= o)

Whoa!

Last night was so normal. I went to Les Mis practice, talked with friends, said goodbye to them nonchalantly and got in the car with Daddy. We went to Burger King, I got chicken tenders and Daddy played a song I'd never heard and pointed out the effects he thought were cool or well-done. I wanted to play one of my C.D.'s...as we were messing with the pocket that holds them and...BAM.

All I remember is Daddy yelling and the windshield cracking, along with an ear-splitting sound. I probably blacked out for a second or two...I was screaming and crying, and my voice sounded so unlike me. Dad kept saying "Hun, you okay? I'm so sorry..." over and over...I tried to answer but I couldn't breathe at all. Dad said "Let's pray" I forget exactly what he said, the only thing that was running through my mind is "God let me breathe" and soon, He did. Just short, quick breaths at first. I kept my eye on a nearby Best Buy sign and the woman who we crashed into, who looked okay, but she was holding a cloth to her arm, which was bleeding. The police got there very fast and asked us to try and get out, since there was all this smoke...my Dad got out quickly but I was in too much pain to get out right away. Soon I did though. There was this random girl only a few years older then me..we both found it odd and a bit rude, as all she wanted was to know is what happened, didn't ask us if we were alright. We walked over to a light pole and I tried to sit down. So many things happened at once, the police asked me my name and such...they strapped me to a board as gently as they could (they were all SO kind) and checked me over. The dominant memory though, is the pain. It was definitely the worst I've experienced in my fourteen years. They loaded Dad in with me--I heard them say "she's worse then him," so I knew he was alright.

The ride to the hospital--same one I was born at, actually--was so hard. The board kept me from being able to move at all and my back started hurting a lot. I knew they needed it to keep me straight. I remember quietly saying to no one in particular "I just want the pain to go away".
I started groaning a little and I heard one of the paramedics say "Steve (or whatever) talk to her and keep her occupied". Their calm attitude helped me so much, they were all so nice to me and I felt very safe with them--this helped my ordeal SO much. I was still having trouble breathing so they gave me oxygen which helped, I was glad for that. During the ride I contemplated how normal it all was before. I thought of Les Mis rehearsal, and Abby and Willie, and the sleepover I was supposed to be having with Katarina the next night (tonight). Finally we got to Delnor...they wheeled me in (at this point I was talking and feeling happy and thankful that I was alive.)

My hospital stay was great. They took me off the board (I swear, I could hear angels singing) and soon Mum, Evan and Laura came in and we talked...they gave me morphine to take away the pain (the angels sang even louder-I wasn't imagining it :oP) and did a Cat scan (boy the I.V. got uncomfortable but it hardly hurt when they put it in!) everyone was just so nice and I felt comfortable the whole time. Daddy was up and walking before me, but soon I got up too. We were released 3 hours after the accident.

I just keep thanking God we were okay. God is good; he is good when he let us live and he is good if he hadn't. I wish Dad wouldn't feel responsible - it was just that, an accident. It was all part of God's plan, even if we hadn't been messing with the C.D.s.

I'm too sore for words...it's starting to take a toll on me with all this typing.

LOVE you all...MUAH!

Going to the park.

Tomorrow is another Six Flags day...I won't be able to get any pictures but I'm going to try and convince Evan to let me bring his Flip so I can make a music video :o)

See you all!

Edited to add: the weather forecast says t-storms later in the day, but the percent chance of rain is only 40 percent. When Evan and I went to the park this previous Father's day, the percent was something like 60-70 and it was dry all day. So here's to crossing my fingers and hoping the forecast chases a bit of the crowds away!!!

More Canada pictures.

Comparision to two crayfish I caught!
And that's Barbara, Walter and Randall :oP


And my favorite of mine on the trip.
P.S. Saw the Dark Knight - it. was. EPIC!

Some days you just feel like a princess.

Yes those are indeed six skirts I am wearing...in honor of this post. I love the idea, so I played copycat ;o)
Katarina was my lovely photographer..and here she is, Miss 13 and gorgeous herself:

Fish and such.

Willie looking cute as can be :o)This is (albeit BLECH!) me and Leonard, the northern pike that I caught :o)


It was Abby's first time in Canada. She LOVED it!
Wee relaxing.Lastly; because the drinking age there is 19 ;o)