My poor little car...

What a sad day...at least no one was hurt! Except for my little car, bless it's heart.

Count your many blessings...

What a weekend. Isn't it funny how you don't really realize how blessed you truly are until something not so good happens. Well, that's what happened this weekend for me....

Friday: I worked and rode down to the temple with Brandon. We got there early so we went to the bookstore, and I bought two books that I'm really excited to read. The temple was great as always. So, that was a great day.

Saturday: I woke up early for the day of service. I had to give the sisters and elders a ride and after being lost in Concord for about 30 minutes, we finally made it there. We worked hard to clean up school grounds and it was actually a lot of fun. Later that day we got to go back to Columbia to hear Elder Anderson speak. I drove down with Rebecca, and Brandon and that was fun all on it's own. :) We listened to Elder Anderson speak and it was amazing. It's so neat to see an apostle in such a personal setting and really get to see his personality. He was so funny! So that was amazing...we even got to shake his hand and talk with him for about 5 seconds each...so cool! THEN....on the way home (long story short) I got in a wreck :( It was so scary. I've never gotten a ticket, or even been pulled over...so much for that. So, not surprisingly, I had no idea what to do. Thank goodness for my friends. Brandon Pace is a lifesaver! He was sitting right behind me and I guess he saw it coming and he grabbed my shoulders and kept me from hitting the airbag. He went and checked on the guy we hit (who was fine...and very nice), he somehow made me stop crying, he made me laugh a couple times, he talked to the cops and firefighters and rescue people, he talked to the guy in the gas station where we had to leave my car, he talked to my parents. He did everything. Thank goodness he was with me. And Donald gave us all a ride back to Charlotte...he's the man. So everything turned out fine. No one was hurt!! We were all very blessed.

Sunday: We had ward conference and it was so good. I love having all the Stake leaders come, they are awesome. Bishop was conducting sacrament meeting and announced to everyone about my wreck which was rather embarrassing. :) All of the talks and lessons were really great! Jenny taught Relief Society and it was amazing...she said exactly what I need to hear. I love her! After church Jake took me home (thanks Jake!) and as soon as I got there I got a call from my Grandpa who said he had picked up my car earlier and was coming through Charlotte on his way home...so I got to come home and see my family! :)

Like I said...what a weekend.

After everything that happened I feel overwhelmingly blessed. I'm thankful for:

-Being safe

-My family

-Brandon

-Rebecca

-Jay

-Heather

-Tyra

-Jamie

-Donald

-Carly

-Jake

-The guy we hit...he was probably the nicest person I've met in a long time.

-All of the firefighters and rescue people were great!

-My parents!!

-hugs

-hearing an apostle!

-being able to go to the temple

-ward conference

-My Grandpa

-the list goes on and on and on...

-I am sooooooo blessed-

Maybe one day

You would figure that eventually I would learn my lesson about putting things off until the very, very last minute...newsflash...I won't, at least I haven't yet. This past Thursday night I made a list of all the things that I had to get done, homework, project, lesson plans, studying, activities, all of that stuff. My plan was to get all of my homework done on Friday so I wouldn't have to worry about it the rest of the weekend. Surprise, surprise, it didn't happen. It didn'thappen on Saturday either, or Sunday, or most of the day Monday. I got home from class last night at 8:45 and decided that since I had a lesson plan and a clinical report due today and a final exam on top of that, I should probably get started.

I finished my clinical report in about an hour, which wasn't too bad, but then I had to start my lessosn plan which was another story. I was stuck! I called my mom around 11 and she helped out a lot...thank goodness. So I worked on that for a while, but still didn't finish. I decided that since I had a final exam before the lesson plan was due, that it was probably a good time to start studying. Well, that lasted all of 30 minutes and then I couldn't stay awake, so around 2 I went to bed.

This morning my alarm clock went off way to early. I had to take a quick shower, submit my clinical report, sign up for seminars for a summer enrichment program that I'm going to, and hopefully study sometime in between there before my exam at 11. Thankfully, it all worked out and somehow I got it all done. Now I usually don't get stressed about anything, but this morning was a different story. You would figure that eventually I would stop doing this to myself. Maybe one day :)

he took it well

I got a letter back from Willie today and thankfully he took my little joke pretty well. When I started reading the letter I wasn't even sure if he had gotten it because he didn't mention anything about it and then all of the sudden he said...

"Ok, so your little april fools joke...NOT FUNNY!! haha, that was a good one. Just so you know I had tears in my eyes while I read it until the very end. I'm still shaking right now. That was a good one. My companion really like it. I'll admit, it was pretty funny...just don't ever do it again!"

April Fools!

I usually don't get into April Fool's Day, but this year was different. This might possibly be the meanest thing I have ever done. It's kind of funny though, actually it's really funny. I wrote Elder Vaughn a fake "Dear John" letter. I went on and on about how it will best for both of us to "take a step back" and stop writing each other so much and maybe when he gets back, we can see where it goes. So mean, right? Yeah, it is...I know. Anyways, the last line of the letters says, "Just so you know this is an April Fool's Day joke, I'm totally kidding about all of this. I love you!" The only reason I did this is because I know Willie has a great sense of humor, and I really think that once he figures out I'm kidding, he will take it very well. But until then, he might be a little sad. Ever since I put it in the mail this morning, I've been thinking of all the things that could go wrong. What if he only reads half of it and gets so upset that he doesn't finish it and he never knows that it was a joke? That would kind of suck. What if he writes back and says that he totally agrees with everything I said? That would be even worse. I just keep telling myself that he can take a joke. Hopefully he will find it funny. I'm pretty sure he will. I guess I'll find out shortly :)