mixed emotions

So tomorrow is my last day with FAFS, hmm what to say. Part of me is OVERLY excited about the changes my new job will bring. The other part of me is soooo very sad to leave my current job. Don't get me wrong i know either way i would be leaving this job as it's has moved to TX and PA. Something about leaving early just feels weird. I am going to a great group, matter of fact it was my first pick for groups to belong to. My new boss and i have worked together now for 3 years off and on, so no fear there.
Really its just the sadness of leaving my friends. Wow have I made some GREAT friends.. some wonderful life long friends. There are two in particular that i can't imagine not in my everyday life. Thankfully, the one will still be in the building doing her thing...whatever that may be. But then there is Heather Hillman, the girl i met on my very first day of work. I came home that night and told my husband, i met a really nice girl, she is loud like me and seems fun. That was all i knew and all i cared to know because at that time she was moving to FL to live. I remember the day she left sooo clear, all the girls were so sad to see her leave, don't get me wrong i was sad to but no biggie as i only new her for a few weeks at the most. Then she moved back... and we became partners , "AMAZING" partners non the less. Working together obviously brought us closer, being months apart in age was a big plus, but then there was that undeniable connection that we have, that kept us close. Heather is that one girl that no matter what my day is like, she is the best part of it. Whether it be her weird comment, or silly quirks... or that smile. Even on a bad day she knows how to make it a good one, what to say and what to do.
As this new chapter starts for me, i know it will be different and tuff without my sidekick sitting next to me... I will miss you Feather!

many many blessings....

So i have to say after this past week, i have no complaints. I have nothing but thanks to my God. So now let me fill you in on my past week. Last Thursday, we had a great morning at home. Normally this is not the case, a lot of " get moving, comon your gonna make momma late" But none of that, kids were all ready when it was time to go.. along with VERY excited! The first snow was here..I told the kids how, I think the snow should leave as momma doesn't really care for it all that much. ( They didn't like that idea) SO off for the day we went, kissed Taylor good-bye as she stays home on Thursday and her friend Makenzie comes over for a ride to preschool. Dropped Lane off at Debbies (day care), when we got there lane wanted to buckle his car seat back in. ( Which upset me cus it was taking time away from me getting on the roads..first snow need to give me extra time.) Kissed him bye told him have a great day...and left.
As I headed down hwy 63 i see the car in front of me start to fishtail, so i let off my gas, look down and i am right around 50 mph. Next thing i know i am facing sideways, then looking at the opposite side of the road, and now the grass as i am heading to the ditch. I start to scream as loud as I can, think dear Lord help me! All of the sudden very slowly I flipped one full flip and landed on my tires. ( THANK YOU GOD) I opened my door with a little effort. Spit the glass out of my mouth, and realize I am dizzy. I hear a stranger yelling " are you ok mama" YES!! I am fine, i stand up and see a red truck stopping on the side of the road. My new hero, Dave Murray( this is my daycare's husband, also a retired firefighter) he came right down to me brought me to his truck got me all warm and gave me his phone. I called Braden and he was on his way. Needless to say as i sat there in Dave's truck looking at my durango, all i could think is how? How did i walk away. The passengers side is all bend in, the windows are all broken, everything from in my front seats was in the field scattered, all but me! The embarrassment sets in as it is now 745am and MANY co-workers and friends are passing seeing my car crushed.. but no me. Thinking the worse, one high school friend stops by to check on me and tells me Braden is at another rollover just a 1/2 mile back.
As he was coming up to me the suv in front of him rolled right on her side, thankfully she too was ok.
Braden got to me and i was relieved.. then the pain set in my back was so stiff and sore..but that was it. We took a trip to the ER and got the all clear..NOT ONE BRUISE ON ME! No cuts, no scratches, no anything. ( did i say thank you God) Once we got home i called the insurance company and they took care of me right away, totaled my durango. But with this i need to get it cleaned out ASAP, so we headed to the lot to clean it out.
Again fear sets over me as i see the mess my vehicle is, now really i have seen worse on tv. But to know I walked away untouched is unreal to me. We start to clean it out, once finished i asked Braden about the car seats, where were they? He told me Tay's was in the back seat, but lanes was stuck up in/by the back window. Please, remember Lane buckled his just moments earlier, so scary to me.
A week later I had an MRI as I was still in pain, today i got the results it came back clear. WAHOO! I did end up with a nickel size bruise on my knee that is it, how can i complain. I hate to imagine what it would have been like if the kids were with me, if someone else was involved. Again, I have many many guardian angels and each one was with me that morning. For that i am thankful..........
So now i am car shopping.. hmmm not really fun when you have to do it. But i can't think of any thing other than a durango that i want. I LOVED my rental van that i drove but, something about how well the durango did i can't imagin anything else!
So what do you think...