Bad Driver, That's Me...

There is a good chance that you have heard that women are terrible drivers. This is not completely true and it is not a complete lie. When my friend and I went apartment shopping, I was the designated driver, and it was not a great experience for her, as I have recently been informed of, in front of a huge group of my friends. I was the butt of nearly 10 minutes worth of jokes, but I just laughed along. They were pretty funny, and somewhat true, but that doesn't mean they didn't hurt just a little and I was embarrassed. Now, I can refuse to drive people, because I'm a bad driver...

Just to give you an idea of how bad, let's review the points she brought up, and a couple she failed to mention:

1. I almost ran a stop sign. (I was looking at apartment complexes and just missed the little red sign. Fortunately, she pointed it out and I stopped with no problem.)
2. According to her, I ran into a little column that sticks out in random parking spaces in our university's parking garage. (My story: I did not run into it, I tapped it, with my car, because I was not sure how long my car was, but it was a minor tap!)
3. She failed to mention that I slammed on the breaks to avoid running a red light even though she told me to just go through it.
4. Also, I drive a stick shift, and I am not a smooth shifter (she didn't say this).

So, clearly I am a terrible driver. I am actually aware that I am not a good driver, it just sucks to be made fun of in front of all my friends... But hey, it's cool, whatever. I get made fun of for lots of stuff. Then I change the behavior or practice, then I'm not so bad. I guess, this will have to be one of those times where I just practice and get better so that I cannot be mocked anymore. Even though it stings, I think this may be beneficial, because at least someone is honest with me so that I can make others more comfortable.


Also, I have noticed that I do the "..." thing a lot. I really am fond of it and I would put it in a lot more, but I figure I overuse it. How can you not though? It's like one of my favorite things!

Oh It's Beautiful!!!

Has spring sprung for anyone else out there? Where I am is gorgeous! It is even gorgeous enough to make a girl like me, who is sooooo not sports inclined, to play football with my friends. In the process of that, I made a whole bunch of friends with random people that decided they would like to come and join our party. Oh man, I had a blast! I can now even throw an adult sized football about 20 feet and catch one from like 50 feet. Dude, my toss even has a good spiral and usually makes it to the person. Plus, I learned how to catch more than 75% of the throws that were coming my way. Ah, nothing better than playing football to celebrate being done with one week of tests. It finally feels like I am in college, I don't know why it has taken so long to sink in.

By the way, I got a B on my anatomy test. Not what I was hoping for, but definately better than what I thought I was going to get so praise the L-rd!

Daily Thanksgiving: I have so much I am thankful for today, and every day, but especially today. Football, good grades on tests (compared to the class average), friends, sunshine, spring, and a million other things that I cannot think of right now because I am super pumped from football and sunshine. I didn't even burn even though we were outside for over 2 hours. Amazing day!

For those of you who can get outside while it is a decent temperature and sunny, definitely do. I heard (and read) that vitamin D helps with depression and I certainly believe that it has helped get me out of my funk that I have been in for a couple months now. That plus the hormones released when you are with people you like to be with and the hormones that are avoided by having all the good hormones for good moods flowing through your body really helps shake off winter. Sunshine is a plus so get some friends and have a blast outside in the sun.

Another random little tid-bit about myself... I have a bunch of songs stuck in my head, but mainly "Cry With You" by Hunter Hayes. I am not sure why it is stuck in my head, because I have not listened to country (or secular) music for about a month now. Well, not consciously on my own Pandora or radio, maybe through friends. But still, we did not listen to any of his music. In fact, we usually listen to the Disney Pandora station because it is clean and makes us happy to think about being children again. Oh, if life were just simpler...

Sweet Eli

I saw this link on Facebook, so I followed it and I am so glad I did. This sweet little boy would have been aborted if the parents would have listened to the doctors, I am so very glad that they didn't. Read the story and watch the video, just have some tissues on hand.

Copy and paste: http://iamforlife.wordpress.com/2013/02/20/my-name-is-eli-i-am-the-0-01/

This story is especially special to me, because my family was told the same things. My mom and dad were unmarried when I was born, but they got married shortly after my birth. When my mom went in for a check up, the doctors found a tumor. They advised her to get an abortion because there was a very small chance I would make it to my second birthday. If I did make it that long, I would have severe mental and physical disabilities because I had Tay-Sachs Disease. To protect my parents from this tragedy of losing their baby, they suggested abortion. My mom refused. It turns out the "tumor" was just my cerebrospinal fluid developing abnormally early. Needless to say, I made it past my second birthday and I am just fine.

Today, I am completely healthy. I have no disabilities and I am planning on celebrating my nineteenth birthday in April. Sweet Eli, may have some cosmetic differences, but he is beautiful. There is no doubt in my mind that G-d planned Eli's life and my life to show that what doctors call impossible is, in fact, possible with G-d. If our parents listened blindly to the doctor's advice, he and I would not be here today. I am so very proud of his parents, and my parents, for having the courage to go on with pregnancy knowing that the doctor's had such a bad prognosis for us. It took a lot of fighting for my mom to convince the doctor's she would not even think about aborting me. Why are doctor's so set on pressuring their patients? Aren't they supposed to present the facts and ways to go about handling situations, then allow their patients to decide?

I am so very thankful for his parents having the strength and courage to go through with their pregnancy, and now they are raising a beautiful baby boy and defying odds. Today, parents like these are what I am so very thankful for.