A Fire Inside

Nobody saw it comming. I didn't even hear about it till the next day, and I was only told because I'm "like, her best friend."

I can only imagine how her brother felt when he looked in the back seat and saw blood running over her face. He didn't know that she was only uncontious. Think about the joy that filled him when, after five minutes, she returned to him.

The car was so battered and destroyed that it took the emergancy response team nearly an hour to extracate her by removing the roof.

While her brother and his grilfriend walked away from the crash with some whiplash and a couple of cuts and scrapes she was life flighted to the hospital. A broken jaw and cheek bone.

She's been through one operation and another will come about some time later this week.

After all of this, jokes still come from her at a rapid pace and she exudes a chipmunk smile.

We all love you, we miss you and can't wait to have you back with us as soon as possible, JoNeale.

He Really Does Exist

Not having a computer at easy access makes things like a blog page difficult to maintain (as I hope you all have noticed.)

I've been doing a good bit of planning for the future, since that's the thing to do in a college town when Spring arrives (The end of a school year tends to do that.) You might be surprised to learn that I'm still planning on living up North for a couple more years, yes that works out to equal about two. When summer rolls around I'll be jumping back into classes so that I can go back to my usual habbits of playing with animals. (Is it odd that I go to school for stuff like that?) Also, after about five or six years, I'm going to be taking a math class . . . yes, I'm very worried and keep praying that one of my roomates, or a cute young lady, is a math wiz.

Sorry, this isn't a very exciting entry, but maybe just the fact of knowing that I'm alive is enough for now. Give me some time to get my mind working in "blog mode" for a little bit.