Ever just have one on those moments?

As I stood on the edge of the hill watching, but not moving out of the way of, the little boy flying my way, who had placed his sled accidentally in the wrong direction before heading straight towards a tree, and what looked like his untimely demise; I lost all capability to move. I stood there frozen as he rushed closer to me and the tree, "OMG!" was all I could think - but not even muster out loud.

As he missed the death tree by a hair, I let out a huge sigh of relief. That is until he pummeled right into my poor little 2 year old who had been taking her time walking up the slippery slope just a few feet behind me - and the tree. She flew up into the air like a rag doll, and still I stood there - motionless. When she fell back down on to the boy who, after hitting her, had now come to a dead halt, I finally regained consciousness and ran towards her as fast as I could.

So - days later - she's fine, not even a bruise. Though she's not one for sledding anymore, can't seem to convince her that little boys on sleds don't always ram into you when your on your way up the hill.

So you know that lesson you learned when you were younger, 'stay near the trees when walking up the hill to avoid other sledders' - it's a lie, walk wherever you want, just be ready to jump out of the way.

Car accident ballet.

So we had our first accident on Saturday - smacked into the back of another car. Like in slow motion (well I actually think it was slow motion, Kev was breaking hard) I watched as we crepped up behind the car infront of us and just kept creeping! I remember now that I was saying 'Stop! Stop! What the Hell! Stop already!' (I actually did say that) little did I know our car (my dad's car) was sitting right on the street car tracks and couldn't stop. AGH.

With little knowledge of what anything car related cost I offer up the 100$ in my wallet - Hah! The woman from the other car tells me I'll be lucky to pay 900$ - 900$!? Holy crap.

I hate cars. I hate streetcar tracks but more then anything - I hate that damn woman from the other car!

So now we wait as they - her and her husband go of and get quotes - I can be thankful that they would rather not bring in the insurance companies. Isn't it good to be thankful, grrrrr.

What makes this so much better is that I happily discovered just hours before the accident that I had an additional 1000$ this month to save or play with. Money I had, with very little thought, decided that I would spend at an expensive toy store for my kids.

After Kev arranged with the people of the other car that they would get in touch with us with their quotes - do you think I responsibily thought 'Thank God I have that 1000$ saved up!' - Nope, instead we continued on our jaunt to the toy store where I spent 200$ on toys one couldn't possibly need - especially right after Christmas. Then I continued to spend my well saved cash on beautiful Sorel boots (half price - 50$) and a lovely dinner of Panzeroto's, yum.

So there! Fuck it.

The moral of this story boys & girls is, don't drive - ever.