Had an ARP meeting at hq today and saw 3 of the 5 boys who were in the accident. Minor bumps and bruises but great attitudes. The driver seemed to get the dose of reality for what it was. I asked him how his parents are reacting and apparently they are already shopping for a bigger truck.

Our big silent auction was Friday night and it looks like we netted $16k. Nice and only a bit below out goal.

So sorry to hear of the accident, Suzie. Glad to hear everyone is OK, and that CJ done good.

Well huh, whatever this evil in my abdomen is, heat makes it happy. Like, i knew hot compresses and hot baths were wonderful but who doesn't like a nice warm belly? But then last night I had one of those single use thermal dealies on ma belly left over from work. Had the now normal sensation of a bowling ball pressing on a bruise in the usual place. Moved the heater lower right over it and the sensation just...melted away. Ok, maybe that's just the exact moment that the valium hit in but i really don't think so. Heat really helps. When does that happen? Every injury i've ever had was helped by ice, this by heat. This is a good discovery, especially since my heating pad has one of those automatic timer shut offs so i can go to be with it all up on me and not worry about burning up or electrocuting myself in my sleep. I slept better last night than in months, thanks to a FREAKING HEATING PAD. Can it really be that easy?

Ice reduces inflammation, heat risks increasing it, but it also unknots the muscles. When you don't know what the problem is, it can be a dicey tossup, but once you've worked it out, whee!

I actually hate a warm tummy, but those work wonders on period cramps.

The driver seemed to get the dose of reality for what it was. I asked him how his parents are reacting and apparently they are already shopping for a bigger truck.

I am so proud of CJ for reacting so calmly and professionally, and I'm glad the driver took the appropriate message home.

For those of you who aren't on FB, and are just longing for an update in the saga of shit that goes wrong in my life....

So pissed I could hit something right now. Literally shaking with anger. How dare you ask me to help cover the loan that the five of you took out, after you basically forgot I existed six months after he died? My name is nowhere on the documentation, I have no responsibility to pay it back, and you are a jackass. I don't give a shit if they take the jet--it's your fault for putting it up in the first place. And if the email I sent wasn't enough, I'll be more than happy to send my lawyer after you.

I'm done. I can't wait to put this place behind me.

What I didn't say on FB: You are a piece of shit, and I lump you in with his parents. I had nothing to do with the flight team--it was something to stroke your ego and make you seem like the big man on base--and you didn't give a rat's ass about the primary mission of helping wounded vets. You just wanted to look like a baller and impress women. Fuck you. Get yourself out of trouble. I've got plenty of my own.

Honestly, Maria. Wtf.

I know. I'm speechless.

Good God Maria! Incredible. The sooner you have all this behind you the better.