Doh things to give God praise.

I tell you, I've had a day.  Not a bad day.  Not a good day.  It's been-- a day.

First thing that went a weird was that I had the PTA room door close on my hand.  Luckily, my engagement ring (not large, mind you) stopped it from causing injury.  I looked at the prongs, they seemed fine and I pressed on.  Later, I noticed that my ring looked like it had a corner. 

Rings are round, y'all.

I realized that it wasn't slightly misshapen, but totally unround at the bottom.  That is not good.

When I got home, I tried to get it off. It wouldn't come off.  I tried a couple of different soaps and lotions .  Dawn dish washing detergent may save ducks from oil slicks, but it wasn't saving me from my smashed-onto-my-finger ring yet. 

I started to panic.  I did that after my cousin asked if it was cutting off circulation.  It wasn't, but now it had grown to something to obsess about. 

Yarg.

I called the jeweler.  I explained what happened and asked if they could cut the ring off.  "Yes."  I asked if the repair would fall under my warranty.  "No."  Ugh.

I sat with my hand on an ice pack for a good 20 minutes.  I sprayed my finger down in window cleaner (a work trick), started working the ring, doused it in Dawn and kept pulling while chanting, "Come on God!  Please Lord!" 

The phones (yes, plural) started ringing.  I could hear a text coming through.  I had gotten the ring to the point that if I left it, I was cutting circulation off.  I pulled, tugged and pleaded with God some more. 

Thankfully, it finally came off.  That's not before my finger turned into a swollen red and purple mess, though.

I met K- at the bus stop and told her that we needed to take the ring for repair.  I got it up there, and hooray!  Because I was able to pry it off of my finger, the repairs WILL fall under the warranty.  :)!!!  That saves at least $100.00.

I was driving and talking on the cell (yes, I know and you can yell at me-- I don't do it often at all) and I made a left hand turn.  Half way through said turn, I saw a sign telling me no left hand turn there.  I was half way through and had to keep with it. 

Then I saw the police officer.

Then I told Kay that I had to go because I was going to get a ticket.

:whoop, whoop:

Darn it.

I was following everything else, but wasn't going to deny that I screwed up.  "Do you normally take that turn like that?"  "No.  I saw the sign half way through and had to roll with it at that point."  "Ma'am, there are two signs."  "I know.  I saw it."  I handed him my license and insurance.  He was gone for just a few minutes and came back to the car.  "Do you really want to screw up a perfect driving record with that?"  "No."  "I'm giving you a warning this time."  "Thank you!"  "Next time you want to turn, you want to--"  "I know, go up to the next light."  He laughed and said yes.  I told K- that it serves as a good example.  I knew that I screwed up.  I admitted it.  Because I admitted it and was polite, I was given a warning.  He could tell that I've been a good driver.  Every driver, no matter how good, goofs from time to time.  It is what it is.  Would it have been good for me to correct and get into an accident to avoid the illegal left hand turn that I was in the midst of?  No.  I made a judgement call.  Technically, I was wrong.  Still, I was praying for a warning and so was Kay.  I called her right after.  "TELL ME THAT YOU ONLY GOT A WARNING!"  "I did!"  "We were praying!  I promise that we were praying!" 

So, we're thankful to God for helping me to get out of my ring.  I only sustained some bruising done on my own to get the ring off.  I was able to avoid a hefty repair bill.  Because I was honest with the officer, didn't try to dodge the wrong thing that I did, I was given forgiveness.  Not a bad life lesson for K- to be a witness to. 

Now, if God will continue his blessings on me as I go to help supervise a camp out overnight with some young ladies, it would be grand.  It is supposed to be 48 F, but we think it might get colder.  Hubs will be snuggled warm in our bed and house while I sleep in my cousin's back yard.  The girls are truly all great kids, but me thinks that there will be an extra body in my sleeping bag before the night is through.