You may or may not remember the Journey concert my family had planned for last night. Journey, Heart and Cheap Trick were at the "Tweeter" center in Camden, NJ.

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Carrie came down to Newark to have lunch with me yesterday. She had a craving for sweet potato fries and seeing as how I have never turned such a fry down, we decided to go to Iron Hill Brewery on Main Street and share the appetizer of said fries. Delicious!

The concert began at 7 p.m. so we left the house accordingly. With Brian's skills we made excellent time and then hit the crazy backed up concert traffic. There they were, hundreds of vehicles blaring Journey music while inching forward every so often just to get to the parking area.

I don't do well in moving objects. And the inching forward and stopping was the worst. Brian pulled up onto the scary sidewalk and out came the fries. Chunky sweet potato disaster!

After the under cover cops assaulted the main selling t-shirts two cars ahead of us my stomach did even more flip flops and Brian turned around to get me to a rest area. When we got back out on the highway a car accident completely stopped traffic on whatever highway we were on. We proceeded to follow the cars on their mass exodus in reverse down the ON ramp. Yes, that's right. Riding backwards down hill does wonders for the belly.

Bless his heart Brian was doing everything he could to safely get us to a place where I could release all the grossness building up in my body.

We ended up at Cooper University Hospital and I used their urine coated public restroom. An hour later...I realized there was no way in the world we were going to be able to battle the traffic back to the concert.

So while apologizing profusely and crying on the way home Brian assured me it was okay and there was nothing I could do. Eventually Braeden piped in and told me to stop apologizing because I didn't mean to get sick. How blessed am I to have such wonderful guys in my life!?

Needless to say, we missed the concert. And yes I feel wretchedly guilty about it, but there will be other shows in our future and I need to just suck it up.

There you have it and now I am on the mend from the crazy Camden and backwards driving!

Labels: blessings, brae, brian, carrie, concerts, drama, driving, health

Hello everyone.

I apologize for the insane delay of updating the art of living well...or trying to.

We had the holiday weekend and were very busy as a family. There was a lot of delicious barbecue eating to be had and many hours of swimming. I took a million and a half pictures and put them up on Flickr. Although this morning I tried to upload more and kept getting an error. So you'll have to check back later in the evening when I get home.

We saw fireworks on Friday night. They were not as fantabulous as years prior but the rain probably didn't help. =o)

My chiropractor visits have been going well and I have been feeling relief. I have an appointment today and he is going to think I stepped backwards because I'm extremely tense and sore. But it has been a tense week.

I'm working on big projects in the office, but there was also a tragic miracle in regards to a family member.

My Uncle is a bread delivery person for Stroehmann Bakery. They have a warehouse in New Castle, Delaware on North 13. Early Tuesday morning he was shot by a young man who probably wanted to rob him. Word to the not so wise...bread men do not carry money with them unless they have a cash stop along their route. Since his truck was still in the warehouse yard one can assume he hadn't made a cash stop. Comprende?

The man got on his truck without my Uncle realizing it. He heard a mumble and turned around to find a semi-automatic gun pointing at his face. Fortunately God and a slue of angels were with him because he reacted quickly and threw his arms up to shield his face. The bullet went into his left forearm about two inches from his elbo. It ricocheted off his radius, fracturing it severely, and lodged itself up mid-bicep area. He doesn't have full mobility of his hand yet, but the doctors are hopeful the nerve damage is not permanent.

In short he is a lucky man. Had he not reacted so quickly and had the bullet not hit the bone first he would have been shot in the face and the situation would be far more dire.

As it stands now they have been going back and forth over whether or not surgery will help. Surgery could end up causing more trouble. But it looks like they will be operating next week to put pins in his arm. Right now he is too swollen for anything to be done and so they sent him home from the hospital yesterday afternoon. Of course his insurance insisted he go home...

The detective and his team were unable to find the casing of the shell and so the investigation will probably go unsolved. They are lazy as far as I am concerned, but I'm not in the field and shouldn't judge. I would like to think they could at least dust for finger prints elsewhere, I don't know about you but stepping up on a delivery truck isn't super easy and I would think he had to have held onto the frame at some point.

Needless to say it has been upsetting for the family. So I think my doctor will understand my being a bit more tense than I was at my last visit.

Labels: drama, life, miracles, tragedy