Last night as I was driving home from the dance studio I was thinking about this blog. I was thinking that my life has become boring and consequently, this blog might be boring to read.

It started out as a place to vent my frustrations of being uprooted and transplanted in Pennsylvania. That was a tough time. But then came Josh and that frustration passed.

Of course it was replaced with another frustration...loving him and not being able to admit it. Having to stay away from him because of Jennifer and then watching with a broken heart as one girl after another made her move on him. Then getting to close to his heart and having him move away to New York. Heartache after heartache. It must have made for entertaining reading, right? But that passed too.

There's no crazy crush to discuss anymore. Not that I'm complaining. I've never been so happy or felt so lucky. I love him and he loves me and there's nothing better, but I wonder if being happy makes this blog boring to read.

So I was thinking about all of this on my ride home last night...Thinking that I haven't done anything insanely stupid or idiotic lately. No incidents with Barkely, no broken bones, head injuries or ill family members. And then it hits me!

Literally, it hit me. I pulled up to a red light and the person behind me didn't stop in time and hit me. It wasn't a major accident or anything but I am majorly stiff today.

Aunt Lu made me go to the doctor this morning. They sent me for x-rays but nothing appears to be broken - just stiff muscles. They think I should be fine.

It's still traumatic though...you're just sitting a light, minding your own business and someone hits you! It wasn't even rainy or icy or anything. Scary.